Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon. Otherwise I'd be rich.

Author's Note:

This is the start of my first fanfic.

I can't believe I'm actually writing this. I've read other stories here before, but I never thought that I would be able to write my own. But here I am.

Please review and tell me whether you think this is worth continuing or not. Thanks! :)

I wanted to be a Pokemon trainer my entire life.

Actually, being just a trainer didn't cut it at first. I wanted to be the Pokemon Champion of the entire world and have the strongest Pokemon in existence before I could be satisfied. Fortunately, my mom managed to convince me to lower my goals a bit.

Now, I just want to be Pokemon Champion of the whole Unova region.

I know. It's not nearly as impressive. But somehow my mom talked me into lowering my goals a bit. I still don't know how she managed to do that. Who knew that garlic bread could be such a good persuading tool? I mean, it just tastes so good-

I'm getting off topic. Right. Back to becoming Champion.

Anyway, it was getting really close to my eleventh birthday, and I was completely psyched for it. Why didn't I go last year? Well, there was this whole incident with Team Plasma that convinced most of the parents here to not let their kids get Pokemon. But then they got beaten by this one kid, and now our parents think it's okay for us to have Pokemon. I really didn't see the whole point in believing those Plasma people, because-

Wow I keep getting off topic. Jeez.

Back to my birthday. That was the day when I got my first Pokemon. My starter. The start of my journey of awesomeness. I think I might've had a bit too high of an expectation at first, because my mom spit out all her coffee on my dad when I mentioned that I wanted a Haxorus for my starter.

Then the day came. I was sitting in my room, daydreaming about getting a Garchomp, or a Tyranitar, or maybe even a Dragonite, when my mom yelled, "Honey, your starter's here!"

I practically flew down the stairs, grabbed the ball from my mom, and threw it into the air. It opened and realized a ray of light, and for a few moments, I thought that my awesomeness would really begin in that moment.

Then the light faded, and a bubble with a white blob inside it began floating around the room. "Solo!" It cried, immediately investigating the closest thing to it, which ended up being the TV. It squished itself against the screen and started yelling "Sis!" happily, even while my dad tried prying it off so he could watch his Grand Poke Bowl.

I stared at the Pokemon for a few moments before turning to my mom. "What is that." I asked flatly.

My mom smiled sheepishly. "It's a Solosis, dear. It's a Psychic. We thought it would fit you, seeing as you daydream all the-"

"Mom! I wanted to start my Pokemon journey with this crazy awesome starter Pokemon, not-" I gestured to the Solosis, who was still stuck to the TV screen, even though my dad now had both feet planted on the screen trying to pull it off. "-not this bubble thing!"

"This was all we could afford, honey. This is what you get." My mom replied. "Unless you want to wait next year, then we could get you a different one. As long as you're patient." She raised her eyebrow at me.

Wow. Mom really knew how to win an argument. I couldn't afford to wait another year. I had already driven them up the walls telling them what I wanted this year. Either that was really all they could've afforded, or they really wanted me to leave the house for a while.

A few minutes later, I had packed all the things I needed for my journey: spare clothes, sleeping bags, supplies to start a campfire, some extra shoes, and food for me and my starter, which I had nicknamed Bubble after my mom refused to allow me to name it Piece of Crap.

"Solo! Solo!" Bubble cried excitedly, rolling around in midair and performing flips while I said good-bye to my friends and family.

"Don't worry about us," Mom said, tearing up even as she crushed my ribs in a big bear-hug. "We've already done this for your brother. We know what we're doing." I managed to tap out before I fell unconscious.

"Take care, bud," Dad said, ruffling my already-messy hair. "Take it to 'em."

I grinned and nodded before turning. Now it was time to say bye to my two best friends, Gwen and Pete. Gwen was a few months younger than me, with a temper almost as fiery as her red hair. Pete was a bit taller than me, with dark brown hair and a blue hoodie, and probably the most down-to-earth out of all of us. He was just a few days older than me, but he was waiting before he left so he could prepare. His starter, a Roggenrola, sat at his feet and was apparently mesmerized by my starter's acrobatics. Either that or he was asleep. It was kind of hard to tell.

"Well, dude, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting this," Pete said, looking amused. "I thought we all agreed that I would leave first, you second, and Gwen third."

I grinned. "Sorry, but the future Champion of Unova has got a tight schedule ahead of him. He can't afford to take up too much time."

Gwen snorted. "He? What makes you think it's gonna be you who's Champ? I can take you down in my sleep!"

"Is that a challenge?"

"It will be when I get my starter!"

"Oh, really? Sure you're not scared of me and my awesome Pokemon?"

"Yeah, I'm really scared of a blob named Bubble."

"Just wait until he gets stronger, then he can take down anything. I probably won't even need a full party, that's how awesome he's going to be."

"Big talk, coming from the guy who used to wet his bed."

I blushed uncontrollably. "H-hey, I thought we agreed not to discuss that!"

"Guys," Pete said, raising his hands. "Shouldn't we get eight gym badges before we even think about becoming Champion? Or even challenging the Elite Four?"

He had a point, but I was too pumped to really care. "Right," I stated, slamming my fist into my palm. "I better get started then. I'll try not to get all the badges today." I added.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Just get going, Bubble Boy, before I get my starter and send you packing."

"Bubble Boy?!"

"Guys!" Pete shook his head. "You know," he said, turning to me. "You were supposed to leave ten minutes ago."

I blinked and looked at my cell phone. Sure enough, I was already behind schedule. "Waagh!" I yelled. "Gottagokthanksbye!" And then I sprinted down the road, with Bubble floating happily along behind me.

It didn't take long for me to realize that I had no idea where I was going.

Update 1/12/2012: Fixed the author's note (finally!) so now it's separate from the story...and that's it.