My iPhone alarm wakes me up from my sleep. That was probably the best night's rest I have had in weeks. School work and my school's musical have kept me busy and tired for a while. I take a look at the time; it is five minutes to six. Oh, sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Nick, Nick Farrell. And no, I am not related to the actor Colin Farrell. I am a seventeen year old from New Jersey and a junior in highschool. I am just your typical, average teen really.

I finally get out of bed, five minutes later, and walk down the stairs and walk to the kitchen. I open the freezer part of the fridge and grab a box of waffles. I open the box, take out three waffles and put them into the toaster. I grab a plate, a fork, a knife and a glass for milk and just place them in front of the toaster. Now I just wait patiently. "Good morning Nick," my mom says behind me. I turn around to see her.

"Hey mom," I say to her. "Sleep alright?"

"Yeah."

"Is dad up?"

"He had to leave early for a meeting." My dad is a director of guidance at a high school that rivals mine. "He'll also be home late too. Same thing tomorrow as well." My dad has these early to late meetings very rarely throughout the year. "Is your brother and sister up yet?" After she says that, my younger brother (by only two years), Stephen walks into the kitchen.

"'Morning you guys," he says.

"Hey bro," I say. Stephen walks over to the cupboard and grabs a box of Cheerios, a bowl, a spoon and takes out the milk from the fridge and starts fixing himself breakfast. Now my little sister (by four years), Kim walks in the kitchen and starts fixing herself breakfast. She doesn't really say anything as soon as she wakes up unless it is saturday. "What's today?"

"Thursday," my mom says. "So are you going to be on the four o'clock bus?" I nod my head. Musical practice is from the end of the school day to four in the afternoon. "Is practice going to end at the regular time?" She directs that question to Stephen. He nods his head. My brother is on the winter track team. He is really good."So I'm going to pick you up at five thirty. And you are coming home at the normal time?" Kim nods her head. "Alright. So I'll go to the supermarket after work then I'll pick you up." My mom's job is an elementary school, history teacher. "Alright, got my schedule for the day." After she says that, my waffles pop up.

6:40 A.M.

Me, my brother and my sister are waiting for the bus to come. We are all dressed and ready for school. Right now, I am just listening to my music to pass the time. I am into classic rock/pop music, a little bit of modern rock/pop and rap music. After about five minutes of waiting, the bus pulls up next to the bus stop. "Just another boring day," I say in my thoughts.

6:45 A.M., Washington D.C.

United States President, Vivian Green, is already at work. He is just writing a few papers that need to be sent out and going over some bills that need to be passed. He presses a button on his speaker phone. "Leslie," he says calling his assistant, "can you bring me a coffee please? With cream and sugar too?"

"Sure thing Mr. Presa..oh hello...yes...hold on," Leslie says on her side of the phone. "Mr. President, Sam Williams of the Environmental Protection Agency would like to speak to you."

"You mean the director of the EPA?"

"Yes. Can you see him now if possible? It is very important he says."

"He didn't schedule an appointment, but I'm open for the day. Send him in. Get him a coffee too." The president stands up and fixes himself to look presentable. The doors of the Oval Office are opened by members of the Secret Service. A well dressed man walks in the Oval Office and the doors close behind him. " Director Williams, nice to see you."

"Nice to see you too, Mr. President," he says. The two shake hands.

"So what is it that you would like to talk about?" the president says walking back to his desk then taking a seat. "Please, take a seat Mr. Williams." Sam Williams takes a seat in front of the president's desk. Leslie comes in with a tray in her hands, that holds two mugs, a coffee pot and two bowls, one filled with sugar packets and another with one the small cream jugs. "Thank you Leslie. Just put it on the desk." Leslie places the tray on the desk and walks out of the office. "So, what is this you wish to talk about?" The president asks while pouring his coffee.

"Well, about twelve hours ago, we got a call near Virginia Tech about a weird sighting. We investigated what they were talking about, and what we found is...something...unbelievable. Then we got over twenty more calls of these sightings within five hours after the first sighting outside of the Virginia Tech area."

"What is it that you found?" The president asks pouring sugar and cream into his coffee. "A new type of mammal?"

"Sort of. We want you to come down to the EPA Headquarters and see what we are talking about."

"How come you didn't call? You didn't have to come here to talk about this." The president now starts sipping his coffee.

