A.N. I know I haven’t finished my first fanfic and I am sorry. But so far no one has reviewed my first fanfic. I WANT REVIEWS!!!!!

Words in italics are thoughts. Words that are in ( ) are what the pokemon is really saying. Words in { } are my notes. This is the ONLY time I will say this in this fanfic so remember!

Ash’s P.O.V { point of view }

I woke up in a cold sweat. I had the most realistic dream. I parted my black hair from my face and thought about it. I couldn’t remember much but I still remembered flashes. Me, Misty, Team Rocket, a large group of people and small yellow paws. The small yellow paws seemed to be significant. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair from my face as it was everywhere. I never tried to comb it because it was useless. My brown eyes stared back at me from the mirror. I ran the water and got a cup from the dispenser on the counter. I drank a glass of water and went back to bed. I fell right back asleep almost immediately. When I woke up I forgot the dream that was bothering so me so much. When I went downstairs for breakfast I noticed Brock, Mr. Mime, Pikachu, and Misty.

“You okay there Ash?” Brock asked worried.

I frowned and said “yes.”

“You’re sure? You haven’t eaten a bite of your pancake yet,” Brock pointed out.

“Hmm? Oh yeh. Sorry I just had a feeling something important is going to happen today” I replied feeling silly.

“Pikachu, Pika, chu,” ( If Ash doesn’t eat those waffles in five minutes check for the probe ) the small yellow mouse who was in the chair next to me said.

Both Misty me and Mr. Mime broke out laughing as we were the only ones who could understand him.

“What did I miss?” My mom, Delia, ask as she sat down with her food. Mr. Mime explained to her and she also broke out laughing.

“What did I miss?” Brock asked confused.

“Nothing,” we all said in unison.

Later that day I decided to go for a walk. We were back in Pallet Town and I remembered more then I thought I did. I was walking down the same road I had been five years ago when the spearow had attacked. I was almost to the lake where Misty and I met when I heard someone behind me.

“Hi Ash!” Misty yelled toward me as I turned around to see who had followed me.

“Hi Misty!” I yelled back. When she got closer I asked her if she remembered this place.

She thought a minute then replied, “This is where we met! And where you stole my bike…” she trailed off.

“You STILL remember that?” I asked a little surprised.

“Yeh. And you still owe me!” She started chasing me when and we ended by the shore where the lake was. It was only a small drop. Just about five feet. I don’t why she was yelling at me when I pushed her in. All I know is that when she got out and was fingering her mallet it was time to run.

In ran into the woods and when I got far enough, climbed a tree and waited. A little later I started to get worried. I slid down the tree and got wapped on the head by a mallet. She had hidden and was waiting for the opportunity to present itself.

“Ow! Why did you hit me so hard!” I yelled expecting an answer. She didn’t reply and was staring at something behind me. I slowly turned around at was knocked out.