POV: Jenny

You know that feeling, when you're writing a story and you don't know how to begin it because it's so incredibly confusing and screwed up? Well, I'm writing a story of my life, and I don't know how to begin it because my life's been so incredibly confusing and screwed up.

So, in a basic summary of my life, you can say that when you start off your journey by yelling at your mom, saying that you never want to see her again, falling out your window while trying to stealthily escape your parents, breaking into a prestigious professor's lab, and ending up tripping and setting of an alarm, falling out another window and ending up with a Pokémon you have a phobia of, you know that your life has gone bad.

I heard that you have to start a story by hooking your reader, so, have I hooked you? Well, even if I didn't, you better read it anyway, or I will find where you live and stab you. No, I don't have occasional violent urges at all.

"Mom, do I have to be an Officer?" I begged, although my words were whiny, there was a hint of fear and desperation in my voice, which I wished would go away. My mom sighed in a half understanding, half exasperated way.

"Jenny, you know it's customary for the daughter of an Officer Jenny to become an Officer. If we lived in a smaller town, then it would be okay if you weren't a Jenny, but you're the daughter of the Official Officer Jenny of the Asari Region! Added to the fact that you're my only daughter, you have to become an Officer!" my mother explained again, firmer than the last time. My crimson eyes stretched wide with desperation and anxiety.

"B-but, Mom!" I persisted, voice dwindling in volume as I realized this fight was won by my mother. "I would make a terrible Officer! I have absolutely zero coordination, I freeze up whenever something's in danger, I couldn't protect my lunch money, and I have a phobia of Growlithe and Arcanine and every other Fire-type!" I tried to put strength in my words, but my voice was still feeble. Mom's identical scarlet eyes softened a bit, although still holding the fierceness of an Officer.

"Honey, I'm sure everything will be just fine once you start the training program," she said in a motherly tone. She pulled me into a hug, the badges on her uniform cold against my pale skin, I almost gave up as she embraced me.

Almost.

I remembered how I dreamed to become a Top Coordinator. How I would sit daydreaming for hours, planning different appeals. How I would stare at the TV in admiration of those Coordinators who had achieved my own goal. The fiery passion burned again, brighter, fiercer and hotter than before. Summoning all my strength (which wasn't a lot) I pushed away from my mom. I knew she was strong enough to prevent me from breaking free, but she let go of me willingly.

"No, it won't be just fine! I'm not going to become a stupid Officer, and I'm going to go on my own journey, and I'm going to become a Top Coordinator, and you can't stop me!" I screamed, my eyes narrowed with anger, and tears of fury rolling down my pale face. My lips were pressed close to each other, a quivering pout set on them.

"Jenny, I..." my mom began but I cut her off, something I had never done before. I felt slightly guilty for snapping at Mom, but when I start yelling, I can't stop until all my feelings are let loose.

"I never wanted to become an Officer! I hate my family name! I'll never be an Officer!" All traces of motherly love was gone. Her eyes hardened into rubies. She was no longer Mom, she was now Officer Jenny.

"That's it, Jennifer," she said. using my full name and the same voice as what she used when criminals were brought to justice. "You are grounded." But to me, it was the same as, "You are arrested"

I clomped up the stairs, head hung low, tripping with each step as I slipped on drops of tears. I half hoped to hear my mom's voice calling me back, telling me that maybe she was a little harsh, but no such luck. Eventually I made it to my room and threw myself onto the pink Beautifly-print bedspread. I sobbed into my pillow and eventually the shaking gradually decreased in magnitude, before ceasing altogether. The tears kept flowing though, in a gentle current, until my pillow was soaked. After the river of tears ran dry, I flipped over on my side to stare at my clock, the neon-red numbers hurting my red and puffy eyes. It read ten-thirty, which was longer than I had ever stayed up. I didn't feel tired though. Turning once again to lay on my back, I considered my options.

One, I could just do what my mom said, and become an Officer Jenny, start my Officer training at the Mt. Silver training facility tomorrow as scheduled, and live my life as I should.

Two, I could just run away from it all, and become the Top Coordinator I dreamed of being.

Three, I could go eat popcorn (Hey, you try not being hungry after throwing a tantrum like that).

I considered my options, thrust myself up from my bed, my skinny arms still shaking slightly, and took a few deep breaths. It was obvious what I would do.

After I got some popcorn, I pulled out a dark rose colored drawstring bag, and quickly went through my closet, pulling out the outfit that I had spent hours deciding on. It was the outfit I had bought for my journey. I grabbed a scrap of paper from my desk and began writing...

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry to do this but I have to. Bye. I love you. Really. Make sure to tell Leah and Kate and Nat that I left.

Luv, Jenny.

I dropped the scrap of paper and it fluttered to the bed. I stared at the paper for a second, then looked around at my room, savoring the posters of Top Coordinators, the giant stuffed Teddiursa that had once been my best friend, my purple walls with roses on them. I knew that I wouldn't see them for a long, long time. I then stopped in front of my mirror.

