Disclaimer: I own pokemon. Just like I own a time machine and the planet Mars.

Title: A White Surprise

Author: Me. Duh.

"Professor Elm!" My voice rings out through the cavernous main room. "Where are you?"

"Hunter? Oh, there you are! I was wondering when you'd get here. Oh! I have a favour to ask of you. My friend, Mr. Pokemon, has found a pokemon egg. But he isn't sure IF it's a real pokemon egg. I was wondering if you could go and collect it for me?" Professor Elm walked up to me and started walking me towards the door.

"But...Professor, you said...My pokemon.." I start to say to him.

"What do you..? Oh. Your pokemon. That's right. Uh...well then, this way!" Professor Elm grabs my arm and drags me towards this weird looking table with a few pokeballs on pedestals. "Now, I'm really sorry, but I only have one pokemon at the moment. Your father caught it the other day for you. But... well, its not normal."

"I don't care!" I say pleadingly. "Just as long as there's a Pokemon for me!"

Professor Elm reaches for the pokeball and gently gives it to me. "well then, see for yourself what's inside."

"All Right! POKEBALL GO!" I yell, and hurl the pokeball into the air. My very own pokemon at last. I think to myself. Well, dad IS a world famous trainer, and mum did always say, that when my dad gets me a pokemon, I can be whatever I want, and go wherever I want. I wonder where he is now... I didn't have any time to think further than that, due to the blinding white light and silver sparks shooting from the pokeball. I covered my eyes because I forgot my sunglasses.

"Grrrrooowwwllll" a silky, yet surprisingly strong voice said. I uncovered my eyes immediately.

"Wha...? A Growlithe? But... Its white with silver stripes? They should be orange..." my voice trails off as my thoughts take over. Of course! That's why I had to wait so long! White growlithe are really, really rare! There's only one pack of them in the whole kanto and Johto areas!

"Are you going to name her, Hunter?" The professors' voice brought me back to reality.

"uh... yeah. What do you think of... Silver? Do you like that, little one?" I ask the puppy, which was now standing on my foot.

"Growl! Growlithe Growl!" the pup said happily, and then licked my face. "Growl growl!"