3-2-1 Beep Beep Beep! My alarm went off loudly and I slammed my hand down on the snooze button, before pulling my shoes on and standing up from my already made bed. The clock said 7:00 am. I’d already been up for two hours, waiting for that alarm to go off so it wouldn’t be weird if I came downstairs early. I grabbed my backpack off my desk with the few supplies I’d managed to scrounge from my older brother’s bag, admired my official pokemon trainer look in the mirror for a few seconds and hurried out the kitchen door before anyone could catch me.
"Jay?" My Dad's voice stopped me mid-step.
"You sure you aren't forgetting anything?" I turned around slowly. He was standing in the open doorway, like he'd been watching me as I'd raced as quietly as I could out of the kitchen and out the back door.
"Yeah." I said, not sounding so sure. My dad looked stern and serious, like he usually did, but just before I turned back toward the street, ready to head off to Prof. Willow's place, I walked slowly back to my dad and shook his hand, as was our usual goodbye custom. This time however he pulled me into a hug that could rival a Machomp in power.
"Cant...breath...Dad..." I gasped, before he let me go. Just before I turned to leave, I saw Dad's Machomp behind him, waving. I waved back and left the two of them to start my own adventure!
Later: at the lab.
It took a while to reach the lab, as my town was a bit further away, and I was walking, avoiding the tall grass as much as possible. When I got there, it was about 10:00, and just about everyone else had arrived.
There was an amazing array of pokemon to choose from. I finally settled on three, all originating on the Hoenn region. Zigzagoon, Poochyena, and Mudkip. Normal, Dark, or Water+Ground. My dad and brother had both chosen fighting types, but it was one of those three for me. The Mudkip looked up at me with big black eyes, it's orange whiskers trembling. It looked so eager to join me on my adventure, I had to choose it. It lept into my arms, then climbed its way up onto my head (not bad for a catfish) where it proceeded to growl at the other trainers and pokemon in the room.
Laughing I let it stay there. "Come on Kipper, dont worry about them, they're friends." I hoped at least.