A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic. My first time doing any type of creative writing too.. so.. bare with me. Or is it bear with me? URSARING. Anyway, enjoy!

It's gonna be rated T for language, violence, and, well, whatever i feel like..

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or its characters in any way.

I'm going to do it.

Growing up most of my life in Fiore, I was discouraged to do it. It was society's standards, that a "successful" man or woman be a ranger, professor, diplomat, doctor, or operator. Never a trainer.

Sure, trainers were idolized and respected for their talents. Chased by paparazzi. Were household names. Posters. T-shirts. Movies. Ads. Covers. They went on talk shows. They talked. In turn, everyone talked about them. However, it was an "un-talked" taboo to pursue training.

I always thought that it's discouraged, and even looked down upon, because you don't have to go to a university to be a talented trainer. You can just get up and be the best. It's not something that can be bought by the high classes in Fiore, or even in Kanto or Johto. Not like being an operator or a ranger. Those didn't depend on an innate talent or even the determination that it takes to be a good trainer. Sure, experience, determination, and courage were crucial in having a good career of any type. But right now, anyone can become a ranger anywhere, not do anything, and eventually climb up the ranks to be paid innumerable amounts of dough.

Perseverance was required to be a trainer since your first day. Maybe I'm just bitter.

My family moved from Goldenrod when I was ten. People were being laid off left and right, so we moved to Fiore, to this little, piece of shit town called Ring Town. Again, it's my bitterness talking for me. We moved from one of the centers of the world, with the most energy and fervor, to a town where everyone went to sleep at ten. Everyone went to school. Everyone talked about everyone's business. Everyone looked down upon farmers.

My dad also died when I was ten. I didn't really care, since I caught him cheating on my mom. Well, technically. He talked to other women on the internet and sometimes on the phone. I wouldn't doubt it if he saw them in person. Who knows what they did when they met up. We weren't close anyway.

Anyway, dad died and since mom didn't work we had no other option but to move. We lived off of friends for about a year, since we didn't have any other family members and no work was available. But the economy was so bad that we couldn't do it anymore. We had to find something my mom could work as, and find it fast. So my little brother, my mom, and I moved to Fiore, where the farming business began to boom and we had a family friend that helped us start out. Mom now grows grapes, and sometimes makes her own wine. The wine tastes horrible, but I'm not telling her that.

I'm also not telling her that I'm running away to become a trainer. I grabbed my phone, scrolled down to the "D"s, and texted, "I'm ready. Let's go."

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