Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. Even though I love it. Plz be nice, I've never written a game fan fiction.
Hello.
My name is Jemma.
I live in the Kalos region with my uncle Hector.
I'm 12 and he still hasn't let me start my journey. I don't blame him, the doctor who works for professor Sycamore hasn't finished the project yet.
I can't go anywhere until that stupid project is finished.
Screw fate.
When I was four my parents were taking me home from school when some idiot was driving recklessly, he hit the side of the car and we crashed into a brick wall at about 40mph, my parents died, and it fractured both my legs. I was rushed to the hospital, but my legs didn't heal properly and now I can't walk, at least not without crutches.
My uncle is worried that I'll get hurt without him.
But that doesn't stop me form wanting it.
I've already decided that when the doctor finishes and I can finally go I am going to pick Fenekin.
I hear footsteps running up the stairs, they come closer until my door is thrown open. It's Hector.
"Jemma, The Doctor finished the project!"
Sorry It was short, I'm coming up with this off the top of my head, if anyone is reading this I LOVE YOU!
