I do not own Pokemon or any of its characters. I only own Amy.

Amy gave a loud groan as she heard the buzzing of her alarm. The annoying blaring sound rang throughout her room. "Go away," she muttered into her pillow. It refused. "Just shut up, I want to sleep!"

But the alarm didn't quit. After waiting for a few seconds, Amy groaned, sat up and turned to turn off her alarm. She purposefully left it out of reach because if she didn't she knew she would simply shut it off and go back to bed. But right now, Amy was just wondering why she had to get up early. She was done with trainer school, so she didn't have to be awake for that. If only she could remember...

"Amy," her mother called. "Chere just called, he said he's on his way over."

'This early?'Amy wondered. "Is Bianca coming too?"

"He didn't mention if she was," her mother called back up the stairs. That set off a new train of thought as Amy tried to think of why Cherenkov was coming alone.

Amy and her friends were very close but Biance and Cheren had lately seemed to be attached at the hip. If Cheren was coming with out her that would mean either they had a fight or...

Amy gave a little squeal of delight as she quickly got up to get dressed. Cheren had always acted like he really liked Bianca. Maybe he was coming over to ask Amy how he could confess love to Bianca!

Amy was so excited that she stopped laying attention to anything going on in her house and nearly died of shock when she emerged from the bathroom to find Cheren, sitting at her desk was a who gave the comment, "Nice pjs Amy."

A very mortified Amy glanced down at her tank top and shorts, blushed, and closed the door to the bathroom, quickly getting dressed and then marching over to confront him.

Amy was about to challenge him about his affections for Bianca when suddenly she noticed there was a large business case set on her desk. "Cheren," She demanded, "What is that?"

Cheren gave her a warm grin and told her, "The professor got mail. Our starters are finally here."

All thoughts of matchmaking flew out of Amy's head as she saw the case. "Really? You aren't pulling something here are you Cheren?" Amy asked. "We finally get our Pokemon?"

Cheren stood up and slid his hands into the pockets of his coat. "That's right. Which do you want?"

Amy rushed over to the desk, about to throw open the case when she hesitated. "What's wrong?" Cheren asked.

"We have to wait for Bianca," Amy told him.

"Why?" He asked her. "She's late as always. We should get to pick and she gets whatever's left over."

That isn't fair Cheren. Why should we get to pick for her?" Amy demanded. Cheren just shrugged. "Well, I'm waiting for her and since it's my house, you will leave that case alone until she arrives."

"But if we wait, I already know what will happen," Cheren argued. "She shows up, you two pick and I don't have a choice in who I get. How's that fair?"

Before Amy could try and come up with a response to that, there was a familiar set of crashes, followed by a cry of pain and a loud, "I'm so sorry Mrs. White1" that announced Bianca had arrived.

Amy sighed as her blond friend stumbled into the room, tripping over White's door frame and nearly catching her skirt on her bed. "Bianca, you're late," She told her.

Bianca righted her favorite green hat, and blurted out, "I know and I'm sorry Amy and Cheren didnt tell me the Pokemon were here and happy birthday Amy and..."

"Wait, what?" Amy asked her. "What was that last bit?"

Bianca looked at her friend in confusion. "It's your birthday today. Isn't it?"

Amy looked at her callendar and smacked her forhead. That was why she had woken up early, because it was her tenth birthday. "Thank's Bianca," She told her clumsy friend. She glared at Cheren. "At least one friend remembered." She shot at the boy.

Cheren shrugged. "I never was good with dates," He told Amy without appology. "Now that everyone has finally arrived," He cast a meaningful look at Bianca, "Can we please chose our Pokemon?"

All three nodded and looked at the case. "Amy has to go first," Bianca told Cheren, pulling him away from the case.

"Why on earth should she get to go first?" He asked Bianca, looking slightly annoyed.

"It's her birthday you dope," Bianca told him, "And we are in her house. Now step back and let Amy choose."

Cheren began to argue that it wasn't fair that Amy got to go first and moved away from the case to argue with Bianca. Amy took advantage of the distraction to slip over and pop open the case. Three round, gleaming red objects greeted her as she looked down at the case, reading the labels next to each Pokeball.

The first read, "Oshuwat, the Sea Otter Pokemon." Obviously a water type. Next to it was another ball, that read, "Tepig, the Fire Pig Pokemon." That one was obvious as well. The final ball's label was, "Snivy, the Proud Pokemon." Since Amy knew the starter trios had to have a grass type, she assumed this was the grass starter, although she couldn't be sure until she got a better look the Pokemon. As she looked at the three Pokeballs, she couldnt decide which of three she wanted. Looking into the three Pokeballs, she saw the faces of the Pokemon were filled with fear as they looked back at her, wondering who their new trainer was going to be.

