chapter one

A Day To Remember

summary: After becoming a famous Pokemon Trainer and having a daughter with his true love, Misty, Ash Ketchum "runs away" when his daughter turns three. Ten years later, Misty is raising their daughter, Kendria. When Kendria turns thirteen, she sets off into the world of Pokemon. As Kendria makes friends and captures Pokemon, a few rivals of her parents get in the way, and won't leave. Kendria tries to figure things out and find out who to trust, while still trying to find her father. But the deeper she gets, the more secrets pour out, and Kendria will have to me a decision: save herself, or her friends and family.

I NOT OWN POKEMON... KINDA WISH I DID. :P

I held my eyes shut tightly. I felt my heart beat against my rib cage. My mouth felt oddly dry, but my body sure wasn't. I was sweating. Ew.

Ignoring my physical delima, I went back to my thoughts.

Today was not just an average, boring day. Today was special. It was my thirteenth birthday, which meant I was to become a Pokemon trainer. Me. Kendria. Just like my father and mother, I was going to be a trainer.

Everyone thought I would do great. My parents were legendary for their Pokemon and their skills. I remember my mom, Mist, was a formal gym leader in a local town. She was a water leader, and I don't doubt it.

Mist loves water. She and her Starmie are always swimming in the nearby river. Not to mention my mom knew every possible water move, and the advantages a water could have on a different type, like fire.

I myself was a fire girl. Mist said my dad originally wanted a fire Pokemon himself, but ended up with a Pikachu. I thought it was funny that he was placed with such a different Pokemon, but the two found it lucky.

After what felt like hours of thinking it through, I opened my eyes. My dark light room looked normal. The drawers were closed and neat, my laptop was shut and polished, and posters of Pokemon and legendary trainers hung neatly on the walls. I tried to absorb the memory of my room. It would be a while until I see this place again.

I slowly glanced at the clock on my nightstand to read eight o'clock. My heart did a summersault. I needed to be at the lab at nine.

Trying to hurry, I brushed my straight, black hair and put just a bit of makeup on. I put on a nice black tee that said: Pokemon. Gotta Catch Them All. In white letters, with a small Eevee under. I slipped on some nice short jeans and my running shoes.

Mist had packed my bag ahead of time, so I could relax a bit on my "big day". I gave my image in the mirror one last inspection and hurried down the steps towards the kitchen.

The smell of pancakes danced in the air. I wanted to drool, but refused to. I turned the corner to see Mist cooking on the stove. My eyes widened. Mist wasn't a good cook. Uncle Brock? Totally. Mist? Nope.

"Your making breakfast." I commented. Mist flipped the pancake, almost allowing it to live. She turned to me. Her pale skin looked paler than usual with flour on it. Her bright red hair and green colored eyes seemed to stand out more. She smiled at me. Our emerald eyes met.

"Of course. It's not everyday my Kendria turns thirteen." She coed. I took a promising looking pancake and sat down, grabbing a syrup bottle. I drowned the pancake in the gooey slime.

Mist finally finished yet another burnt pancake and sat down in defeat. "I hope you like burnt pancakes." She sighed. I gave her a reassuring smile. "It's fine mom. I can barely even taste the pancake through the syrup anyways."

The two of us gave a course of laughs. It was easy being with Mist. I felt safer. I felt like I belonged. My stomach did a kick flip. I would soon be leaving the den I called home. How would I manage without my chaotic mother?

My mom's wrist watch beeped. She glanced down, her eyes widening. "Five till!" She gasped. My eyes matched hers in shock. I needed to leave now.

I pushed myself up from the table and hurried towards the door. Mist was right behind me, carrying a yellow backpack. It had many compartments. "Take this." She ordered. "Professor Oak will give you everything you need to become a trainer, which you will put in this bag. I already have clothes packed. Open it in the lab and have Professor Oak help you out." I nodded my head.

With a deep breath, I grabbed the ugly, miniature backpack and headed out the door. I gave my mom a last kiss and was off.

The lab was a big place. Much bigger than my bug sized house. It was filled with tiles, test tubes, giant machines, and pokeballs. There were a few men and woman writing stuff down and looked through a magnifying glass, like you see in those movies. I then spotted Professor Oak.

Professor Oak was my dad's mentor. He was the one who gave him that Pikachu. I found the professor to be a funny person. He was wise, but had a certain view of the world. Like it was all in the hands of one soul. Human or Pokemon.

Oak had a light brown tint to his hair, but was mostly covered with gray. He had laugh lines on his face, but instead of making him look strange and old, he looked younger and happier.

When I spotted the professor, he was laying out a few pokeballs. I watched curiously from a distance, wondering what would happen next.

With a smile on his face, Oak neatly laid three pokeballs on a counter. I couldn't read what the small, white labels said, for I was a bit to far back.

