This was the part of my day I had been dreading. The 1/2-hour wait in the Prof. Waiting room was infamous among starting trainers. Although I had come prepared, with my new Pokégear and a trainer's manual, I was already bored. Checking my shiny new Pokégear watch, I began pacing up and down the room, as if expecting to be called any second. Eventually I returned to my seat and studied the other people waiting. Most of them were like me, waiting nervously for their name to be called and looking up eagerly as the receptionist called a name. While studying a very pretty girl over the top of my manual, I heard the receptionist call:
"Hiro Mitony"
"That's me!" I called, maybe a little too enthusiastically, earning myself a few scrutinizing looks from around the room. To my great relief, the pretty girl didn't join the disturbing stares.

I walked, kind of bouncily from the nerves, through the long hallway into the crowded room filled with all sorts of machinery. Although it was filled with a great variety of Pokémon gadgets, I realised it was a huge room. There was a long patterned mat stretching to the podium, which a lot of Pokémon trainers called 'Prof. Beech's Red Carpet' and I grinned inwardly remembering this. I quickened my pace, eager to get my new Pokémon just as any trainer would be. I was startled to see my Aunt there, but decided she must of come the back way just to see me get my new Pokémon. After a tense stroll, I climbed the set of steps and greeted my Aunt with a warm smile, knowing she probably went to a bit of trouble to get here, and I was happy she was.

Prof. Beech was young for his status, and my Aunt was eyeing him in a weird manner, so I was hoping she didn't get any ideas. Not that they weren't good for each other, I thought they'd make a great couple. My Aunt was twenty-five, the youngest and only sister my mum has, or had and after my Mum and Dad passed away, was my first and only choice. She was very generous, and we spent many nights up, a great deal longer than either of us should have been, talking and laughing. I always confided in her, and solemnly believed she was somehow everything he had ever wanted or needed, after his parents.

I greeted the Prof. in a gruff voice, the one you have when you haven't talked for ages, and he grinned at me and started.

"Hiro, your Aunt here has been very generous, and convinced me to help her look for an special Pokémon for you-" My Aunt smiled at him, and he blushed. "After about a day of fishing, your aunt caught a Pokémon she thought was perfect for you, and I must say I agree. So, without ado," he said humourously, "Congratulations, here's your first Pokémon!"

I took the polished red and white Pokéball from his hands thankfully, and yelled those fateful words: "Pokémon, GO!"