Just starting off... (Pokèmon Fanfic)

Chapter One

This is my first actual book that I'm publishing. Hope you enjoy. :-D
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It was a cool morning in Pallet Town. The breeze was warm and the light was coming into the room like a flood. Then something entered the room. It flew around the room and landed on the blanket of the bed. It moved toward the edge of the blanket. The creature draws its head back and a scream was heard throughout the house.

"Well, that's what you get for sleeping in," my little 6 year old sister said like the snobbish brat she is.

"What'd you do that for!?" I asked the pidgey that pecked me.

"Pidgey?" The pidgey said as it left through the window.

I am Ryver Xemos. I'm 14 and my grandma has finally allowed me to get a pokémon. I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a passion for pokémon. My dream is to go on a journey with them and its finally coming true.

I leaned up and stood up from my bed. I put on my white tank top, my blue 'beast mode' jacket, and my pokèmon cap as I stuff my backpack full of clothes and crap I probably won't need. I run downstairs, grab my phone, and sit down at the table. Grandma set down a good breakfast; pancakes, bacon, sausage, waffles, and a cup of water. Guess grandma and sis want me out of the house but trying to savor the moment while it lasts.

When I finally left, I rush to the lab. I enter and was greet by a well known, annoying voice.

"Hey loser," Gary says.

"Where's -breath- Professor -breath- Oak?" I ask exhausted.

"Not here. He's out researching right now."

"K, I'll be back."

"Where ya goin?

"To find your paps."

"Why?"

"So I can get my pokémon faster."

"Ah, well smell ya later."

I exit the lab and walk over to the Oak's house. I ask Gary's sister, Daisy, if the professor was around. Let me tell you, I got a town map from her a year ago, and she tried to own another one off on me. Of course, I'm a gigantic softie so I took it anyway. When I left, I head north to route 1. As soon as I stepped into the route, a familiar voice stops me in my tracks.

"Don't go in the tall grass. Its dangerous," Professor Oak says in a raised, worried voice.

"Well look who shows up," I say.

"Let me take you to my lab, Ryver."

When we got there, Gary got off the wall he was leaning on and mock me by saying, "So you found him. You must be so proud."

I retaliate by saying, "Tell me when you spray your jokes with cologne because they stink."

"Ok, you guys done," Professor Oak asks. We nodded and Professor Oak continued getting ready.

After an hour of waiting, he finally asks, "Ryver, why don't you choose a pokémon?"

"Awww, why does he get to choose a pokémon first," Gary complains.

"You will get your chance Gary. Be patient. Go ahead Ryver. Choose."

"Hmmmm, the one on the right is fire type Charmander, the middle is water type Squirtle, and the left is grass type Bulbasaur. I'm a fire kind of guy, so," I say as I pick up charmander's pokeball, "I'll choose charmander."

"Ok, do you want to name your new Charmander?" Professor Oak asks.

"Yeah, I'll name him.....Flare."