PsychMon

Part one: I get my first pokemon.

Hi, my name is Shawn Spencer, and I'm a psychic. I live in a world where many creatures called pokemon roam the earth. People use these pokemon as companions, to battle other pokemon trainers, and to become the Pokemon champion. Today I begin my journey as a Pokemon trainer.

"Shawn. Shawn! SHAWN, WAKE YOUR STUPID ASS UP." That was my dad, Henry.
"IM UP, IM UP." I say.
"GO ON, YOURE LATE FOR YOUR MEETING WITH PROFESSOR WOODY."
"Aww, goddammit." I say as I sprint out the door. I run to professor Woodys lab to get my first pokemon.
I rush through the door, breathing heavily.
"PROFESSOR, IM HERE!" I say.
"Finally, now come here." Says professor woody.

"You can pick one of these pokemon. He says, pointing to a table.
"But, there's none there..."
"That's right, you're too late." he says.
"Cmon, you have to have one more pokemon left." I say.
"Well, I guess you can have this abra, but it isn't really very good." he says while handing me a pokeball.
I am overjoyed, I've finally gotten my very own pokemon!