Samantha shoved open the door to Proffesor Oak’s laboratory and ran in excitedly. As she ran past several large machines which let out small sparks as she ran by.

She dashed through the small lab and she didn’t expect her foot to slip on one of the long wieres that stretched across the laboratory. She crashed to the ground with a loud shout, her copper hair glistened in the bright flourescent lights of the lab, and she felt something poke her back.

“Are you okay?” a voice asked.

“You sound a little young to be Proffesor Oak,” Sam muttered, dusting off her jeans and standing up.

“That’s because I’m not.”

Samantha turned and faced the boy, who was probably about ten. He had messy black hair and bright blue eyes. His expression seemed a bit… expressionless but he still provided a small smile. His baggy shirt hung over his shorts and his shoes were worn out.

“Who are you then?” Sam asked rudely.

“None of your business,” the boy turned and walked out of the large doors at the front of the lab.

“Hey! Where’s Proffesor Oak?” Samantha called after him loudly.

“I’m right here,” a cracked voice came from behind her.

She swerved around quickly and some of her hair flew into her face. She pushed it away and smiled at a tall man with graying hair and a long white lab coat.

“Oh, I’m Sam, the new neighbor. You asked me to come over?”
“Yes of course. With your mother being Cynthia, I immediately knew that you would be perfect in battle. So, I called you over with the thoughts of giving you a pokemon. You’re at least ten, right?”

Is he blind? Sam thought to herself, “Actually, I’m twelve.” She smiled.

“Oh, haha,” The proffesor laughed. “Well… the only problem is that I’m all out of pokemon.”

“What?” Sam asked surprised.

“That boy that you spoke with came in, took one, and left... Mysterious, yes, but today is the day most trainers set out on their adventures.”

Samantha pouted angrily. “There’s got to be one pokemon!” Samantha exclaimed.

(Familiar yes?)

“Actually… nope, sorry, time to lock up the lab,” Oak shoved her out of the lab and locked the door.

Then Samantha smiled deviously when she saw a small box in his back pocket. She felt a sudden urge… Then she smashed the door open and with the cracking noise of glass she grabbed the box with a bloody hand and ran off, ripping it open. She stuffed the box in her pocket and put everything else in her backpack. Except for a small round red and white orb.

“A pokeball,” she whispered.

There was a rustle in one of the shrubs and she looked toward the shrubbery alertly.

Then she threw the pokeball and prepared for a fight. Then she heard a click. She pushed aside the leaves in a bush and saw the small pokeball. Then she picked it up and flung it excitedly.

There was a small mumble and Sam frowned. That’s my starter pokemon?