Everyone dreams of becoming a true Pokemon Master. But the definition of a true Pokemon Master hasn't been defined yet. Imagine the legends of Red, Gold, Lucas.. But go back a bit..

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Stupid alarm.

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

I roll over onto my side, and carefully slam a pillow down over my phone.

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

"RAAAAARRRGGHHHHHH!"

If that was an omen of how things would turn out, I wasn't sure what was. If I could go back, to this moment, I would.

I opened one eye with as least possible effort I could muster, reached for my phone and turned off the alarm. 7:29 AM it read. My entire life had built up to this exact moment. The morning of my 18th Birthday, when finally my parents would allow me to start my own journey.

Many trainers ended up leaving home between the ages of 15-18, so having my parents make me wait was one of the most irritating situations I could have been in.

With a sigh, I forced a smile and slid out of bed. Looking in the mirror, I glanced at the bags under my eyes. I looked absolutely shattered.

I could hear my mother singing in the kitchen, probably creating some incredible tasting breakfast food. Pancakes were my favourite of hers. Oh god I hoped it was pancakes.

Throwing on a baggy t-shirt, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and stalk down the stairs as the singing got progressively louder.

She must have heard me, as an angelic voice boomed beside me.

"Goooood morning!" She sang, "Happy Birthday hun!" She ran over and squeezed me into a hug. I felt my insides break against her embrace, and squirmed out of her grasp.

"Morning mom, you're up early."

"I've got work at 9, I'm so sorry Kez I wish I could be here for your birthday, but you'll be off to see the Professor around the same time won't you, so I don't feel to bad."

She looked sullen, so I pulled her into another embrace.

"Love you mom.."

"Love you too darling.." Her expression seemed to drop even further, until something flashed in her eyes and she went back to happily cooking away. "It's breakfast time!"

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"Right I'm off. I expect that you'll come home and introduce me to your starter Pokemon!" Mom shouted up the stairs, a twang of worry behind her voice. "Have a fantastic birthday, I know you'll make the right decision!" She stated.

"Goodbye mom! Have a good day at work!" I shouted down the stairs, and upon hearing the slam of the door I grab my phone and check my messages. Nothing. Clearly the world had forgotten it was my birthday. Oh well.

It was time to visit the Professor. It was time to start my journey as a Pokemon Trainer. Overcome with excitement, I fly down the stairs, grab my keys and shut the door behind me.

With the sun glaring down on Pallet town, I make my way straight over to the Lab at the south of town. Many trainers these days ended up buying their starter pokemon from breeders, however Professor Oak from Kanto had just started recruiting local trainers from here and Viridian City to take over the responsibility of filling up the pokedex whilst trialing the new gym circuit. His successor Professor Julian had only just passed over the mantle, so I was entering the lab with a large amount of hesitation.

I slowly step into the lightly lit lab. A monochrome theme of pure white and black filled my eyes and I approached the young sporadic man who appeared to be sleeping leaning on his desk.

"Professor Oak?" I exclaim. No response. "Professor OAK?" I exclaim a little louder. "PROF-ESSOR-OAK" I shout.

He shot awake with a shocked look on his face. "Ah Kerry Riley!" He exclaimed, still apparently half asleep. "So today is the day you join the squad."

I stride over to him, place a hand on my hip and shoot him a smile. "Let's get this show on the road! I've been thinking about starter Pokemon too. Do you have any options?" I ask, excitedly. I could feel myself getting impatient.

"Errr…" The Professor started at me with sleepy look. He must still not be with it.

To be honest I'd given a whole lot of thought into which Pokemon I was going to choose as my starter. I didn't want to go for a super rare one - as I wanted to find them all for myself.

Yet I was tempted to become a monotype trainer, preferably starting with Water. My father apparently had a Starmie which could face down legendaries without even breaking a sweat. But the idea of having a Vaporeon also appealed massively to me.

I also made a very strict rule for myself. I was starting this journey at near enough the same time as my best friend Roxanne in Hoenn, and we both agreed to only use the Pokemon native to our regions, to make it a bit more difficult.

I wasn't going to buy, I wasn't going to trade, I wasn't going to steal. I was going to catch each and every Pokemon I wanted on my team for myself.

Suddenly I remembered the idea of having a Psyduck as a starter Pokemon. They were pretty common. I liked the evolution too, they seemed very powerful.

"So?" I exclaimed, excitement taking over my whole body. I was shaking with anticipation to see what amazing starter pokemon awaited me from Oak.

"Well as you k-k-know, Kerry.. I've only just taken over from Julian, and I haven't actually had any time to go out and catch any cool starter Pokemon-"

I cut him off, "Well you know I've been thinking about that and I've decided I only want a common one anyway! Maybe a Psyduck, or perhaps a Staryu, I see them around everywhere!"

He looked embarrassed. "Kerry I only have two Pokemon with me, and I've already promised my sister one of them.." He walked over to the desk, where two minimised poke balls lay. He grabbed both of them, clicked the centre button and chucked out them both.

I could only stare. "Are. You. Serious?"