The Underground Pokémon Society
Chapter 1
I wake up to the chirping of Pidgeys and Spearows, just like any other day, but today wasn't just another day. Today is my 15th birthday, and the day I get my first Pokémon! I slowly open my eyes, as if they were going to burst if I opened them too fast. The first view my eyes catch is my light blue pillow, creased from last night's sleep. I sit up, my bones and muscles aching from sleeping as stiff as a board. My bed's sheets are Pokémon-themed, preferably the current Pokémon league champion, Diantha's, Pokémon. I hope I meet her someday, I think to myself, It would be so cool if I could! I swing my legs over the edge of the bed with my feet dangling off the edge. To the left edge of my room is my mirror and closet with my closet being a light hazelnut color. Straight across the room from the mirror is my bookcase, lined with books varying from Pokémon history books to comic books about Pokémon. About 20 feet to the right of the bookcase is the staircase, which leads downstairs and to my first Pokémon, awaiting me to start my journey. I get out of bed, and walk into my closet, which is filled and organized with clothing from hats to different types of shoes. I take off my Pikachu pajamas, and put on a blue shirt with blue jeans. I slide on my red poke ball beanie, and my blue and black tennis shoes. I pick up my green poke ball bag, and head toward the mirror to check one last time. My light brown is going in one direction like a force is repelling my hair from the other side. My light, but barely pale skin shines like a ghost in a dark room. I speed to the start of the stairs, looking back with my mind flooding with childhood memories. I smile widely and run down the stairs, almost tripping a couple of times in the process. After I step off the last step of the stairs, I notice a note on the counter. I walk over and the note reads:
Dear Marcus,
Happy birthday! I'll be home in a little bit with your present so you just sit back and relax while I'm out.
Love, Mom.
I sat on the couch, watching TV until Mom got home with a creak! I quickly turned my head to see Mom with a poke ball in her hands, and my deep forest green eyes lit up and ran over to her.
"Here you go, honey! Your first Pokémon!" She exclaims. I gently take the poke ball into my hands, and throw the poke ball.
"Go, Pokémon!" I yell. The poke ball opens up, revealing a…Bidoof. The Bidoof chirps out, and I just stare at it, not blinking at all. Why, why me?! I don't want this Pokémon! I look at my mom.
"Mom….you're kidding me, right?" I ask.
"Marcus, you wanted a Pokémon and I got you one! Now, be happy about it and go start your journey!"Mom retorts, using her menacing voice.
"O-Okay! Bidoof, return!" I say, the poke ball, emanating a red mist, sending the Pokémon back into the poke ball. I sigh, and walk out the door, our Rhyhorn napping in the front yard. I smile, and lightly pet its head.
"I'm going to miss you, buddy." I walk out to the center of the city, starting my Pokémon journey!