Original first draft- document/d/1e9yq0nkhAuBB0ViPgL_YfiOZPEGUKci3mOQAxsPOVxk/edit?usp=sharing much more sexual and crazy shit, brick was named guzz, gaff named coral, and may named sapphire if you want to check it out.

"Fucking hell mom learn to drive!" I yelled, standing up and rubbing the bulge on the back of my head in agony.

Everytime she takes a turn one of these boxes collapse on me. i guess she was annoyed by my yelling becuase the swerved the truck making even more stuff fall. one really heavy box labled " xxx " landed on me making my head throb like a motherfucker.

"Stop yelling we're almost to our new place," her voice bouncing through my head just when i though the headaches were almost over. I mumble a few insults under my breath and throw the box filled with floppy floppers off my head.

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T DRIVE ON THIS DAMN ROCKY ROAD I WOULD SHUT UP!" I said proud that i somehow turned that into a threat.

I knew my backlash was pointless. I already yelled at her for not letting me sit in the front with her. but she needed room for her STUPID lopunny to sit. She never listened to me. Bitch.

And yes I'm calling the lopunny a bitch too.

I continued to ramble to myself,or was I talking to you? Well it doesn't really matter, this conversation is all in my head anyways. The truck had finally stopped. The back door of my short hell opened up revealing a killer sun along with a heatwave that nearly killed me. I was used to moist spring temperatures in sinnoh before I had to move, and now I had to deal with the bright sun piercing my eyes every day. Thanks hoenn. Who gave it the right to beam like that. Fuckin cunt sun.

I crawled out onto the dirt and kneeled over near barf as my mom and lopunny pass by not giving to shit a about me. Stickin' 11 year olds in the back of a truck should be illegal. But my mom said it was fine when she shoved me in. Not like I had a choice though. It was either this or me just walking here from the airport. Or taking that bus with all the cult weirdos in it. wonder where they were heading anyways, looked fun.

Slowly rising I take in my surroundings as well as I can. My new home, littleroot town looked disappointingly tiny. Only a few houses and a huge building in from of them. And only one way out. Come to think of it how the hell did we drive here when the only way out or in had no road around it. Well whatever.

I furrow my brow questioning my current reason for existing and enter the dank and dark small two room space that i now have to call home.

Luckily the plave looks to be in working order other than some dust here or there with the occasional bug Pokemon squirming around whenever I take a step. But unluckily for me I have to sleep upstairs in the attic since moms gonna stay downstairs and lopunny gets the only other room.

I grab my one box and head upstairs while mom and lopunny are fawning over the movers muscular pokemon. And if your wondering what's in those boxes. Turns out my dad had a storage unit. It had a ton of crap inside and we just had to take it all with us. too bad i never met the guy. Or as my mom called him "captain deadbeat cuck".

When I do get to my new room I quickly settle in. Putting my clock on the wall and setting up my air mattress. But while I'm pumping it up I see something weird in the corner. It looked like an old dirty box, and it was.

"HEY," I yelled. "there's a box up here that isn't mine!" but I got no response other than lopunny banging on the floor below possibly telling me to be quiet. And after yelling down the stairs to my room a few times I decide that the box belongs to me now and plop it on my bed. I would put it on my desk next to my pc, but shit, were so poor I had to sell them just to get money for that damn lopunny's' dinner a few weeks back. And yes both the desk and the pc. not like i needed them though. Weve been homeless for a few years and all that stuff was old as hell.

So as I was saying I plopped the light brown box on my bed and luckily for me it was already opened. Covered in bite marks from the bug Pokemon probably.

All that lay in the box was a single pokeball and a note reading, please take care of me.

whovere caught the pokemon probably couldnt take care of it.

But the pokeball was old and dusty, the house hadn't had a single person living in it for god knows how long.

I lifted my hand anticipating what would come out of the ball. I was Slowly guided by my curiosity to the white dot dead center of it. But the ball itself was weak, old and broken. And me just lightly tapping it sent its faded exterior opening and the rotting skeleton corpse of a pokemon flying out.

I nearly puked at body that jumped at me. I quickly averted my eyes and grabbed the box putting the creature inside before throwing it out the window. A quick and loud bang was heard as the box hit the lower roof. The only thing left was its dusty old ball witch had rolled over the the corner of my room next to my inflating bed.

I slumped over on the floor. Calmed down only slightly. I didn't anticipate that this would be my first big memory here and this situation really caught my off guard.

So I went back downstairs to check if the tv was on so I could forget my worries. Not like mom woiuld understand if i told her. But I couldn't make it down. Mom and lopunny were going at it with the movers pokemon and the sweaty steamy aroma guided its way into my nostrils forcing me into the attic.

So I just lie in my bed. i couldnt believe my mom was already settling in with the pokemon... i hadnt even made a single freind yet Nd she had already done the dirty dance to something. Well on the plus side because it was dark I could just closed my eyes and try to think of something else. But the dead pokemon still bothered the hell out of me. I've seen some pokemon dead on the side of the road, and my mom's awful training leading to some really bad situations…

But the thought of a pokemon… just sitting in its ball waiting.. that just, upsets me. And the note ordered me to do a something and I failed. I failed to take care of that Pokemon..

I hated that.

I hated that I failed…

But it's not like it was my fault, I didn't know that it was waiting. I knew I wasn't wrong but I felt awful.

I lay there thinking, leaving me to spent the night thinking to myself over the incident. Then, hours later i felt a throbbing pain in the back of my head. A throbbing that turned into a wooshy, slushy feeling. Then some piece of shit word popped into my head. "Fanfiction"...

The hell is a fanfiction. I was confused but passed it off as a random thought while watching time pass on my clock, and drifting off with my first day here burned into the back of my head.