I looked almost exactly like a Jenny, with cerulean blue hair pinned up, a stubborn strand of hair persisting on staying loose, zigzagging across my face like a blue bolt of lightning. Crimson eyes stared back at me. My pale skin was illuminated by the light of the near-full moon streaming through my window. I looked at my old self once more, before sighing. I took the pin out of my hair, shook it out, before putting on my outfit.

I looked in the mirror again. I was like a whole new person. Electric blue hair cascaded down my back, wavy, after having been put up for so long. I wore a silky black T-shirt with a white rose imprinted in the bottom corner, a dark rose skirt with black leggings and white high-top sneakers. I put on a white belt, which I clipped five empty Pokéballs onto. Slinging my bag over my shoulders, which I had stuffed with the bit of money I had, the food I had cached in my room (That mostly consisted of chocolate), a few changes of clothes, my stuffed Skitty named Jingle, and a few other coordinator necessities, I cast another glance at my room, knowing it would be my last for a long, long time.

I opened my window, since that's how they do it in the movies. And, of course, you should always listen to what the movies tell you. The near-full moon provided good light, and I easily found the black branch of the tree outside my window. I grabbed it and held on as I jumped out my window.

Not my best idea.

Splinters dug into my palms, and I wish I included gloves in my outfit. I was swinging for dear life, and then, the branch cracked, and I fell two stories, and landed on my back. I froze, holding in a gasp of pain as I saw lights flicker on in the house. Picking myself up, I ran for cover. Hiding behind a bush, I watched the house anxiously until the light eventually turned off. I breathed a sigh of relief before looking for my destination: Professor Palm's lab.

I already had everything planned out. I would get a Totodile as a starter, because they were super cute, and they weren't a Fire-Type. Then I would travel around Asari and do contests and become Top Coordinator. Haha, yeah right... Well, I guess things sort-of turned out that way. Of course, I didn't expect the hell of a lot of twists involved, but...

Professor Palm's lab would be difficult to get into, she had a security that rivaled Professor Oak's, since she was such a famous professor. It was a simple building, but its simplicity hid its complexity, so since I knew my plan would fail from any approach, I decided to take the most straight-forward path.

I rung the doorbell.

Now that I look back, that might have been the stupidest decision ever, but somehow it worked. I saw a light turn on, and quickly ran away, as if it were a simple game of 'Ding-Dong-Ditch', except it wasn't. It was a simple game of breaking into a prestigious Professor's lab and stealing a Pokémon. Yeah, very simple. I went to the window and broke the glass with a stone I picked up, then quickly ran through the dark.

One problem, I have the worst coordination ever. Kinda funny considering I wanted to be a Coordinator.

Within my first five steps, I tripped. I heard the alarms going off and I had to hurry. I kept running, tripping, occasionally crashing into walls, and, at one point, almost falling out a window. After seven wrong turns and almost getting caught by the security, I found the door to the lab where all the Pokémon were stored. The problem was, people were guarding it.

Of course.

Turn back, turn back! My inner conscious yelled at me. Those people were buff monsters, and they could easily grab me if I tried to break in. I considered my options.

One, I could turn away like my self conscious said, but since I'm not taking advice from a scaredy-cat, that wasn't an option.

Two, I could barge through them and try to take a Pokémon, but since they probably had the strength to snap my arm, that wasn't an option either.

That left me with my final option: improvisation.

"Yena!" I yelled, in a perfect imitation of a Mightyena. I faked a menacing growl, and a few howls. I saw the guards stiffen. I imitated a louder growl, and a terrifying snarl. The guards looked kind of nervous, so I decided to take a step up.

"Krow!" I screeched in a false Honchkrow call. I then added more assorted Mightyena and Houndoom calls, and then, with sweaty palms, the guards fled, calling for security. Huh, maybe I should have tried my chances with barging in.

I grinned to myself. It was a skill I picked up when I was seven, the ability to imitate Dark Pokémon calls. Well, I guess it's kinda ironic, that I picked up Dark-Pokémon calls, when I was afraid of Dark Pokémon but... yeah, life's full of quirks. I was just watching the Pokémon Channel, when I imitated an Absol howl so well, my mom called the police force to see if there was a rogue Absol in our house, and they spent seven hours trying to find the culprit, before realizing it was me. Ha. Losers.

I entered the room, and found three PokéBalls sitting in a triangle shape. I was trying to read the names next to them in the dim light (And failing), when I heard the foot-steps of several more people.

So I grabbed the nearest PokéBall and fled, finally finding a window. I shattered that one too with my fists (Yes, I am that bad-ass) and jumped out of it, hot tears coming to eyes that were already blood-shot from crying (Okay, maybe not), from the glass splinters that dug into my skin. I ignored it and ran. Once I was far away enough, I took several deep breaths.

I noticed I was at the entrance of my hometown. The entrance was on a hill over looking the small village of which the only lights came from the red alarm lights of the Professor's lab, and a few other random houses. I looked at the sign next to me, which read 'Welcome to Halley Village!' I smiled and said softly.

"No, I think you mean good-bye, Halley Village," I said, smiling. "Hello my new life!"

Co-written with Woopa.

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