It was a calm and peaceful day when Tom Whitney arrived at the town of Anchore, ready to start on his journey to become a Pokemon trainer, and maybe someday be a Pokemon researcher like Professor Oak or Idaho. He was nervous and anxious as he entered the lab.
Irvin Whitney? called Professor Aaron.
Im, uh, here, he answered cautiously. And you can just call me Tom.
Well Tom, who do you want as your first Pokemon?
I dunno, just surprise me.
Professor Aaron turned around and picked up a tray of Pokeballs.
All right, here you go. Just pick one and send it out.
Here goes nothing, Tom said almost reluctantly.
Tom closed his eyes and picked one up. He threw it forward. Then he watched the light escape from the ball and start to form a Pokemon
Irvin Whitney? called Professor Aaron.
Im, uh, here, he answered cautiously. And you can just call me Tom.
Well Tom, who do you want as your first Pokemon?
I dunno, just surprise me.
Professor Aaron turned around and picked up a tray of Pokeballs.
All right, here you go. Just pick one and send it out.
Here goes nothing, Tom said almost reluctantly.
Tom closed his eyes and picked one up. He threw it forward. Then he watched the light escape from the ball and start to form a Pokemon
