I'm a Spinarak. That probably made you not want to read this or made you want to go "Eeew! Kill it mummy, kill it!". Please do. Read this, I mean, not cry "Kill it mummy, kill it!". I don't want to die.
I'm very proud of the fact that I'm not dead, I'm very much alive, and thats not just because I'm a Pokemon with a Pokèball.
I want to be captured, you know. Not by a Trainer though. By a Coordinator. I love making pretty things using my attacks. My mum doesn't like me doing that, though. She says I should "Grow up and have lot's of little itsy baby's, enough for you to have a full tummy every day. Remember though, keep the first ten baby's to live"
I'm an 11th baby. That's a reason I'm so eager to get captured. My mum let me live because she thought I was really strong and healthy, but she's going to eat me soon because she doesn't want me making pretty things any more. I don't really care. My brothers and sisters don't like me living, so they make life a misery for me. That's yet another reason. Wow, I have three reasons now.
Anyway, at the moment I'm sitting on a wall, spitting silk into the air, before shotting little beams of poison into the silk. The silk covers it up, before melting. I then do what I call Shadowy Slam (Shadow Sneak), jumping into the air and slamming the poison beam thingys, which break into little pieces and those pieces sprinkle down glittering and covered by a dark aurora thing. I like practicing and creating new ways to create pretty things.
Oh! Yay! Two girls are walking down the street. They both have Pokèbelt's, the taller girl with four Pokèball's, the other with two and an Igglypuff bouncing along behind her.
"Hey Sarah, what do you thing of that top?" The shorter one said. She had brown hair and cloudy grey eyes. Her hair was long and curly, while the other (Taller) one had short blond hair with a green streak. She had bright green eyes, freckles, and she wore shorts and a T-shirt. The brown-haired one wore a little mini-skirt and a grey Sweater. Dumb cloths to wear in summer, especially at Hoenn.
I realize that they are shopping, as they are both carrying bags. They look heavy. "Sarah? Wakey Wakey!" The shorter girl said, waving a hand in front of the other girl, Sarah. Sarah was staring at my Poison Beam thingys, which were still glittering in the sunlight. Some had already reached the ground and were melting into glittery goo. As I realize this, I shot silk to cover up the goo. I had learned to do that one summer, when someone stepped in it. A scary Pokemon had turned up and carried the lady away. The lady had been screaming the whole time. Her shoe had fallen off and you could she the flesh on her foot being eaten away.
That made Sarah look up at me, and for amoment our eyes locked together. Her eyes were filled with pain and understanding for me. I felt warmth flood me from head to toe, and for a minute I thought I had found my Coordinator.
"Oh yes! That top would be perfect with your long skirt! You know, that cream one, with the white swirls?" Sarah gasped. "And look! They have a top with a Spinarak on it! You love Bug-type! It'd be a dream if you wore it with your green shorts during the contest." The girl gushed back at Sarah. "Umm, Jamie-Lee? Remembor, I need another bug-type to take part." "Oh, right" Said Jamie-Lee. Giggling, the girls walked down the street, going into the shops now-and-then. The last I saw them, they had gained two bags each, to the amount of three bags each.
I saddly watched them leave, before settling down to sleep on the wall, just in cause Sarah came back in the night.
She did.
