It started like it always does, Professor Juniper droning on about every dreary little thing her Minccino does.
There will come a day when we will be required to write a paper on its droppings, I swear. Anyway, somewhere amongst all that drivel, I fell asleep and was mercifully saved from the tedium. I wanted to be out in the fields chasing Pokemon of my own.
Leaving the class at the end of the day, I received a note from the professor, advising me that my grades had earned a Special Project Advisory. At last, all that after school-study and
pestering observing other trainers from afar had paid off, even if I appeared uninterested in classes.
The next morning I was rudely awoken by an intruder in my bedroom - Cheren, the one who thinks he is my best friend, but is really just riding on my coat tails and sucking up to the professor.
He rambled on for quite some time while I had breakfast, then Bianca turned up, late and flustered as per usual for her, then we approached the
gift-wrapped box Special Project that Professor Juniper had delivered earlier in the morning.
We examined the three Pokemon and began our deliberations;
{{Well, guys, what is your vote? Ground-type Tympole; Grass-type Turtwig; or Fighting-type Oshawatt? Also suggest a name if you want, I'm open to suggestions. The colour backgrounds for each Pokemon are actually still representing the original Pokemon, not the one displayed.}}