Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any way shape or form. Creative criticism is welcomed at any time. Well since I love Pokemon, I decided to write this, and all the fanfares I've read so far were about people with ok attitudes, sometimes respectful people, barely ever anyone that's stuck-up. Usually they are just friends of the main people.

The sun began to rise, casting a glow onto the morning fog, with a slight yawn I gazed out of the passenger side window, absentmindedly rolling my Pokemon's poke-ball around. We've been traveling for nearly a week to get from Sinnoh to Hoenn and it still feels like we are not getting any closer.

Shutting my eyes I leaned back into the seat,"Why did we have to leave? I could've started my journey in Sinnoh."

With a sigh she answered in an agitated tone,"We've been over this before, honey. I got a job in Rustboro City and I don't want you to start your very first journey off without family nearby.

Once you finish this one then you will be able to do it on your own. Also you should be happy too, you get to start off with one Pokemon in a new region, beginning trainers would love to be in your shoes right now."

Well maybe if she let me do what I want then I wouldn't be traveling alone now would I?

"But what if we don't see each other anymore though?" I whined adding on a small huff just for an extra measure.

Immediately after uttering those words her face hardened into a fixed, angered gaze on the road ahead before saying in a rather calm, or shall I say," more like keep it up and all hell will break lose" tone. "Change happens and sooner or later you need to accept that. Understand?"

I sunk down in my seat and looked out of the window again with my arms tightly crossed over my chest, waking Shinzi up from her nap. If glares could kill then good riddance.

"Yes or no, answer my question."she growled, trying so hard not to get mad.

I quickly agreed with a loud huff, thinking it would make her shut up a lot faster. Well I was wrong, very wrong. Lets just say the rest of the ride to Rustboro was not all that pleasant.

Once we arrived at Rustboro we were quick to finding a parking spot, besides our little "do not even look at each other" war, which was actually kind of surprising.

"Ashley watch out for cars and go grab your box," she huffed, grabbing a gigantic box from the back of the car.

I didn't bother answering back. why should I anyway? Behind the car was a pretty busy street, a far cry from the towns I seen in Sinnoh, well the ones I visited were.

People in well dressed suits and kids, in all ages, waited at a walking sign and from the way they were acting they've been there for a while. I can't blame them, the road was packed. Once I finally decided to grab my box I headed into the apartment before I got into anymore trouble than I already was.

The apartment was pretty decent with the living room and the kitchen conjoined together with the bathroom on the right side of the apartment and our rooms on the left, mine right up the stairs while hers was on the bottom. Leaving the box on the kitchen counter I finally released all three of my Pokemon.

I have all the essential items I need for the trip, I just now need to go meet Professor Birch for my Pokedex.

My curtains were suddenly opened, letting out a strong stream of glistening sunlight. I didn't care who it was at the moment I was to tired to check who opened them. Other than that my Chimchar, who's named Max, was sprawled all out next to me, hogging most of my pillow. Grr much?

"Ashley, honey, you need to wake up. It's time for you to go," my mother whispered slightly nudging me. Barely opening my eyes I waived her off with an almost inaudible agreement and went back to sleep.

Nudging me again she threatened, "If you don't wake up then I guess I could always give away your Pokemon to a trainer that would just love to have them."

I immediately shot up out of bed giving her a hard glare, making her laugh in the process, shooed her out of the room and quickly got dressed. Are all mothers this way?

Do aspiring Pokemon masters actually have to wake up in the mornings? This is unbearable, waking up after 12 pm is more like it. Grabbing my egg-white, pull-over hoodie I headed straight downstairs to finally start things off, snatching Max out of his sleep, making him start protesting all the way.

Reaching the base of the stairs I hesitated s bit, my mom and I weren't that great on the speaking terms.

Walking into the room I was only greeted with the softness of her voice, but nothing more.

"Ashley, the Professor called me today, saying he will meet you on Route 116, just take a left once you reach the road, you'll be fine," my mom said not even bothering to look up from her breakfast she surprisingly made for the both of us. Well that's not bad at all. Less walking for me then.

I quickly walked near her and grabbed my belt off of the table, approaching the door, I slowly turned the handle before I briefly stopped. "Well. . . uhm. . . bye mom."

Her gaze didn't leave the plate, the only sound in the room was the setting of the table utensils. "Bye. .have a safe trip."

Well love you too.

Nothing else was said after that, that was my cue to go. I slung my backpack over one shoulder,grabbed a piece of toast, put on my belt and almost ran out of the door. Happy, yet sad, I was finally out of there. Closing the door behind me, a light easterly wind blowing, I finally took my first step without her!

"Chim?" Max popping out of my backpack, resting himself on my shoulder, gently nudged my cheek.

"Hah, quit it! Love you too," I said gently rubbing his head. Now i just need to get out of here.


Author: So, you like? Sorry if there's any mistakes, please point it out if there are any!