"Yes I am Ash, and now that I'm ten I can finally get my Pokemon License. I will journey to gain the wisdom of pokemon training, and I hereby declare to the pokemon of the world I will be a pokemon master. Pokemon master! That is what I'll-" Ash's speech was interrupted by the his mom yelling for him to go to bed.

"But I can't sleep…" Ash pouted, "I'm too excited."

"Well if you can't sleep you could at least get ready for tomorrow," Delia flipped to Oak's Pokemon channel, "Here watch this."

That night Ash wondered which pokemon he would choose; in fact he thought the question out in his sleep which caused him to throw his clock into the wall, smashing it into a million pieces.

When he awoke he was shocked to find how late it was and rushed to Oak's, "Squirtle, Bulbasaur, Charmander, anyone's fine. Just please save one for me!" He yelled as he ran across the street in his pj's.

Ash's rush soon came to a screeching halt as he crashed into the infamous Gary Oak.

"Hey, watch where you're going! Well, you must be Ash. Better late than never I guess. At least you get the chance to meet me!"

Ash knew about Gary. He was the top of the class next door to him. He had quite the reputation for being the best in anything pokemon, and for being Prof. Oak's only grandson. Plus, he was twelve, two years older, because Gary wanted to be "better prepared to understand the wonders that are pokemon." Unlike Ash, who was known for sleeping in most classes that didn't have to do with battling.

After a moment that Ash himself requested I don't mention, although I was given permission to say that from that point on Ash and Gary were rivals, Oak decided to come down to take Ash up to his lab.

"So you decided to show up after all." Oak took Ash up to his lab, and deciding to teach Ash a lesson about punctuality, showed him the pokemon he could have gotten.

"All the pokemon are gone?" Ash was on the verge of tears.

"Well there is still one left, but he's a"

"Professor, I'll take it!"

"I think I should warn you, he is a bit too enthusiastic, and has abandonment problems and… Well why don't you find out?"

Ash opened up the black and yellow pokeball, that if Ash was paying attention in class that day he would have identified it as an ultraball.

The yellow mouse pokemon uncurled from his pokeball and clung to Ash's leg.

"It's name is Sandshrew."