Eat first

With a small sigh, and the insistence of your stomach you nod at your mother. "Okay, breakfast first." You tell her. "But it's got to be a quick one, then I'm going to get my Pokemon."

Your mother leads you to the table where she's already set out two bowls of cereal, and you keep into the chair beginning to wolf down the food as quickly as possible.

"So have you decided which starter you want to go for?" Your mother asks you.

"I'm not certain yet." You reply, "I'm going to go on instinct when I see them."

"Well, if you want my advice is say go with Squirtle. That's the first Pokemon I picked."

You suddenly look at your mother in surprise, having never heard stories about her own Pokemon adventure. You're so surprised in fact that the next spoon doesn't go anywhere near your mouth, instead covering your jacket.

"Oh dear me Red," your mother says, suddenly rising. "You can't start an adventure with a dirty jacket, let me quickly wash that for you."

Before you can even argue your mother has stolen your jacket leaving you say alone at the table in your shorts and vest top. Part of you wants to stay to grill your mother about her journey, but then, you really want to get your first Pokemon too.