[ WP ] It 's your tenth birthday and you 're finally old enough to get your first Pokémon . On your way to Professor Oak 's lab , and owl flies by and drops a letter into your hands . It 's from Hogwarts . You read the letter and realize you have a very difficult decision to make .

A single tear drops on the page. I squeeze the letter I never thought I'd get. I shoved it in the interior pocket and pressed on to the lab. I was already late you see as my mother does n't make sure my alarm goes off or if I've even set it. 
 
 I'm 45 minutes behind everyone else, and Oak makes me stay behind and watch his recorded orientation. I'm finally done watching and come out to find that jerk Gary about to choose his pokemon. 
 
 Predictable. I'm a few minutes late and Gary gets the last pokemon. Oh well, off to Hogwarts I go. Except, Professor Oak had one all along. A feisty little yellow ball of spark. Sparky? No, no nicknames. 
 
 Little did Oak know, I was planning to escape this militant lifestyle. I would take the train to wizarding school and now I'd have my pikachu too! 
 
 I'd be the only one there with a special electric friend. I'd come come to catch them all during my breaks from school. Did I ever need those breaks from school. Destroying all evil and dealing with the prejudice wizards was almost too much to bare. 
 
 Now, I'm in the best position I could've ever imagined. I'm on a journey with a few short creatures so similar to humans, and wizard whose powers rivaled Dumbledore's, and I've had the best wizard education and a pack of pocket monsters to boot! That piece of jewelry does n't stand a chance!
