Number One: The Recruiting Saga
  As the alarm clock rang and I opened my eyes, I thought about what this day would bring me.
  I was twelve years old, and it was the second day of summer. At 8:00 sharp, I would go to the Viridian 
City Pokemon Center and retrieve my first Pokemon. Two other kids would be choosing as well, we would 
pick from a Bulbasaur, Squirtle, or Charmander. I didn’t know which I would choose just yet.
  I jumped off the bed and held my hand out as if a Poke Ball was in it.

  I threw the Poke Ball, and as it was flying, it opened and a white energy appeared with a green Pokemon 
coming out.
  “Go, Bulbasaur!” I was daydreaming now.
  “Saur!” He croaked as he came out.
  In the stadium, he jumped into the air. He smiled as he awaited a command.
  “Bulbasaur, use Razor Leaf!” I commanded.
  The sharp leaves shot out of Bulbasaur’s bulb and onto the field.

  “Hurry up, Tanner!” My mother screamed from downstairs.
  “Yes ma’am!” I answered.
  My mother had ruined my dream.
  I jumped to my drawer and picked out a shirt. It was plain black, except for the emblem on the middle 
back. It was a red hand, with its hand balled into a fist. It was inside a white box and under the fist was 
yellow stencil writing that said ‘P League’. I stood for the Pokemon League.
  I then put on a pair of baggy denim shorts. While slipping on my blue loafers, I had another daydream.

  “Go Squirtle!” I threw my Poke Ball.
  I was in the forest and the blue turtle Pokemon was in front of me. I had encountered a wild Pokemon.
  “Go get it with Bubble!” I commanded.
  “Squirtle, irt!” Squirtle answered.
  The water Pokemon jumped into action and fired the fatal bubbles from his mouth.

 “I’m serious, Tanner! Hurry up; you won’t get a Pokemon if you don’t hurry!” My mother screamed once 
again.
  She had ruined my daydream for the second time.
  After I put on a hat that matched my shirt, I headed to my backpack. I had packed a lot of chips and 
peanuts, along with some bottles of water. There were also cans of diced peaches, and a few forks. Food 
was going to be hard to come by on my Pokemon journey.
  With all clothes and backpack on, I had yet another attack from the perilous daydream.

  I was in a volcano, lava all around me. Then, a huge wave of lava came towards me.
  “Go, Charmander!” I held out my Poke Ball and let my fire lizard Pokemon out.
  “Char, char!” He said in a light voice.
  “Quick, use Fire Spin to push the lava out!” I ordered.
  Charmander shot the fire from his mouth, and it began to form in a tornado of fire. The tornado caught the 
lava and spun it all around until it just fell back to the hole.

  “It’s already 7:45!” Dad yelled from the kitchen.
  “I know.” I yelled back.
  I knew that I was going to be late, I knew that my parents were fed up with my lollygagging, but most of 
all: I knew that I wanted to pick Charmander for my first Pokemon.