"I thought it would be better if I come here and have I direct conversation with you. Listen, just come down to the headquarters for a few hours and see what I am talking about." There is a small pause.

"Alright, I'll go." "God, if is a prank like what the Vice President did the other week, someone is getting it," the President thinks.

8:45A.M. Small Town High School, New Jersey

Right now, I am just sitting in my honors english class, the second period of the day. I am making an outline for an essay. In this class, there is an essay almost every other couple of weeks. It isn't easy, but it isn't too hard (sometimes). "Jess," I say to a friend that sits next to me in class, "the establishment for diction and word choice is followed by figurative language, right?"

"Yeup," she says, working on a rough draft instead of an outline.

"Thank you." Now I start jotting down some notes from the story the class read to use for the essay. School for me this year is not too difficult, but I do have a lot on my plate with school work and being in the school's plays and musicals. It is a lot to handle, but I don't stress over it too much.

"Yeah, there have been some weird rumors of a new type of animal floating around," I overhear Mike say. He's a good friend of mine. "Near Virginia Tech I think."

"New animal?" I think to myself.

"Where did you hear this?" A friend of his asks.

"Twitter. It's just some rumors though." I am going to have to check Twitter later today to see if there is any info on this.

8:55 A.M., EPA Headquarters, Washington D.C.

"You mean to tell me, Mr. Director," The President says, "that for over twelve hours, you have the possession of Pokemon?"

"Yes Mr. President," Sam Williams says. The two are in an EPA laboratory and there are various pokemon around the laboratory being observed. The smaller ones are being observed on lab tables while the bigger and taller Pokemon are just standing on the ground being observed. The scientists are writing detailed notes about each Pokemon. "When we brought these guys here, they didn't really struggle and are showing full cooperation to let us observe them. And they're really friendly too." President Green walks over to one lab table where a Squirtle is being observed.

"What can you tell me about this guy?" President Green asks the scientist observing Squirtle.

"Well," the scientist starts off, "he is turtle like. His shell is as hard as a turtle shell. He can release water out of his body at a fast pace. Watch." The scientist pulls out a target from a drawer and places it on the other side of the room. "Alright, do it and hold it out for twenty seconds." Squirtle shoots out water from its mouth and lands it on the target. It is able to do this for twenty seconds. "Very good Squirtle."

"Squirtle, Squirtle," it says happily.

"Is that what its called?" The scientist nods. "What else is there to know about it?"

"He is a water type Pokemon. Well, you obviously know that from the demonstration. He is a good swimmer like a real turtle. Oh, this goes for all Pokemon in general really. Unlike regular animals, Pokemon are more intelligent. You can have legitimate conversations with them. Watch." He turns to Squirtle. "So Squirtle, are you enjoying the weather today?" Squirtle nods. "Is the temperature in the room to hot?"

"Squirtle," it says, shaking its head.

"Impressive," President Green mumbles to himself.

"You see Mr. President," the scientist says, "this discovery could change the world."

"Ouch!" another scientist shouts, shaking his hand.

"Frank, you okay?" The scientist asks his colleague.

"I'm fine," Frank says. "This little guy just zapped me."

"Pika," a Pikachu says while rubbing the back of it's neck.

"This one I definately know about," the President says walking over to Frank's lab table. "This little guy is Pikachu."

"That is correct Mr. President," Frank says. "He is an electric type mouse. However, he didn't shock me intentionally. His shocked by because accidently touched his cheeks. Take a look at this." Before he does anything, he puts on rubber gloves. Frank pulls out his cell phone and a phone charger. He plugs the small end of the charger into his phone. "Now look what happens when I gently place the metal part of the charger on his cheek." Frank does so and his phone is now being charged. "Pikachu stores electricity in his cheeks!"

"Amazing," President Green says. "So how did these guys 'begin'?"

"That is another thing I wanted to talk to you about," Director Williams says. "We don't know. We've done some scans for signs of possible radiation to see if they were mutated animals, and they weren't. These guys are one hundred percent natural."

"How?"

"We are still running some tests." There is a slight pause.

"Do you think it could be the Japanese government. They were the ones who made Pokemon in the first place."

"Just because Pokemon started in Japan doesn't mean they're responsible Mr. President. Even if it was them, then Pokemon would have started in Japan and not here."

"But do we know if it started here in America for sure?...Where is the video call room?"

"Next floor up. Why?"

"I think I should talk to the Japanese Prime Minister."