(Sorry! I'll try not to do it again)

Awakening in the morning to the buzzing of my alarm clock, I groaned and turned over to my side, attempting to muffle the blaring noise by shoving my head under the covers to no avail. Moaning and cursing under my breath, I stumbled out of bed, Stretching out my back, I saw a small head peek out of the covers, yawning and exposing a small pink mouth. I couldn't help but break a smile at the sight, and I laughed under my breath as he hopped out of bed beside me, fur sticking out in all different angles. I pulled off my boxers, nabbing a new pair from my closet and stuffing them on, grabbing a light grey shirt with one hand. I pulled the shirt over my head, pulling my head through the hole and dragging a pair of jeans messily from my drawer. I put the jeans on and went into my bathroom.

Looking at the mirror, my eyes widened in shock at my hair. It was going every which way, and I tried unsuccessfully to smooth it down with water. Spark walked in behind me, and I absentmindedly put my hand on his head to rub it. He shocked me and I withdrew my hand with surprise at the jolt, looking down at him for a second before looking back into the mirror. I grinned at the reflection. The little elekid's shock had spiked my hair up a little more than usual with static electricity, and it fixed the problem of bedhead. I ambled out of my bathroom and back into my room, flopping onto my bed and burying my face in the blue covers.

"Jaaakke! Are you packed?" my little sister Emma came hurtling into my bedroom, her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She skidded to a stop in front of my bed, and I sat up, picking her up and spinning her around until she was the one sitting on the bed and I was standing up. I sloppily threw a pair of black jeans, a light blue t-shirt, an extra pair of boxers and socks, and my favorite navy hoodie with a white charizard emblazoned on the back. I also packed the things on my bedside table that I had set out the previous night: 2 antidotes, a paralyze heal, 2 awakenings, 1 burn heal, 3 potions, and my slim leather wallet containing 2000 pokedollars. Turning to Emma, I answered her question. "I am now," I said with a grin, and her 11 year old face lit up before the realization that I was leaving hit her and she seemed to wilt. I pulled her close to me for a hug, picking her skinny body up and grabbing my backpack. I managed to make it down the stairs before I had to set her down. Quickly, I grabbed a strip of bacon from the rack on the counter and wolfed it down before heading outside, Emma close behind.

Out in front of my house my parents waited with their pokemon. "Good luck, sweetie. Hope you have lots of fun on your journey," my mom said, tears glistening at the edge of her green eyes. I hugged her, then turned towards my father. No words were needed in our communication, I simply held him close and tried to hide the tears that almost came, blinking away the hot drips that were so close from spilling out. When out embrace ended, I looked into his eyes. In them I saw pride and sadness, happiness, and calm. Turning out to the route I was to be taking, I saw the girl with the caterpie watching from behind a tree.