I woke up the next morning still shocked that my idol had lost, and what was worse was she beat him using a team that seemed to be just a bunch of misfits. She started it off with a stink bag that blew up the whole field. After that she used a sting happy bug that couldn't even take a hit. Then she sent out some weed that tried to put the hurt on Kaiser, but failed. She then sent out some metal bird that set up a Stealth Rock trap, and didn't end up doing in anything else. After the pieces were in place, she sent out that monster of a Pokemon that wreaked havoc all over Michael's team, before finally succumbing to a Future Sight. Finally, she sent out that cursed Blaziken that took down Birthday easily, and didn't even have to fight Kaiser. This was too frustrating!
I got out of bed, and pulled the clothes that I wore yesterday on. I started walking towards the door, and when I opened it. I was well…surprised to say the least.
"SURPRISE!" My mom, dad, and younger sister had been waiting at the door outside my room. In all the disarray that last night's battle caused me, I totally forgot today was my birthday. Even when I saw the Drifloon named Birthday, I still didn't remember. How do you forget your own freaking birthday?
"Are you ready for your day? Today's gonna be all about you honey!" My mom said very excitedly. She seemed to be more excited about my birthday than I was, granted she actually did remember it.
"Umm…yeah, okay." I said somewhat confused and disoriented. I really wasn't in the mood for celebration. There was nothing to celebrate. Turning twelve isn't a big deal. Losing in the final match of the Hoenn Conference is a big deal. A very big deal indeed.
"You don't sound excited." My four years old sister was right I wasn't excited. I continued to look at them with no emotion in my face. "You should be excited! Mommy and Daddy bought you a Pokemon!" My little sis jumped up and down as a grin spread across my face like a wildfire.
"Susie that was supposed to be the last surprise of the day." My dad said, although he didn't look very mad at the fact that she spilled, because it brightened me up. It more than brightened me up; it consumed me and left my body with a tingly feeling. I couldn't believe they actually got me a Pokemon.
"So what did you get me? A Skorupi? Those are pretty strong right, and they evolve into the beast that is Drapion! Or did you get me an Onix? I always thought Steelix was a pretty cool Pokemon! Oh, just tell me!" I was about as giddy as my sister when she got to meet the real 'My Little Ponyta.'
"Well here. See for yourself." My dad pulled a red and white ball from behind his back. It seemed to be no bigger than a marble, than it grew to the size of a baseball. Was it really there? Inside that Pokeball was my very own Pokemon. He handed the Pokeball to me, and I grabbed it greedily.
"Thanks!" With that I ran outside into our backyard to let out my Pokemon. What could be inside this Pokeball? Surely it had to be the most awesome of Pokemon. I almost tripped over the family Growlithe, Archie, trying to get to an open spot. He followed me and wagged his tail and licked my leg with his sandpaper tongue, as if to say Let him out! Let him out. "Okay come on out!" A flash of white light materialized from the Pokeball in front of me. I came outside, because I somewhat expected a big Pokemon, but what came out barely made it to my kneecap.
"So what do you think?" My dad asked from the doorway into the house. I didn't know what to say, except that this was the continuation of the worst two days of my life. The fluffy, orange Pokemon looked me in the eye and let out the most horrible sound I had ever heard. It said Torchic.
I can't believe they got me a Torchic. This evil thing's evolution is the thing that put an end to Michael's dream of being the best trainer Sinnoh had ever seen. That meant that one day this thing would carry on the legacy of its horrible species and wreak havoc on all trainers trying to obtain glory.
"What are you gonna name him son?" My dad asked breaking me out of my daze. The only names I could think of were Devil, Demon, Beelzebub, and Dark Creature of Evil, and I didn't think any of them would earn appreciation from my dad.
"Umm, I'll name him Oliver." Oliver was this kid in my second grade class that I hated with all my guts, and now I just named my starter Pokemon after him. Yep, the day just keeps going down.
Archie was now sniffing and licking the newly named Torchic. If only my luck would have it that Growlithe's liked the taste of Torchic. No such luck. Oliver rubbed his head against Archie's chest and nuzzled closer, feeling the warmth coming out of the Puppy Pokemon's chest.
"We were gonna give you this to you when we gave you your Torchic later on today, but you already have the Torchic, so I might as well give this to you as well." He handed me a bright red device and an envelope.
"You got me a Pokedex! Wait that must mean that you—"
"Go ahead and open the envelope."
I eagerly opened the envelope to see a plastic card with my name on it. Wait this couldn't be! This was a Trainer ID! Only Trainer's who challenge Gyms and participate in Contests get these cards, which meant they were finally letting me go take part in my own adventure, capturing Pokemon, making friends, getting into dangerous situations! The worst day just turned into the best day.
Later that day around 4 P.M. I had everything together. My mom had packed my backpack full of stuff yesterday, as it was all ready planned that I would be leaving. After all the hugs and the sentimental stuff I was out the door only to be stopped by little sister.
"Wait! I wanted to give you this. Me and Richie across the street found it near Mt. Chimney. You can use it to catch other Pokemon and stuff." She handed me a small yellow and black adaptation of a Pokeball.
"Thanks Susie! I'll make sure to put it to good use." Those were my last words as I walked out of the house. I was leaving Lavaridge Town and heading for Mauville City. The only problem was that an evil, fire bird was getting comfortable in my hands as I held as one would hold a baby. Oh Arceus, is the some version of a cruel joke?