Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of its merchandise, games, TV shows, etc.
Copyright: These are my own ideas and are NOT to be used by anyone for whatever reason.
Warning: This story can get pretty emo. Alcohol, abuse, SELF-abuse, etc. is included.
Chapter One: Swing Life Away
The sweet smell of early spring swept through the small town, rustling leaves and newly sprouting flora all around. There was a peaceful silence that always hung over Pallet Town around this particular time of year. There were no paved roads, so the footsteps of passersby could barely be heard. Very few people came to this town except for the one day of the year that young trainers flocked to receive their very first pokemon. This wasn't that time of year, so it remained quiet.
On the side of the dusty road headed towards Viridian City, where the houses began to stretch further and further apart from one another until it was nothing but wooded path, there was a small house. It could hardly even be considered a house compared with the rest of Kanto's cities and towns. Some might even call it a prison, a holding cell for those lower-than-minimum-wage people with no escape. The front porch, as small and uninteresting as it was, had an old wooden swing that hung by a set of iron chains.
A young girl sat there on the swing, an acoustic guitar in her lap and a pick in hand. She'd always come out here on the porch on those lonely spring days and just play her guitar until the sun disappeared behind the trees. No one ever visited and she had no siblings, so the best way she could cope was to bring out her hand-me-down guitar and play a little something. She wasn't ever playing for anyone in particular, just playing. It was never even a song anyone knew - it came from the top of her head and she just played it as it came to her.
Her companion for life always came outside with her and sat on the steps - her Totodile whom she named Sage. She wasn't sure why she chose the name at the time she found the pokemon, but it seemed to fit better than those cutesy names like Bubbles or Blueberry.
Yes, she did find Sage. She didn't catch him, or get him from Professor Oak. The little blue crocodile was wandering around away from its nest. It was too young to be off on its own, but obviously old enough to function enough to survive. He wasn't even scared when he was suddenly approached by this foreign two-legged species. He happily came home with the girl and they have been best friends ever since.
The old swing, it was the only way to escape the stress of poverty and the aching loneliness that the girl had to endure every day of her life. She could move, yes, but where would her mother get the money to buy a new and better house? It wasn't like her mother didn't have drinking and anger issues, or that she could actually take care of herself. It was a tough and somewhat confusing situation that the girl would rather not try and explain to people.
The acoustic guitar that she always brought out on the porch with her every day was the only other friend she had. Those who appreciate music would know that the best feeling in the world is the power to create music with your own hands. It's an almost unearthly thing, pure magic. You could play your emotions on an instrument; you could play your whole life if you wanted to. The deep, earthy tones were picked up by the gentle spring breeze and carried throughout the town. It was as sad and lonely as the people themselves.
"Someday we'll find something better" the girl would always tell Sage. But the pokemon didn't seem to care about living conditions. The only things that existed in his world were his best friend, the acoustic guitar, and the old wooden swing.
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor, I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away
Swing life away...
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(A/N: ) So there's my first chapter. Yes, every chapter I think will be based on a song. I like music, and I do actually play guitar, so this might work well for my storyline. Actually, to tell you the truth, there is no storyline. At least, not one that I've thought of. I'm typing it as it comes to my head and hoping it turns out well. Alright, enough of the ranting. Please review, flame, criticize, judge, or whatever else it takes to let me know how well or poorly I did.