It was eight-thirty in the morning when Mrs. Foreground had finished cooking a delicious breakfast. There were pancakes, eggs and bacon, fresh orange juice, and her famous French toast. But our story, as much as I would like it to be, is not about Mrs. Foreground or her wonderful breakfast. Our story is about the young man who was still asleep and would not get to enjoy this food.
"Jack! If you don't get up now your going to be late for you appointment with Professor Sakura!", Mrs. Foreground half-yelled as she tried to wake her fifteen year old son.
Jack groaned and rolled over, muttering something about five more minutes.
Mrs. Foreground pulled Jacks blanket off of him as she scolded him, "the last time I gave you five more minutes, you slept in so late that you missed school!"
Jack got up and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. It was true that he had missed school due to his love of sleep. So for fear of his mother yelling at him more, he got up and began getting ready to visit Professor Sakura.
In Jack's hometown of Freshleaf, fifteen year olds were to visit Professor Sakura and get their first Pokémon. Sometimes even when they didn't want to. As Jack got his shirt on, he remembered when his older brother, Jason visited the professor. He had chosen a fire type Pokémon and always liked to scare Jack whenever he left the house by having his Pokémon swoop down and knock Jack on his butt. When Jason finally left to take the Pokémon League Challenge, Jack vowed he would become a trainer and beat him.
Unfortunately, Jack didn't know very much about Pokémon. He also had not kept tabs on how Jason was doing. Had he done so, he would have learned that Jason had become a member of the Elite Four, a group known for being the most powerful trainers the Pokémon League had on the payroll. But, whether he was ready or not, Jack had passed the trainer exam. Though probably with the lowest scores of his year.
On his way to Professor Sakura's lab, Jack remembered his goal of beating Jason. This calmed him enough that when he got there, he had a determined look on his face. He knocked on the door to the lab. After a few seconds, one of Professor Sakura's assistants welcomed him in. He walked in and looked around. In the lab there were countless computers with groups of people around, all of which were researching the many aspects of different Pokemon. He went to the door one of the assistants had pointed out to him and knocked. He heard a voice inside say, "the door's unlocked, come in."
He opened the door and walked in. He saw that Professor Sakura had expected him and already had three rows of Pokéballs on her desk. Each row had three Pokéballs with a label under them. Row one as most trainers knew had the popular starter Pokémon Type Trio - or "PTT" as most called it – of Water, Fire, and Grass. The second row had another popular PTT of Fighting, Psychic, and Dark. The last set was special as only trainers starting out in Freshleaf could select a Pokémon from that PTT. This set had a Flying type, a Fighting type, and a Rock type.
Professor Sakura motioned to the Pokéballs and said quite plainly, "pick one out of the nine here, you'll then be given a Pokédex and five Pokéballs by an assistant outside."
Jack looked at her, confused, and said, "but Professor…"
She cut him off before he could ask his question, "after that, what you do with your Pokémon is totally up to you, well…so long as you obey all laws and regulations involved."
"Yes, I understand that Professor but…", Jack tried again, but he was cut off once more by Professor Sakura.
"Yes, what is it Jack?"
"Well, Professor, during the trainer exam, the Examiner explained that our test scores were the deciding factor when it came to which Pokémon we chose from", Jack finally said.
The Professor looked at him and giggled slightly. "Well, at least you paid attention to one thing they said. Because of your scores, Jack, you have to pick from the Water, Fire, and Grass PTT, as they're the easiest to train."
Jack felt somewhat insulted. While it was true he had scored low, that didn't mean she had to add that last bit. He remembered how Jason said he had aced the trainer exam and could pick any Pokémon he wanted, he only chose from the first PTT so the other trainers wouldn't feel bad. He looked at the Pokémon in the row he could choose from. All three were flying types as well as either water, fire, or grass. Jack saw that the Pokémon with the label "grass" under it was trying to fight its way out. Liking the spirit in the little guy, he chose it.
Professor Sakura looked at the Pokéball Jack had picked up and gave a look that almost said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you" but said out loud, "that Pokémon is called Ptereaf, he's quite strong, especially against water and fighting types. Good luck training that one."
Jack thanked the Professor and left the lab, taking the Pokédex and Pokéballs from her assistant as instructed. As he walked out of the building, Jack released Ptereaf, wanting to meet his first Pokémon. He activated the manual opening mechanism on the Pokéball and a bright light erupted out of the ball. The pure white light landed on the ground and faded, revealing a small, green creature. It resembled a pterodactyl somewhat, but with a formation of leafs in place of wings and a small vine were a tail would normally be seen.
Ptereaf looked up at Jack and let out a long call of, "Pteeereaf" in a manner much like a yawn. Jack, thinking the Pokémon was trying to be cute, went to pick up the little guy. Before Jack could get a hand near him though, Ptereaf flew up and started pecking Jack's head.
"Ouch!", Jack yelled, along with a few other words that, for the sake of the children, won't be repeated. "Cut that out! I'm you're new trainer!". Jack continued to try and reason with his Ptereaf like this all the way home, when he remembered that he still had Ptereaf's Pokéball in his hand and returned Ptereaf to it.