"Scotty doesn't know, that Fiona and me..." the alarm clock went off. Scotty groggily woke up and then threw the alarm at the wall. IT broke. Scotty lived in the world of Pokemon, where dreams of being a Pokemon Master and catching all the different Pokemon never ever came true. This story is about Scotty's journey and how he was different than all those who had failed before. Scotty was 15, had perfect blond hair, and wore blue surfer board shorts and a polo (always with the collar popped up). He got up and packed his bag, as he was getting ready to go on an epic journey(of course). His bag was conviently one of those bags that never gets heavier, no matter what you put in it. He was finally ready. He went downstairs to see his mother sitting at the dining room table.

"Scotty, are you sure you want to go? Can't you stay here for, oh I don't know, 15 more years?" his mom asked.

"Mom," Scotty replied, "I am 15. Most kids have tons of Pokemon by the time they are my age."

"Oh, but..." his mom sniffled. She then let out a sob and hugged Scotty so tight, he couldn't breathe. "Oh, my baby! I'll miss you so much."

"Mom!" Scotty said. Scotty knew he was going to miss being baby-ed by his mother, as he was pretty much a momma's boy. HE thought, though, that all kids leave home someday, and he would be no exception. Scotty then left his house to go to Professor Elm's lab, which was very conviently located next door. On the way there he looked around at New Bark Town and thought how great it was that he was finally leaving this dump. There were only like 5 buildings and there were no stores around. There wasn't even a bowling alley. No school either, Scotty had attended the school in the next city over, Cherrygrove City. Before he entered the lab, he noticed a boy with long red hair wearing chains looking into the window. He appeared to be about Scotty's age.

"What are you doing?" Scotty asked the boy. The boy seemed to be startled.

"Get away!" the boy yelled at Scotty and pushed him away.

"Okay," Scotty said and went in the building. "What a freak." The lab wasn't too fancy, just an entry room and the real lab in the back. Most of the scientists in the lab seemed to have nothing to do. It seemed as if they had gone a little crazy from boredom. They walked around in endless paths and said the same thing over and over again. Scotty just shrugged it off and went to the back room. He found Professor Elm there.

"Hello, Scotty," Elm said. "I bet you are here for your Pokemon."

"Yes," Scotty replied, "I already know which one I want. I want Totodile."

"You're sure?" Elm asked. Scotty nodded and Elm picked up one of three Pokeballs on the table. He handed it to Scotty. Scotty let the Totodile out of his Pokeball. After becoming aquainted to Totodile, Scotty thought for a little bit.

"Hm..." he thought, "I bet the little guy hates it in this Pokeball..."

"So, little guy," Scotty said, "Don't you hate being in this Pokeball?" Totodile shook his head in agreement. "Well...Time for you to get back in it." Scotty completely forgot about feeling sorry for Totodile. Totodile sighed sadly as he was zapped into his slightly cramped home.

"Scotty, I need you to do something for me," Professor Elm said. "I have a friend, who is slightly odd, who says he has discovered something fantastical and amazing and he wants me to see it. He lives just north of Cherrygrove City. Would you care to go get the discovery for me?"

"Well I don't..."

"Good," Elm said, not even waiting for a reply. "Now please hurry up with your task. I am an impatient person."

"Okay..." Scotty said. "Well, seeya."

"Good luck, Scotty," Elm said as Scotty left the lab. Scotty went back to his house and grabbed his bag. He said goodbye to his mother and to his life as he knew it. He went towards the exit and waved at everyone he had known. People gave him a bit of advice as he walked by. Scotty left the small town he had grown up in and started his new life as a kid pursuing a dream of becoming a Pokemon master. (Of course.)