Well… I'm running to work or school or… whatever. I'm running to the lab again. And I'm late. Really late. I sighed. Gawd! The Professor's gonna be sooooooo mad! I thought to myself.

Crash!

I ran into something. Again. "Sorry!" and I dashed off again.

By the time I get to the front gate I was huffing and puffing, out of breathe. I rang the doorbell, if that's what you can call the box on the wall.

"Who iiiis iiittt?" the little voice on the other end said.

"It's me. Lemme in." I was annoyed with myself and I didn't have time to waste. 'Cause when the Professor's mad you don't want him any madder.

"Why should I Pay-pay?" the smug voice said.

"'Cause if you don't Gary then I'll punch your face in." I say through clenched teeth.

"Oooh! So scared! Ha!" Gary said as he made the gate click open.

"Thanks." I say as I walk in to the 'courtyard'. Deep breathe. And off I went. Running again, two stairs at a time.

It took me about 7 minutes to scale the steps. I was breathing pretty hard at the top and then I see Mr. Evil. Gary tattled on me for my threat! That little brat! Ok so he's a year younger than me but, meh.

"Payton!" the Professor said, I cringed. This has got to be the maddest he's ever been! "Why are you late? And why did you threaten Gary?"

"Sorry, Professor Oak. I slept in again." I said as innocently as plausible at this point.

"Again! Payton, how much sleep do you get at night?"

"A good eight hours, sir. I go to bed at like… 9:00. I dunno how…" I trail off.

"Payton…" he sighs. "Gary go play with your brother."

"What!? But she threatened me! Doesn't she get some sort of punishment?" Gary squealed.

"I'll deal with it Gary. Now go," the Professor commands.

"Fine," Gary says as he sulks off.

"I-I'm really sorry I'm late. I-it won't happen a-again." I manage to stutter out, almost in tears. I don't know why but lately been really mad or really sad around people.

He sighed. "Come on don't cry, Payton," and kneels down to look me in the eyes. "You're fine."

I looked at him. The Professor… he's really the only one in Pallet that has some idea of what's wrong with me. "Ok."

"Good. Now," he stood up. "Let's get to work, shall we?"

"Yeah!" I nod and follow the Professor into the lab.

We got there and guess what we find.

"It's my toy Garwy!" the little nine year old shouted.

"No! It's my turn, Brooody!" Gary shouted at his little brother.

Me and the Prof both sigh. They always fight. Always.

"Stop it you two." Prof said.

"But! Graaandpaaa!" Gary whined.

"Grwampsie! Garwy are being mean!" Brody sniffed.

Time for a mood swing…

"What the crap! Stop fighting! It Brody's toy Gary leave him alone!" I shouted, fed up with their fighting after two minutes.

"Pay…ton?" the Prof asks.

"Oops!" I gasp.

He sighs, "It's ok. Let's go." He motions me to the computer. "There's a message here for you."

"For me?" Who would want to send a no one like me something?

He opened a message. It read:

Dear Professor Oak,

We hear you have a student/apprentice. We would love for him/her to join us at our Pokemon academy in Azeala town, Johto.

It's a school preparing young Pokemon trainers, breeders and co-odinators for their own journeys, if they are permitted. The school includes boarding, meals and, of coarse, a great education.

We hope to hear back from you.

Sincerely,

The Pokemon Academics Organization.

"Wow…" I said dumbfounded.

"Hmm… So, what do you say? It's your choice." The Professor looked at me intently.

"Well…" I pursed my lips. I dunno… I thought.

"They're probably expecting a 13 or 14 year old, not an 11 year old."

"I… wanna go." I said at last.

He grinned, "Then let's go pack. You leave in the morning." He stood up and started to walk away.

"T-tomorrow?" I just stared blankly at his back.

"Yep. Hurry home. You can't be late tomorrow." He waved and walked into his study.

I stared for a few more minutes and turn and run out the door.

He's right; I thought to myself, I can't be late.

I ran full speed for a good 15 minutes or so and then I run out of gas. No. Not that kind of gas.

I rest for about ten minutes and when I try to stand, my legs are like jelly. I scowl.

This always happens when I run too much. I sigh. Guess I'm staying here a little longer. I stared at the clouds for a time. My eyes started to droop and I fall asleep.

In my dream I felt the breeze flow through my hair. Light and unthreatening. But then it got violent, tearing my belongings away. It took my pokeballs, my house and everything else.

"What do you want Tayler?" a male voice shouted.

"Oh little brother, Tay-lor," a girl voice said emphasizing the difference in their names. "Why must you be so… cruel? I am much more worthy to help this girl find her destiny."

"Forester told me to take care of her," the boy stated. I look for the speakers and find them arguing under the tree I was sleeping under. There's a girl there with silver hair…

"Who? Oh. Yes, your gay charge," she smirks.

"He's not gay!"

"Wrong tense brother."

"Forester isn't dead!" he shouted, blasting me out of the strange dream.

I woke with a start. "What the…" I looked around. "What was that about?" I shrugged. Doesn't matter now I guess.

I look at my invisible watch, then at the sun. I had been asleep for a while. Good thing I wasn't far from home. I stood, stretched and then dashed off.

It was sunset when I got home, a purple sunset. Those don't happen in Pallet town much.

"The Johto region, huh? Well then…" I said and turned then walked into my house.

"Ok, Eve where are ya?" I called my eevee out of hiding.

"Eevee!" she says as she hops on me.

"Hey buds." I grin.