Cheren and Bianca were still arguing over who was going to get their Pokemon first, when Amy turned around and threw all three Pokeballs between her friends. Chenen and Bianca both jumped out of the way, dodging the suddenly appearing Pokemon. "Amy, what are you doing?" Cheren demanded. "You don't get to have all the Pokemon."

"Neither do we have the right to choose who their trainers are going to be," Amy countered. "And besides, you don't know any better than I do what kind of Pokemon is good or bad. I think we should let the Pokemon choose their trainer. After all, it's their lives that are more affected than ours."

Cheren didn't look happy, and neither did Bianca but both agreed and looked at the Pokemon. The poor things looked confused, so Amy bent down and told them quietly, "We three are supposed to be your trainers. We know you're worried over who will be your trainer, so we thought that you would want to choose your trainer rather than being chosen. You three can chose who would like to travel with. Go ahead, it's entirely up to you."

The three Pokemon looked at each other for a moment making quiet noises as if debating. Cheren and Bianca watched with interest as the Pokemon responded to Amy's news. They seemed to be debating, much like the children had, over who they would be travelling with. Tepig and Oshuwat were arguing at the moment, and Snivy seemed to be trying to seperate them and reason with them.

Finally, the Pokemon seemed to have chosen. Oshuwat turned away first, running directly between Cheren and Bianca. The two watched anxiously as it waddled towards them, not showing any signs over who it had chosen. Finally, it veered a sharp right and ran over to Cheren. He bend down and offered it his arm. "You want to come with me?" He asked softly. It nodded once. "Ok. Come along with me. I'm going to be the strongest trainer ever, so I hope that you're strong enough. I'll do my best to make sure I am." Oshuwat gave a little sound of joy and hopped into the hood of Cheren's hoodie.

Tepig was next, running straight for Bianca. It tripped a little on the way and rolled into Bianca's legs. Bianca laughed gently and picked the firey pig up. "So you're a little clumsy too? I think that we'll make a good team." Tepig nodded a little bashfully. "Don't worry, I'm sure other people are clumsy too. I know you'll love travelling, I can't wait to see all of Unova." Tepig gave a squeal and happily nuzzled Bianca.

That left Snivy who was carefully watching it's friends choose their trainers. Satisfied, it gave a content sigh and turned to Amy. Amy smiled warmly. "So, your choice is me? I can't guarentee I'll be a good trainer. And the journey will be long and hard. Are you sure you want to go with me?" Snivy nodded. " If you're sure, then of course you can come with me. I'd be grateful to have you along."

Snivy gave a proud 'of-course-you-would' look before leaping into the air onto Amy's shoulder. Bianca and Cheren were both happy with their starters and Amy felt the same. Bianca was excited enough that she shouted at Amy, "Come on, let's battle!"

Amy looked at her, as though she had gone crazy. "Here? Bianca, we can't have a battle in my room."

"Why not?" Bianca pouted. "Our Pokemon are new to battling too. What harm can it do?"

"What harm?" Cheren blurted at her. "Bianca think. We're indoors and we have Pokemon that are going to fight in an enclosed space. There isn't enough room for them to fight."

"Oh come on Cheren," Bianca tried to placate him. "It's not like our Pokemon are big enough to even make that big of a mess. I don't see that big of a problem."

Before Amy could say a word however, the three of them heard a voice call up, "Bianca? What is it you were suggesting my daughter attempt in her room?"

Bianca winced and there was a quiet set of footsteps preceding Mrs. White appearing in the doorframe of Amy's room. " If I just heard right," Amy's mother said slowly, "You are attempting to push my daughter into doing something dangerous and will likely make a mess, like when you advised climbing her bookshelf to see if we have an attic."

Bianca winced at the memory and fiddled with her hair nervously. Mrs. White wasn't finished though. "Am I also correct in assuming you weren't thinking about the mess it would make to have a Pokemon battle, inside Amy's room and would probably take off as soon as the battle was over and leave Amy and myself to clean up?" Bianca flinched as Mrs. White finished, "You know that after last time your mother told me to, and I quote, 'Lock you in whatever room you failed to clean and make you stay until the room was clean, bathroom breaks and meals being optional', didn't you?"

Bianca gave an audibal gulp, at which point Amy's mother said sweetly, "I'm certain you said you wanted to battle Amy with your brand new Pokemon outside on the lawn, didn't you Bianca?" The blond girl didn't reply, only took off out of the room, desperately clinging to her green beret that nearly flew off her head, her Tepig at her heels.

Cheren and Amy both stared at her mother in shock. Mrs. White gave a satisfied grin and ushered the two out of the room, winking at her daughter as she did so.

Yes I took out the battle in the bedroom, only because I don't want to delay the start of the journey and I never found it fair that your character's mother cleans up. Please rate and review.