This is my story. I think..no. I should wait until I tell it to you. It starts now.
Being a 16 year old female, I wanted to go on my journey. What type of journey, you ask? Why, Pokemon, of course!
So, as I was saying, I got up the morning of which I was going to get my first pokemon...
"Honey, are you ready to go?" My mom asked, handing me some breakfast. I nodded and munched the toast as I walked out the door. She hugged me and I swallowed and hugged her back. "I'll be fine, mom. Plus, you'll see me later!" I said with a smile on my face. She smiled back and nodded. She let me go, and I was on my way.
Now, I am not one to be late, and this was no exception. But when I got to the lab, the Professor was a little frantic to see me. He explained that the other three that were getting a first pokemon couldn't wait and decided to go the night before. All three starters were gone.
I sighed and asked him if he could just lend me a pokeball or something and let me catch my own. He thought for a moment, then hurried me to a back room. It had metal wall, soundproof from the look of them. I went to the case after Oak pointed to it with a flourish.
I saw a little mark on the pokeball and decided to pick it up. It was heavy and had energy coursing through it. I was going to release it, but Oaks hand stopped me. He put it down and said, "This is not for just anyone. This is a special pokemon, and it needs to be paid for somehow."
I thought for some time but came up with nothing. Oak was thinking, too. "I think I have an idea..." he said.