DISCLAIMER THINGY: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON (I wish)

Okie dokie, now that that's out of the way, let the story begin!

(um, one more thing, my friend Amy wrote the Ryana parts, its her character,

looks back, see Amy? I'm telling them, hehe, put the hatchet down now Amy….)

INTRODUCTION

Kristine's P.O.V

I lifted the lid to our old crock pot and inhaled the mouth watering scent of beef stew. I took the cooking spoon and stirred, and then I set the spoon down and let the stew cook for a while longer. I smiled, satisfied that the batch had come out good. I always loved Fridays, it was the day mom got her pay check and we had a cooking spree. We each made something different, this week I made Stew, and mom had a pecan pie in the oven.

I sighed and sat down on the old wooden table that took up nearly half the kitchen. Eevee pranced into the room and jumped up in my lap. She looked at me, and then turned her head toward the stove. She jumped down and trotted over to see what was cooking.

Eevee had been my fifth birthday present. I can still remember her with that red ribbon tied in a delicate bow around her neck, still remember my parents laughing as she jumped upon me and liked my face. But no birthday was ever like that now. Ever since dad went off mom hasn't been able to afford anything nice for me, but that's okay. Now that I'm thirteen, I've got a summer job, and in a few weeks, I'll have enough to get another Pokemon from the poke' shop.

I was jerked back into reality when I heard Eevee wailing. I jumped up and ran over to her. She had her paw in her mouth and her eyes were shut tight.

"Oh, what happened?" I asked. "Let me see your paw and I'll make it all better." I reassured her. Eevee unclenched her teeth and held out her paw. It was a bit red.

"You thief!" I teased, dripping cold water onto her paw. "That's what you get for trying to steal some stew."

Ryana's P.O.V

I pushed the piece of roast chicken around my plate with my fork wondering when dinner would end. Squinting, I looked down to the end of the table where my father sat. He was still chewing the lavishly made dinner, and it didn't look like he would be done for awhile. I sighed and put my fork down.

"Ryana!" my mother shouted from the other end of the table, "Finish your dinner!"

"Cook spent hours making it and it's not polite to waste it." added my father.

"No one asked him too", I mumbled looking down at my plate.

"What?" My mother said frowning, "speak up!' "I can't hear you".

I snorted. Of course she wouldn't be able to hear me, what with this monstrosity of a dining room table. It is at least 5 meters long, with intricately carved designs on its sides. Mother says it represents our good fortune and wealth. While I think it represents how we like spending our time. In other words, far apart from each other.

My father stood up, and stretching said "why don't you go to your room now Ryana, and get ready for bed". "It's late."

"It's eight!" I said indignantly. He shrugged and walked out. I sighed heavily and walked out too, then ran the length to my huge bedroom. Everything in my house is huge. My bed, my closet… my parent's ego's. Which is why I'm sure they bought our incredibly large mansion, next to the roaring ocean and complete with stables, and a swimming pool.

I flopped down onto said huge bed and stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly I felt pleasant warmth besides me and knew Flareon, my main man, was besides me.

He always could tell when I was upset. I sat up, sweeping Flareon into my arms and walked over to my window, where the afternoon rain was pounding against it.

"We'll get out of here someday boy", I said gloomily, smoothing down Flareon's fur. "And anyways", I added, "I don't think I can take much more."