*Amy*
The next morning at 6:30 our alarm clock went off. I hit the off button and pulled myself out of bed. Then I shook Anglea. "Wake up." "What?!" she moaned. "Remember? Our mission?" "Oh yeah!" she said jumping out of bed. We hurried into the clothes that our grandparents sent us for our birthday. We were wearing pink shorts and white shirts that had 'Cutie' in pink letters. Then we put on pokeball necklaces. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and Anglea just brushed hers out. We grabbed our already packed backpacks and ran downstairs. "Good morning" mom said hugging us. "You look nice" said father, putting down his newspaper. "Chansey!" I looked at her. Chansey had put breakfast on the table. We sat down and ate our last meal with our parents until we returned. Then, it was time to say good bye. We hugged our parents and Chansey. "Keep in touch!" our mom called as we left. We pulled our bikes out of the shed and hopped on. As soon as we pedaled out of our yard we released our pokemon and they fell into our bike baskets. "Pika!" (Good morning!) "Squirt! Squirtle!" (Yeah! But where's our breakfast?) We laughed and pulled out two apples and gave them to our pokemon. As they were finishing up, we arrived at Professor Oak's lab. We parked our bikes in the back, as we would not use them again until we returned from our journey. As we opened the door an alarm went off. "Pikachu!" (make it stop!) We covered our ears. The pokemon were running around our feet. The alarm had some effect on them. We uncovered our ears as the alarm shut off and Professor Oak walked in. "Sorry!" we called in unison. "No no. It's ok it's my fault. That alarm is supposed to scare off burglars and Team Rocket. I forgot to turn it off this morning." he replied. "We're the first people here?" I asked. Professor Oak nodded. "Yes." "We are here for our license." Anglea said. "Right of course." said Professor Oak. Pikachu looked around. They were in a waiting room. "Please follow me" Professor Oak said leading them to a blue door. He opened the door and the girls gasped at the sight before them. The room was filled with computers and large TV screens. "Take a seat and wait for the other students to arrive." said the Professor. So the girls took a seat near the front and looked at each other, amazed they were finally doing this.
An hour later everyone was seated and ready to begin the first step to becoming a pokemon trainer. "You may begin and good luck!" said Professor Oak. I suppressed a giggle as I looked at my sister, who immediately started her test. She was ready for this. I looked at my computer screen. "What is the definition of Pikachu?" I repeated quietly. That was easy! I quickly typed 'electric mouse'. The next question appeared on my screen. "How do you spell…" A Picture of Chikorita appeared on my screen. I carefully typed C-H-I-K-O-R-I-T-A, then pressed enter. I read the third question. "True or false, Charmander is a fire pokemon." I rolled my eyes. Duh! I typed in my answer. This was too easy!
The next morning at 6:30 our alarm clock went off. I hit the off button and pulled myself out of bed. Then I shook Anglea. "Wake up." "What?!" she moaned. "Remember? Our mission?" "Oh yeah!" she said jumping out of bed. We hurried into the clothes that our grandparents sent us for our birthday. We were wearing pink shorts and white shirts that had 'Cutie' in pink letters. Then we put on pokeball necklaces. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and Anglea just brushed hers out. We grabbed our already packed backpacks and ran downstairs. "Good morning" mom said hugging us. "You look nice" said father, putting down his newspaper. "Chansey!" I looked at her. Chansey had put breakfast on the table. We sat down and ate our last meal with our parents until we returned. Then, it was time to say good bye. We hugged our parents and Chansey. "Keep in touch!" our mom called as we left. We pulled our bikes out of the shed and hopped on. As soon as we pedaled out of our yard we released our pokemon and they fell into our bike baskets. "Pika!" (Good morning!) "Squirt! Squirtle!" (Yeah! But where's our breakfast?) We laughed and pulled out two apples and gave them to our pokemon. As they were finishing up, we arrived at Professor Oak's lab. We parked our bikes in the back, as we would not use them again until we returned from our journey. As we opened the door an alarm went off. "Pikachu!" (make it stop!) We covered our ears. The pokemon were running around our feet. The alarm had some effect on them. We uncovered our ears as the alarm shut off and Professor Oak walked in. "Sorry!" we called in unison. "No no. It's ok it's my fault. That alarm is supposed to scare off burglars and Team Rocket. I forgot to turn it off this morning." he replied. "We're the first people here?" I asked. Professor Oak nodded. "Yes." "We are here for our license." Anglea said. "Right of course." said Professor Oak. Pikachu looked around. They were in a waiting room. "Please follow me" Professor Oak said leading them to a blue door. He opened the door and the girls gasped at the sight before them. The room was filled with computers and large TV screens. "Take a seat and wait for the other students to arrive." said the Professor. So the girls took a seat near the front and looked at each other, amazed they were finally doing this.
An hour later everyone was seated and ready to begin the first step to becoming a pokemon trainer. "You may begin and good luck!" said Professor Oak. I suppressed a giggle as I looked at my sister, who immediately started her test. She was ready for this. I looked at my computer screen. "What is the definition of Pikachu?" I repeated quietly. That was easy! I quickly typed 'electric mouse'. The next question appeared on my screen. "How do you spell…" A Picture of Chikorita appeared on my screen. I carefully typed C-H-I-K-O-R-I-T-A, then pressed enter. I read the third question. "True or false, Charmander is a fire pokemon." I rolled my eyes. Duh! I typed in my answer. This was too easy!
