Hey, readers! I finished one of my other stories, leaving me extra space to start a new one. So, here it is! This is the first first-person fic I've done, so I hope it goes well.
-Prologue-
Team Galactic was my life. I was raised in it. It was all I knew.
Who am I? They called me Venus. I was a commander along with Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. I worked specifically along side Jupiter. She was like the older sister I never had. All of them were like my family, since I don't have a real one.
"Venus" had poofy yellow hair in two large pigtails and matching yellow eyes. Her face was covered in yellow makeup. She wore a white and black, short, long-sleeved one shoulder dress with the "Team Galactic" logo on it. The long sleeve was on her right arm. She also wore black fingerless gloves, silver tights, and white boots.
"Venus" was so special. She was amazing. I'm serious. She was all that and more. She was skilled and useful along with her Jynx and her Ditto. She was the only Team Galactic commander not to get arrested, that's how good she was.
The only thing is, she's not me. Ever since Team Galactic dismembered, I've been nothing. I'm not special. I rank lower than dirt. I'm a street rat, a con, and a pick-pocket. No one cares about me.
My real name is Selena, and I'm sixteen years old. I've straightened and trimmed my hair down til it reached the middle of my shoulder blades. I've also died it back to it's original color: black. My original eye color was yellow, so there was nothing to change, although I wish it would. Now I wear a maroon tank top with a poke-ball on it, a denim vest with frayed edges, a denim mini skirt with frayed edges, and dark brown cowboy-style boots.
I still have Ditto, and I still have Jynx. I need something for company.
We live in the alleyways of Jubilife City. We con people for money, and on slow days, we just swipe the wallets away from people's pockets. We've never been caught, not even once. Not quite something to brag about, is it? The way you steal is only impressive to low-lives, but I guess I am one, now.
There's some chic who makes her living street preforming with her two eevees. It's so lame. She's such a girl! She has long, wavy, light brown hair and amethyst eyes. She wears a think pink headband, a white tank top with sparkles on it, a pink scarf, a pleated pink mini skirt, and pink strap heals. One of her eevees has a pink bow on it! I can't stand her!
I've never actually met her, but I know one thing, my life didn't end when Team Galactic did. My life ended the day I met her.
-End of Prologue-