Wow! My first Pokemon fic! Go me!

…yeah. Can you see the sarcasm?

Chapter 1: Birthday...Surprises?

"Mum, it's my birthday. Can I please have a pokemon?" I took a bite from my breakfast--plain, warm pancakes.

"Brooke..." My father gave me a look from over the top of his newspaper.

"You promised!" I said angrily, slamming my fist down on the table.

"Brooke, dear, I..." Mother looked pleadingly at my father, who shrugged.

"I'm not in this anymore."

My mother sighed. "Brooke, your aunt sent me a letter last week, saying that when we felt you were ready, she'd send you a pokemon.

My eyes lit up. "Really?"

Holding up her hand, my mother stopped me before I could jump up. "She said she had an extra that she couldn't use, and I can go to the Pokemon Center in Oldale later today. Would you like that?"

I could hardly contain my excitement as I jumped up from the table, nearly knocking my father's coffee off the table. "Oh, really? Thank you, Mum!" I ran over and gave her a hug. "I'll even go for you right now!"

I ran outside, stopping at the bridge between Oldale and Newbark. Things were going great today fro me! First, I beat the stupid game that had been bugging me on my Gamecube, now this!

"Looks like someone's in a good mood."

I groaned. Typical for Aiden to ruin the moment.

"What do you want, Aiden?" I said icily. I didn't need him to ruin today for me too.

"Just to show you my new pokemon. Dad gave me a Torchic for my birthday yesterday! Bet you still haven't gotten one." Aiden walked up to me, the ever-present smirk residing on his face and a small, orange bird-like pokemon following him.

"As a matter of fact, I'm on my way to get my present right now."

"Ah, going to get a Zigzagoon? How typical. Very...cliché. Get an interesting pokemon, just for me, okay?"

I gripped the edge of the bridge railing. Aiden was just so...infuriating at times. I couldn't stand him. "I don't know what it is. If it's something stupid, I'm likely to send it back."

"What's that? Not catching your own pokemon?" Aiden clicked his tongue. "Not a good first move."

"As I recall, Mr. Smart-Aleck, you said your dad gave you your Torchic." I grinned, knowing I had him.

Aiden's smirk faltered. "Well, it's still better than whatever you're going to get!" He stormed off, the Torchic struggling to keep up.

"Oh!" I remembered why I was really here. I dashed into the pokemon center, heading for the nearest telephone. I punched in the number, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Aunt Rose! I heard about the pokemon you promised me!"

A look of surprise passed Aunt Rose's face. "Oh, yes. That one. I have it right here." She moved it toward the teleporter that transferred pokeballs from one place to another. "But what have your parents said?"

"Why do you think I'm here? I wouldn't if I didn't have permission!"

Aunt Rose sighed. "Fine, fine. But if there are any complaints, I never knew anything about this. And no tradebacks. Ciao." She hung up, the pokeball already next to me. I picked it up, hugging it to me, knowing that this is where it all would begin.

I left the Pokemon Center, wandering into a meadow that was near the same river that ran near my home. Tossing up the pokeball, I waited to see what I got.

My face fell when I saw my pokemon, knowing that I wouldn't be able to give it back. Not after what Aunt Rose said.

"Worthless," I muttered. "This really sucks, you know."

Ouch.

What could this "worthless" pokemon be?

Note: For the sake of my sanity, I am not using the accent above the E in POKEMON and other such words.