Fatsquirrel2: Hey hey people so this is my 4th time restarting a pokemon story and I AM SICK OF IT! Hopefully this one will be decent! But besides the fact that I'm a total MANIAC! Let's get started!

"Gah!" I said jerking my head up as I woke up with a pain in my head. I looked around and saw my Oshawott, Scal, face down on my bed.

"Just a question but do you really have to sit on my face! I mean I'm just 8 min- I'M EIGHT MINUTES LATE!" I screamed.

"Osha-wo-tot!" Scal cocked. "I keep telling you!"

"We have to go!" I panicked. I've been late before, maybe 3 minutes late but eight is just horrible.

I scooped up Scal, threw some clothes on rushed into the bathroom.

"Start grooming yourself!" I yelled at Scal.

"Osh-tot-a-wot!" Scal smiled. "Already did! I'm waiting for you for once!"

"Your smart aren't you." I said stuffing a toothbrush in my mouth.

"Osh!" Scal smiled again. "I try!"

I spat and scooped him up again, he seemed totally unfazed by all of this, he just sat in my arms with his calm and collected face on his face...

I jumped down the stairs and grabbed a pop-tart off the counter and darted to the door.

"Bye mom see ya in... I'll call you!" I called to my mom.

"Okay honey! Good luck!" My mom yelled out.

"Thanks! I'll try my best! Wah!" I thanked my mother as I tripped over the doorway. (Not quite possible.)

I fell flat on my face and my pop-tart went flying out of my hand. I heard it hit something. I looked up and saw Scal running off with my pop-tart, holding it over his head he sprinted to the nature trail.

I quickly got up and sprinted to catch up.

"Give me the freakin' pop-tart!" I shouted running after my sugar crazed Oshawott.

Scal quickly ducked behind a tree and I slid and fell down. I got up and turned around to see Scal with one bit size bit of pop-tart left in his hand.

Scal's eyes where really big and his cheeks where full. We looked at each other and then Scal slid the remaining pop-tart in his mouth.

Scal smiled and wiped some strawberry frosting off his cheek.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE CUTE!" I yelled slamming my fist on the floor.

"Osh-a-sha-tot." Oshawott said crossing his arms and smiling. "If I wasn't I would be 6 feet underground in a CASKET!"

"...Meh!" I said picking him up and putting him on my shoulder.

We walked for about 50 yards then we climbed over a big rock then slid to the other side. What we were doing? Oh, well each week on Saturday a couple trainers gather in the meadow to have a tournament, I've never actually won a match but I was feeling confident today. Scal and I have been training, hard.

We walked into some reeds and the reeds eventually parted and their was a clearing, the meadow, about 20 maybe 25 trainers where standing around with their Pokemon. I walked up to a group of kids who I know personally. Dylan, Sam, and Lily. Dylan is short but just a little bigger than me, he has neck length, thick black hair. He has what he calls his lucky locket which is just a locket of a pokeball. Sam is shorter than me so about 5' 2", he has short spiked up blond hair. Finally Lily, she had flowing blond hair down to her back and always had a Red Sox baseball cap facing backward.

"Hey, late enough yet?" Sam asked.

"Seriously we were just about to start!" Dylan claimed.

"Hey! Just overslept guys! Calm down!" I said trying to calm them down.

"Alright now! Everybody! The matches are now to be announced!" Said Kyle, he's the best guy in town, no one can beat him.

"Alright! let's head to the bulletin board and check it out!" Lily said getting up and running to the giant board.

"Let's do this!" Dylan said clipping off his Pokeball and following Lily with a slow walk.

"Agreed!" Sam said getting up and running past Dylan.

"Ready Scal ole' buddy?" I asked my little Oshawott.

"Sha!" Scal answered. "Let's do this thing!"

"Awesome!" I smiled.