I know I shouldn't be making another story, but screw that! Anyway, I know I say this a lot, but this story also came in a dream of mine. Even though I woke up in the middle of it, I know where to go on from there. Hope you like it!

I sat in the darkness of my room. The only light that was in the room came from the lamp on the desk I was working at. It was noon, bright and sunny like always in these woods, but I had the curtains over the window. We, by that I mean me and my family, live in the middle of the woods, and it is the beginning of summer vacation so no more getting up at five in the morning to go to the six o'clock bus stop. The pencil in my hand worked craftily over the now darkened paper. I looked around my room at the drawings I have worked so hard on. On one side of the blue painted wall, was a picture of a yellow, brown looking mouse, with yellow cheeks and a long, black, thin tail with a lightning shaped end. Under the creature, were the words: PichuPichu: Raichu.

Right by this picture stood a monstrous being, four legs, but it stood on two. It looked like it had hands. It was dark blue, and looked like it had fins. Under the creature, were the words: Swampy: Swampert. I smiled. I then moved my blonde hair from the front of my face. Around the room were many creatures like the other two, but one caught my eye, as it always did. This one, with PichuPichu, was my favorite drawing. A tall, enormous being. Four legs, each a good distance apart from each other. It had silver, dark blue and sky blue skin. The best part was the middle of its chest. It held a large diamond in the middle, and I was proud that I caught the diamond to match the beings eyes. I looked under the creature, and the words said: Dimundo: Dialga.

I smiled. Dimundo and PichuPichu were always my favorite. I then snapped out of thinking and went back to drawing. I was working on a new creature. Oh, let's drop the creature act. I was working on a new pokemon. I knew it would never happen, but I thought if I could make a new being, I might be able to send it to where pokemon are made into games, and make this pokemon real. My little brother and sister tease me because I'm fourteen and still love pokemon. Although my sister is ten and my brother is six, they still think a girl my age shouldn't like this stuff, much less love it.

I looked at the paper and put the finishing touches on the pokemon. I put my pencil down, and picked up the piece of paper. I held it in the light of the lamp, and smiled. The pokemon was small, and looked much like a Vulpix, but it had three, ice blue, tails. On its forehead was a white snowflake. It had coal like eyes, and its fur was the color of a Glaceon's ears, but it's under belly was the color of its tails.

I looked at the desk and saw another creature. Its evolution. I actually was just making this one, but the pre-evolution came to me. The evolution looked like a fox, with three tails, but it was white, had a blue snowflake on its forehead, and still had coal like eyes. Under the small pokemon, I wrote the words: Icic. On the evolution, I wrote the words: Blicic.

I stood up and stretched my legs. I walked out of the room, and down the hall, towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom, and noticed my door was open, and the lights were on. I heard giggling and shushing. I slowly walked to the room, and slowly opened the door. I gasped. My little brother was on my desk, colored pencils in his hands. He was coloring on Icic. I looked at the floor to see my blonde haired sister, colored pencils in her hands, and coloring on Blicic. They were both giggling and laughing. My sister then noticed me, and smiled at me. She said, "Oh, hi, Katherine. What's up?"

My mouth hung open, and I heard my brother say, "Katherine, we're coloring." They both then laughed. Then, I lost it. I had worked days on these two pictures, and now…now they were ruined! I made fists and yelled, "You little brats! What do you think you're doing?!" They then ran passed me, knowing I was about to go crazy on them. They ran down the hall, screaming, "Mommy, Daddy!" I ran after them, screaming, "I'm going to kill you!"

They ran into the kitchen, where my parents were cleaning dishes. They clung to them and started screaming, "Katherine's going to kill us! Katherine's going to kill us!" I ran into the kitchen and said, "You're darn right I am!" My mom looked at me with her hazel eyes and asked, "Katherine, what are you doing?!" I looked at her and said, "They went into my room, took my pencils, and ruined my drawings!" My father looked at me with his ice blue eyes behind his glasses and asked, "Katherine, do they really matter?" I looked at him and yelled, "Yeah they do! I've told you guys for weeks I was going to send in my drawings and to please keep them out!"

My mom shook her head and said, "Katherine, they're just drawings. You can make more." I frowned and said, "But…" "Your mom is right, Katherine," my dad said, "You can make more." Furry building up inside of me, I yelled, "So, you're not going to punish them or say anything to them for ruining the days of hard work I put into those pictures?!" My mom sighed and looked at my siblings. She said, "Caroline, Caleb, tell Katherine you're sorry." They snickered and said, sarcastically, "Sorry, Katherine." I looked at my parents, giving them an 'I'm suppose to accept this' look. They shrugged their shoulders.

I felt my eyes grow watery and they started to burn. I yelled, "You never punish them! You always take their sides! You always punish me, yell at me when I accidentally ruin something of theirs, and you blame me for things they do! I'm sick of it!" My mom said, "Katherine, I think you're overreacting." She always said this to me. I yelled, "Why don't you ever give them the same punishments as me?! Who cares if I'm the oldest?!" My dad looked at me and said, "Katherine, I think you need to calm down." I looked at him and yelled, "That's the best thing you've said all day. I'm going to the tree house! And I'm taking my art things with me!"

I ran to my room, grabbed my pictures, and my art supplies, and stormed out the door that led to the back woods. A few years ago, my dad and I made a tree house in a tall tree. It was hard work, but we got it. My brother and sister never liked it, but I always loved it. I ran to the woods, careful not to fall in the mud. It rained the day before, and I guessed it never dried up. I made it to the ladder, and hooked my art stuff to my pants. I did this because I was always coming here. When I finally reached the tree house, I climbed in and sat down. I spread my art supplies around me. I looked at Icic and Blicic. Tears fell from my face onto the pictures. They were smudged with dark colors and you couldn't really tell what they were any more. I continued to cry.

I said, "They don't understand. They don't understand. These guys are my friends." Truth was, I didn't have many friends. My best friend, the closest person to humanity around here, moved away before summer started, so I was alone. I had friends at school, but that was where I could only see them. At school.

I then felt a strong gust of wind enter the room, and I looked out the window. It had gotten dark very quickly. I knew it was going to rain soon. Soon enough, it did. Then, lightning struck the tree house, breaking the roof, and entering the room. I ran to a corner and screamed. Wind blew, and I expected to die. I then felt something poke my leg. I opened my eyes, slowly. I screamed. I stuttered, "You're…you're…" I looked at a blank sheet of paper, but it wasn't blank. On the very bottom, were the words: PichuPichu: Raichu. The picture was gone! I looked up, and saw PichuPichu, staring at me, smiling.

What's going on? How's PichuPichu here if he was in a drawing? What's going to happen to me? R&R plez.