Jane groaned; it was time to tidy out her bedroom. The bedroom that hadn't been tidied in five years...

"And don't come down until that pigsty is spotless!" yelled her foster mother. Jane had been moved from place to place for years until she'd been forced onto Mrs Summersby six years ago. There had been nowhere for her to go, and now she was fourteen, no-one would want to adopt her.

"Fine, but when I move out, no-one will be there to tell me to tidy up, and I'll be just fine!" Jane yelled back down, and she slammed the bedroom door. She'd never liked Mrs Summersby. After about ten minutes of throwing old rubbish (most of which belonged to other foster kids) into a black bin bag, she came across her long-forgotten Gameboy Advanced, with all her old Pokemon games: Yellow Version, Crystal Version and Emerald version. Glancing around at the mess around her, she inserted Pokemon Yellow. The titles came up, then she was informed that her saved game had been erased. The other games yielded the same results.

"That's what I get for leaving them covered with junk for all these years..." Jane muttered, and just as she was about to start a new game, she heard Mrs Summersby marching up the stairs. Quickly, she shoved her Gameboy into the bedside cabinet, ready to play later on. Jane stood, and looked at the huge mess in her room.

"This could take a while..." she sighed, and began the gruelling, dangerous task.

The next day was Monday, and it was time for school. Jane got up, went to her now-tidy wardrobe, and picked out an outfit for the day. Simple trainers, jeans, and a black long sleeved T-shirt. Jane brushed out her light-brown, almost grey hair and pulled a black baseball cap on. Out of sheer boredom, she checked her bag for what subjects she had that day, and immediately regretted it. Double Maths, Geography, Technology and then Home Ec. Ick. At least she'd be able to pick her own subjects next term.

"Jane! Come down or you won't get your porridge!" came the unmistakeable yell of Mrs Summersby from downstairs. Jane rushed downstairs, and after being critisised on her appearance by all the other foster kids, wolfed down her porridge, grabbed her plain blue raincoat and quickly darted out to walk to school.

Not much happened in the first few lessons. Although she found them boring, Jane was fairly intelligent, and found the work relatively easy. However, the break was different. She tried to get to the library, but they found her first. Three girls, hell-bent on making her life difficult. There were two "thugs", Gertrude and Helga; they were easy to confuse. But there was Tabitha, she was different. She was strong, and could really pull a punch if you didn't watch her. Jane wasn't exactly a wimp, but against these three...

"Hey, Emo." Tabitha started, shoving Jane into a wall. Jane grinded her teeth.

"I just wear black; I'm not Emo. Besides, you shouldn't label people like that." Tabitha laughed.

"Did you hear something, Gertude, Helga? All I heard was hit me, never stop hitting me," The "thugs" laughed "let's get her."

By the end of the break, Jane was sore all over, and had Chinese Burns on her arms. And several people had been walking past, too; they did nothing about it. Jane didn't have many friends; she was thought of as weird. At lunchtime, the three bullies were in detention for beating up some other innocent kid, so Jane was safe hidden in the library. But she didn't dare go to the canteen for food, so she was starving by the time she got home. And teatime only came a six 'o' clock, with a small snack in between. And a small biscuit was hardly sustanance.

Jane climbed slowly up to her room, and was tripped by the homes resident bully: Shelly. Shelly had a different style of bullying; the type everyone else thought was funny. She tossed a pile of mud-filled water bombs onto Jane, and ran away, laughing. Jane felt tears pricking in her eyes; they remained there as she took a shower, got changed into a similar outfit to before, and was repremanded by Mrs Summersby for wasting hot water, and for tracking mud up the stairs. Jane stayed silent; she'd found long ago that there was no point in arguing.

Finally, Jane came up to her room. After sobbing briefly into her pillow, Jane took the Gameboy and games out of the cabinet and looked at them thoughtfully. When she was ten, some businessman had come into the home and handed some out to every child; Jane had merely gotten the ones that the other children had forgotten. Suddenly, they all started glowing. The three games merged into one multicoloured square; trembling, Jane inserted the game into the Gameboy. She felt a strange sort of pull towards the Gameboy.

"What the-WAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And everything went black for Jane.

She woke up standing in darkness. A man wearing a white lab coat materialised in front of her.

"Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokemon! My name is OAK! People call me the Pokemon prof!"

He vanished into thin air, and was replaced by a Pikachu. Jane gawped.

"This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokemon!" And the Professor continued in the intruductory speech to Pokemon Yellow. Except this time, he asked for her gender.

"Female, duh!"

"Now, what is your name?"

Jane thought about it for a moment. Was she really going to give this weirdo her real name? Of course not. And she'd always liked Charmed...

"Piper."

Then he demanded to know her rivals name.

"Eh... Babalabaloo?"

"Piper! Your very own Pokemon legend is about to unfold! A world of dreams and adventures with Pokemon awaits! Let's go!"

Jane, or Piper as she will now be known, felt herself... shrinking.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

OK, so that was weird. I own nothing but my Gameboy and games. And even at that, some of them used to belong to my brother... Review!