Tough Choices
By: kawaii-Cherimu130
A/N: What the charater looks like, or what the gender of the main charater is, is up to you. Use your creativity!
The large wooden doors creaked open, and an old man peered out at me. He was wearing a white lab coat and some black pants. His shoes were brown, and his hair was a snowy white. I blushed shyly as I saw his toothy grin. "Why, hello!" The old man said to me. With a little wave from his hand, he stepped back and I walked into his lab.
It may have seemed tiny on the outside, but it was actually huge on the inside. I gazed at the large room in awe as the old man gently closed the wooden door behind me. "Please, follow me," I turned around to follow the old proffessor as he lead me down a long isle. On both sides of the isle were thousands of shelves that had red and white pokeballs sitting on them. It was crowded, and I had to fold my arms just so I wouldn't hit my elbows. The proffessor did the same.
We finally made it at the end of the long isle, and there, standing in front of us, was a table. On top of the table laid three red and white pokeballs. Each one contained a Pokemon, and one of those Pokemon would be mine. I was about to choose my starter! But...
Who would I choose? I never really thought about it, before. But now that I was actually here, the whole entire thing, the choice I was about to make, seemed so utterly confusing.
"Go ahead and pick your starter," The old man told me politely. I looked at his lab coat, hoping to see a name tag so I could thank him for my starter, and to my surprise, I saw one. It read the name Sam Oak in bold, white letters across a blue piece of fabric. "Thank..you...Prof. Oak..." I replied politely as I could. My eyes quickly darted to the ground, my cheeks blushing.
Prof. Oak smiled at me. "Well, looks like you've finally figured out my name . That's good, since you did move from Hoenn, didn't you?" he asked. Shyly, I nodded. I felt like such an idiot. I guessed it was because I was a shy person, but I did feel embrassed, shy or not, that I didn't even know the guy's name. To be honest, I never even knew there was a Prof. Oak until my mom told me.
Shaking off the subject so I could take my starter and leave, I watched my hand slowly drift over the three pokeballs laying on the table. My hand was shaking so badly, that for a split second, I thought it was about to break, and shatter into thousands of peices.
A jittery, nervous feeling swelled up inside me, and I thought I was going to be sick. The wrong partner could mean the wrong outcome. Sure, I could train my Pokemon up, but I had to think about the types. I wasn't to sure if I was right or not, but I heard the first gym leader was a rock type trainer. I knew fire was bad against rock, but what about grass? Or water? Darn types...
Let's see...how about this one? I thought to myself nervously as I picked up a pokeball. I cupped it in both of my hands. I carefully traced a finger over the tiny pokeball, and I shuddered at the pokeball's coldness.
"So," Prof. Oak said clamly. "Will you take Squritle, the water type?" I looked up at Prof.Oak with confusion. I had lived in Hoenn for 10 years, and I was so used to it's native Pokemon that I didn't even know any Kanto's Pokemon.
Before I could reply, the pokeball busted open. Both Prof.Oak and me shielded our eyes as a bright flash of red light blurred our visions. The red light transformed into a blue turtle. The turtle looked at me, a goofy grin on it's face. "Squritle!" it cried as it leapt into my arms. Without thinking, I caught the Squritle and embraced it in a big hug. A gaint grin spread across my face, and my stomache returned to normal.
"I'll...I'll take..it..." I whispered shyly as Squirtle, who I now call Bubbles, wrapped it's arms around my neck. Prof. Oak smiled, and then handed me a red pokedex, plus a couple of pokeballs.
Bubbles and me went through many battles, but the toughest one was choosing who I should have. Decisions like that happen everyday, and if you don't choose carefully, you never know what could happen.