I stumbled forward, almost startling the man. "Oh my! Kendria! You scared the daylight out of me." He smiled. I bit my lip. "Sorry Professor Oak. But, I - um am here to receive my Pokemon."

Oak gave me a look that said "Tsk! Tsk!". "A trainer does not own a Pokemon. They are partners." He corrected me. I nodded. "Sorry." I mumbled. With a smile, Oak patted my back. "Cheer up! Today will begin the rest of your life!" He reminded me. Yeah. I thought. Cause that really helps. Instead, I just nodded my head.

I was now able to read the labels on the pokeballs. The first read Charmander. The Second, Squirtle. And the third, Bulbasaur. My heart beat sped up a bit. Inside these pokeballs were living, breathing Pokemon. One of which could become my partner; my friend.

"Here." Professor Oak began. "Are three Pokemon you can choose from. There is Charmander, the fire type Pokemon. Squirtle, the water type Pokemon." I could have sworn I saw him glance at me. Figures. My mom was the water goddess. "And Bulbasaur, the grass type Pokemon.

"Now, before you pick a Pokemon, take this." The professor handed me a shiny object. It looked like a hand held, with a blank, black screen, buttons, and a camera like linz. It was a hot pink color with a black strip going down the middle. Before I could comprehend, let alone ask what this device was, Oak spoke once more.

"This is a Pokedex. You will stumble upon many Pokemon and record which you see by turning the device on, raising the linz to the Pokemon, and snapping a picture! Then, the device will pull up common information on the Pokemon you have stumbled upon. Quit simple."

I nodded great fully. I grabbed my bag and put the Pokedex in an empty compartment. "Now," Professor Oak continued. "Here is a Pokebelt! You simply take a pokeball as so, and attach it to the hooks available. A pokeball can grow and shrink, depending if you press this button." He pointed to the white circle in the middle of the red and white ball.

It went like this for a while. Oak gave me a Pokedex, a pokebelt, five pokeballs (considering you could only carry five and I would soon pick one), a healing potion, a town map that shows you all of the Sino Region, and a pokewatch. The pokewatch lets you speak with people you add onto the hard drive. So far, the only people added was himself and my mom.

"And now." Oak announced in a showy voice. "You may pick your Pokemon, but I would enjoy it if you used your Pokedex to decide." He laughed. I gave a big smile, trying to cover up my nerves. "S-sure thing." I stuttered, taking out the shiny object.

Professor Oak took out all the Pokemon. I was stunned. All three Pokemon were gorgeous, with big, beautiful eyes and a cute aura. Charmander's flames seemed to flicker with enthusiasm. Squirtle did a little jig, and Bulbasaur smiled and snapped his vines gratefully.

I wasn't exactly sure which Pokemon I wanted. They all seemed interesting. Pointing my Pokedex at Charmander, this device activated.

Charmander. Fire type Pokemon. Charmander's are usually loyal to their owners and are fierce fighters. They are usually difficult to train. They are usually found in hot places, such as near volcanoes or in hot desserts.

I pointed to the Squirtle next, eager to learn more.

Squirtle. Water type Pokemon. Squirtles are loveable, kind little creatures that pack a punch. They are fairly easy to train and are found near or in the water.

Finally, I turned the Pokedex to Bulbasaur.

Bulbasaur. Leaf type Pokemon. Bulbasaur's are usually hard headed beings that can be hard to train, but when trained correctly, can be very powerful. Bulbasaur's are usually found in grassy area's.

Oak smiled at me with satisfaction. "Interesting, indeed." He grinned. I felt my face stretch into a giant smile. "Cool!" I burst. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

With a cough, Oak woke my daze. "So my dear, which Pokemon do you choose?" I stared at the three Pokemon. Charmander began to fidget, as if he wanted to leave his humble home too. Squirtle and Bulbasaur just continued to look cute.

"I choose..." I felt a wave of relief when I said the name. "Charmander." The Charmander flicked his tail with happiness. At least I hoped it was happiness. As if answering my doubt, he licked my cheek. I let out a giggle. "I had no idea Charmander's kissed." I managed in between giggles. Professor Oak nodded. "Nor did I." He responded.

I ignored the curious gaze Professor Oak gave me. "You are so much like your father." He commented randomly. I froze. I didn't know my father well. He left when I was three for an unknown reason, taking his Pikachu and his favorite backpack. I knew my parents were young when I was born, so I just figured he left because he didn't want a child.

"I'm nothing like him." I almost whispered. I could feel Oak's empathy wash over me. "Your father was a good man. I'm sure he left for a good reason." I pushed back tears. It was already past ten. "Thank you for the Pokemon." I replied. I called Charmander back into the pokeball, and like that, I left.