Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon!

Chapter 1. Look at How Far We've Come!

I lazily opened my eyes to the sound of an alarm clock. I looked to the side of my bed. 6:15. DANGIT. Why does summer have to be over?

I huffed. I had to wake up early, and I already had a problem with going to sleep.

I slumped out of bed, onto the carpet. My long blond hair was a mess, as always. I lazily walked down the hallway, swaying from side to side as a result of just waking up. When I reached the bathroom, I rubbed my eyes, and my eyes lit up when I realized that I would be able to pick my starter! Since we were 10, we would be able to pick from the various different Starters, plus Eevee, Pikachu, and Axew. Since we didn't get our starters from Professor Oak and went to Pokemon School, we had the entire variety of starters to chose from, plus we got lessons on how to cook and take care of Pokemon. It made up for the cost.

You may be wondering what starter I will pick? That will be a surprise. But you can be sure I will not chose the overrated piece of crap known as Squirtle. People say that Charmander is overrated, but EVERYBODY chooses Squirtle. Nobody ever chooses others anymore. It's ALWAYS Squirtle. It's not even that powerful when it evolves. (Please don't hate on me, but this is my real opinion!) Just saying, but it you took a certain green reptile, you could WRECK FACE in tournaments.

I took a green toothbrush out of a drawer. I put some toothpaste on it, and started brushing. When I was done, I spilled water on the marble countertops. I took a towel and soaked it up. I brushed my hair, and put it all into one long braid.

I tiptoed down the stairs, being careful not to wake the wrath of the parents. Our house Arcanine lifted her head from the couch. She softly grunted, and went back to sleep. I came to the kitchen and poured myself some cereal. I took the bowl to the island, and I ate standing up. It was 6:45, and all the Pokemon were starting to stir.

I got dressed into the school uniform, and sat on our couch. While I was stroking Arcanine, I contemplated what I would pick as my starter.

Charmander was a maybe.

Are you even asking? I WILL NOT CHOSE SQUIRTLE, YA HEAR!

I don't really want to choose Bulbasaur, but if it's between *shiver* Squirtle, and Bulbasaur, you bet I'll chose Bulbasaur any day of the week.

Cyndaquil, nah.

No Totodile, please. Feraligtr got dat booty.

Chickorita is just not my style.

Torchic is likely, but it is a popular choice because Blaziken is pure power.

I do like Mudkip, actually. So yes, *sigh* you heard I like Mudkips.

I do not like Treeko.

Chimchar is pretty cool.

I love Empoleon, so therefore, I may choose Piplup.

I don't like Turtwig.

I HATE TEPIG WITH A BURNING PASSION. No pun intended.

OMG Oshawott is so cute. Dewott is awesome. Don't even get me STARTED on Samurott. It looks so cute! :D

Snivy would be a good choice. Serperior is fast.

I do like me some Fenniken.

Froakie is awesome.

And Chespin is pretty cool.

Eevee, it's not the strongest when it evolves.

Pikachu are naturally stubborn.

I will chose Axew if it's the last thing I do.

I heard my father walk down the stairs. He had two pokeballs in his hands. They contained two Pidgeots. "Abbey, come on. We have to take you to school." He then walked outside, and I saw the beams that released the Pidgeots. One was normal, she was mine. She was the faster one. The other was shiny. It was naturally slower, but that didn't matter, because it had more stamina and was stronger.

I walked out the door and mounted mine, same with my father. They started flapping, and soon we were at school in light speed.

Chapter end.

A/N: Annnddd cut! Thanks for reading! This is a tribute for summer ending and me and my friends getting in to 5th grade.