Disclaimer: I do not own Pokèmon. If I did I would be rich. But sadly I don't, so I'm not.

Okay then, let's get on with the story.

Introduction

A boy is sitting in his bed writing a story. "Dumb writers block is now gone." He had writer's block for the longest time. "About half way though now." He yawned. He had been up all night. He looked at his watch. "Almost 5 am. Better get some sleep. I'll work some more on this fic tomorrow." The boy put the Pokèmon fanfic he had been writing aside, lays down, pulls his cover over him, and turns off the light. He slowly falls asleep thinking about what he should put in his story next.

The next morning he wakes up to a strange voice calling to him.

"Shaun, wake up! Breakfast is on the table!"

Well? What do you think? I know it's short, but it will get longer, plus it's longer on Paper. Please review this fic, as it's my first one. So PLEASE, tell me what you think. I could really use some encouragement to keep writing. Thank you for reading it.