Zach waked up to the proffesor's laboratory. Because of new rules, trainers had to be 15 to get a Pokemon from the proffesor. Zach himself was 15. He had dark black hair, brown eyes, and white skin. He was wearing a white shirt with a black unzipped hoddie and jeans.
He walked in to find a table and two pokeballs on it. At the other side of the table stood proffesor oak.
"Why hello there!" Proffesor oak said. "You want a Pokemon, I assume?"
"Yeah!" Zach said, looking at the table. "Aren't there 3 Pokemon?" He asked.
"There were." The proffesor said. "But one trainer already took the charmander. You can choose between bulbasaur and squrtle."
Zach looked at the two pokwballd before him.
"Can I have bulbasaur?" Zach asked.
"Yes, certainly." He said, handing Zach the ball containing bulbasaur.
Just then another trainer walked in.
He walked in to find a table and two pokeballs on it. At the other side of the table stood proffesor oak.
"Why hello there!" Proffesor oak said. "You want a Pokemon, I assume?"
"Yeah!" Zach said, looking at the table. "Aren't there 3 Pokemon?" He asked.
"There were." The proffesor said. "But one trainer already took the charmander. You can choose between bulbasaur and squrtle."
Zach looked at the two pokwballd before him.
"Can I have bulbasaur?" Zach asked.
"Yes, certainly." He said, handing Zach the ball containing bulbasaur.
Just then another trainer walked in.