Tom woke up, yawning, and looked at the clock beside his bed.

7:30 a.m., Saturday.

He got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a red shirt. He noticed that it was much more quiet, in fact, not a sound, besides the ones he made. He went downstairs to see what was going down, when his friends and family jumped out at him from various places.

“Happy Birthday Tommy!” They yelled. He jumped back for a second, and then smiled. He was turning seven today, and it was going to be a good one.

It was past the games and cake, and now the presents. He opened one by one, and after all five presents were opened–by the way, the gifts were: a model airplane, a small basket, a blanket, a ball, and two-hundred fifteen dollars– his dad came up to him.

(Tom’s Point of View)

“Son, there’s one last thing I need to give you, one you’ll appreciate,” My dad said.

“What is it Daddy?” I wondered. It had been a good one so far, what could make it better than this?

“Here you are, Tom,” He finished as he pulled something out that made me want to jump. It was a Poke Ball.

“Go ahead, see what Pokemon it is,” He suggested.

I took the Poke Ball and tossed it slightly before, like those trainers on TV that I see, and it opened up to reveal a Pokemon I had never seen before. It was small, about up to my knee. It had a green helmet that covered the eyes, and two horns protruded the helmet. It had a small mouth and small arms two. I couldn’t tell if it had legs because I couldn’t see any.

“Do you like it…?” My daddy asked me.

“What is it?” I answered.

“A Ralts. It can sense emotions of other people, it could tell if you were sad, mad, or happy quickly. And it’s your birthday present,” He finished, bending over to me and ruffled my hair with his hand.

“R-really? You serious dad? YES! Thank you daddy, thank you! I’m going to name it… Is it a guy or girl…?” I inquired.

“It’s a girl,” My dad answered.

“Okay then… I’m going to name it Sarah.”

––––The Next day–––

Tom was woken up by his alarm clock, and it was eight o’ clock, Sunday. He yawned as he sat up, and noticed that Sarah was sleeping at the foot of his bed. He smiled at his new Pokemon. He got up, and put a polo shirt and a pair of jeans on. As he was heading downstairs, he felt a tug on his pants and looked down, to see Sarah facing him, smiling. Tom picked her up and went downstairs.

Tom’s Point of View

“Hey Mommy, and Daddy. Good Morning!” I spoke, and Sarah chirped up at the sound of my voice.

“Ralts! Ral Ralts!” It smiled so, and I smiled too when I sat down.

“Hey, bubba, want some eggs and bacon?” My mom asked. I set down my Ralts and nodded.

“Can Sarah have some too?” I asked, and she started jumping up and down. My mom looked thoughtful for a second, and then nodded. She grabbed a bowl and put a small piece of bacon and a small chunk of eggs in it, then set it near my feet. Sarah squealed a little out of surprise and started to pull a little piece from the eggs and put it in her mouth, and for a second, I could feel something touch my mind, and even though I wasn’t eating anything, I could taste my mom’s eggs, and was feeling very happy for a split second. What the… What just happened? I’m not eating, but I could taste eggs, I was as if I was Sarah… I thought for a second. I looked down at her, and Sarah was looking back at me. Her head tilted to the side, and I guessed that meant that she had indeed linked our minds together, if not momentarily. I saw my food was placed in front of me, with a glass of MooMoo Milk, from the Johto region.

Sarah’s Point of View

I woke up at the feeling of happy thoughts, and knew it was my owner. I woke up and noticed he was leaving the room, so I climbed out my bed—which is what they call a basket—and followed him as quick as possible. I ran over to him before he went down to what they call stairs. I tugged an article of his clothing and ‘looked’ up at him. I could tell he was smiling and he picked me up to bring me down those ‘stairs’.

He spoke something I couldn’t understand--maybe a greeting--, but it made me excited.

“Hello everybody!” I said with exuberance, and smiled, and he did the same. He set me down and spoke the way they speak, and soon, I get some food set down in a weird shaped thing in front of me! I squealed I was so happy! I took a small chunk from it and put in my mouth. I was in total shock it was so good, and for a split second, I felt a small part of confusion hit me as I kind of… Reached out, or so it felt like, and a ‘What…?’ entered my mind that wasn’t my own. I hadn’t known what happened, and I felt a gaze, it was my owner’s, and that was where the confusion was from! I ‘looked’ up at him and smiled, and took another piece was taken from the tasty treat in front of me and started to chew it…

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, and if you feel I have vaguely described you, then I do not mean to.