Pallet Town
Kendall woke up and got ready for her day. She quickly withdrew a potion from her PC before heading downstairs. She headed downstairs and, after eating her breakfast, headed to the door.
"I'm going out!" she called to her mother. Her mother only nodded; she was used to her daughter traveling, and she always came home when she got the badge that allowed her to.
"Right," she replied. "All girls dream of traveling." Kendall nodded, smiled, and headed out the door. She started to walk out to Route 1 when someone called, "Wait! You can't go into the tall grass if you don't have a Pokemon!" Kendall turned and saw that Prof. Oak was running towards her. "Please, come with me." Kendall followed the prof. to his lab and walked up to where a boy with spikey brown hair was waiting impatiently. He shifted his feet when Kendall and the prof. stopped walking.
"Gramps! I'm tired of waiting!" the boy complained. "What'd you call me here for?"
"Fire?" the prof. said, questioningly. "Oh, right! I told you to come here." The prof. turned to Kendall. "When I was younger, I used to be quite the Trainer. Now these three" - he gestured to three Poke Balls sitting on a table - "are the only ones I have left. Go on, Kendall, take one."
"No fair!" Fire exclaimed. "I want to go first."
"Now, Fire," Oak said. "Kendall is a more experienced Trainer. Wait your turn and you'll get your own Pokemon." Kendall smirked at Fire and headed over yto the table. Finally, she picked up the Poke Ball on the left. "I pick this one," she stated.
"Ah, Bulbasaur. It's easy to raise and very energetic. Would you like to name it?" Oak asked.
"Bulb," Kendall replied.
"Then I pick this one," Fire said, picking up the ball on the right.
"Raising a Charmander takes time, but it is also energetic," Oak said. "Would you like to name your Pokemon, Fire?"
"Are you kidding?" Fire laughed. "Why would I nickname it?"
Kendall faced Fire with a frown. "Fire, Pokemon are living beings, too! They deserve to be named!"
"They do not!" FIre disagreed.
"Nicknames are a sign of affection. No nickname means no affection!" Kendall explained.
"Exactly!" Fire agreed. "But affection isn't what wins battles!"
"It is, too!" Kendall disagreed.
"We'll just see! I challenge you to a battle! Go Charmander!"
"Char, char!" he cried.
"Bulb, time to win!"
"Bulba!" she cried.
"Charmander, use scratch!" Fire commanded.
"Bulb, use tackle!" Kendall countered. It went on like that for awhile, then Kendall used the potion she had withdrawn, and won the battle.
"WHAT? Either you're right, or I picked the wrong Pokemon!" Fire cried. "No, it has to be the latter! Whatever. Kendall, Gramps, smell ya later!" After Fire left, Kendall turned to Prof. Oak.
"Go on, Kendall. You have a journey to embark on," he said. Kendall smiled, then headed out the door, to find new lands, people, friends, and adventures.