Rolling out of bed the raven haired girl hit the floor face first as she miscalculated how close she was to the edge of the bed. Groaning she pushed herself off the floor. Groping for her glasses off the top of her night stand. Why did Oak have to give out Moemon so early anyways? Would it be a sin to start handing them out around noon?
Nonetheless she pushed herself off the floor and pushed her glasses on her face. Looking in the mirror on her closet door. Helena's hair stuck up in all directions. She attempted to smooth it down with her hands and failed miserably. Instead she tied it back with a blue ribbon. She then proceeded to find clothes suitable for traveling.
Still she examined herself in the mirror for a moment. She had pale skin, messy hair and glasses. Not the prettiest and not the ugliest. But now wasn't the best time to examine herself. She had to get going and get going now. The blue jean shorts on her floor seemed to be relatively clean enough and a green t-shirt with a black Pokeball logo was still on the hanger. No one ever accused her of being the neatest person in Kanto. Helena only had one pair of shoes for traveling and they were a pair of white chuck with green laces.
She ran down the stairs, her feet thumping on the stairs and alarming her mother to the fact that her daughter was awake and ready to leave. She held out her travel bag as her feet hit the last stair. She had stayed up all night packing her daughter's bag, having been a moemon trainer herself in her younger years.
"Thanks Mom. I'll be sure to call you on the road and let you know what Moemon I choosing. I'll miss you." Helena gave her mother a quick hug before slipping the fully packed bag onto her shoulder. Her mother gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and patted her on the back.
"Have fun honey and don't forget to stay safe."
Helena practically ran out the door with her mother waving her on. They lived close to the lab, the house next to it having been long abandoned after the last persons kid went on a moemon journey and never came back. Her feet pattered on the pavement towards the lab and her heart sunk as she saw that though she had gotten up early she had been beaten to the lab. Anton and Moira had both beaten her there. Helena was extremely disappointed. At least it seemed as though they hadn't picked their Moemon yet. Moira smiled at her friend and waved. Anton just sort of stood there and scowled. Huffing she caught up to them and they all walked in together. Three moemon trainers and three moemon inside.
"Hey there! Welcome to Oak laboratories. You guys are all here for your first Moemon I suppose right? Have you all thought about which one you want to choose?"
Oak stepped aside and let the three teenagers take a look at the table in behind him. On it were three Moeballs, one had Squirtle, one had Bulbasaur and one had Charmander. Helena was only interested in one of them. They had all discussed this many a times before this day. Anton would take Charmander being as he only ever liked fire types. Moira would take Bulbasaur and she would take Squirtle. It was all worked out.
"I want Squirtle."
It was Anton who spoke causing for a gasp of surprise from Helena. She looked at the guy who had always wanted Charmander. He pushed a hand through his short brown hair as he picked up the water types Pokeball, not giving anyone a chance to protest. Now what Moemon would she take?
"I want Charmander professor!"
This time it was the blonde Moira who spoke up. What now? Once more Helena was shocked. What had happened to all of their plans? Had it for nothing? Moira picked up the fire types Moeball and tossed it in the air, catching it skillfully as it fell. All that was left was the grass types Bulbasaur. She had never even thought about having a grass type. Ever.
"Well, I thought we had all talked about this... But I guess my Moemon is Bulbasaur."