-1(Yes, I admit it. I'm a Poke-freak. Sue me. All of us who've played the games have envisioned yourselves into that world at one point, often more then once. I've just joined the mass.

My 'Enter the Avatar' fic is currently very, very dead. No, I'm not going to quit on it-- I'm just taking a massive hiatus. Don't bug me unless you want me to stop altogether.

Just so you know, I haven't watched the show since half-way through the first season. I have, however, played/beaten all of the games up to Emerald. I won't touch the DS games. As much as I love Pokemon, it bugs me to no end that they try so hard to keep it alive when it's obviously suffering a slow and painful death, and they are not helping one bit by becoming desperate enough to crank out games and seasons like no tomorrow.

Sorry if you don't see eye-to-eye with me. Just explaining that I'm not basing any of my knowledge on the show-- I know only what I've learned from constantly playing the games. Also, if I misspell the name of a Pokemon or town, it's because I don't have my games in front of me for reference. My stupid boyfriend lost my SP.

Also, these characters might have their same names as me and my friends, and somewhat the same personality, but they are not us like they are in my Avatar story. They're just based off of us.

I own nothing but my own characters.)

Roano Megari didn't bother to look up from her pancakes. Instead, she tuned out the voice of her mother and focused instead on a speck of syrup that dripped at an antagonizingly slow rate. It was moving so slow.. Why didn't it just drip to the plate already?

" ..In any case, I-- Meg? Meg? Are you listening to me?"

" No," the teenager answered truthfully. She still didn't look up, hiding her blank expression behind a curtain of long dark-brown hair and large reflective glasses. She forked the piece of pancake with the mocking syrup bit and sent it an accusing glare before chomping it into her mouth and swallowing. " Put that in your juice box and suck it," she grumbled, referring to the offending syrup drop.

Her mother, Roano Karro, put her hands on her hips and glared down at her sixteen-year-old daughter, who was currently brooding and glaring at…..pancakes.

Where oh where had she gone wrong? Meg had never been dropped on her head as a child; she had never eaten paint chippings, sniffed nail-polish, been bitten by a radioactive Spinarak, or even had an Abra tamper with her brain. Honestly, the child was just born weird.

And it irked her poor mother to death.

Megari simply refused to partner up with a Pokemon. For the past three years Karro had been pushing her daughter to join in the other teenagers in getting their partners from Professor Birch or Oak(thank Moltres, Articuno, and Zapdos the old man had traveled here from Kanto to help the younger professor dish out Pokemon to the rookies) and starting their own journeys, but the girl would not leave.

Not that Karro didn't love her daughter. She did. But that Rayquaza-damned girl was getting on her last nerve. I mean, she herself was eager to leave home when she was Megs' age! Armed only with her trusty Staryu, Roano Karro had been the bane of the seven rookie trainers that she had set out with, and had continued her winning-streak up until the sixth gym leader, where she stepped down from her battling days to marry Roano Baki, another leading champion of his own rookie teams from his own town.

As she thought about this, Karro sighed and watched her only child spear another bite of pancake and shove it into her mouth, glaring. It was that time of year again. Maybe Meg would just leave so her mom would shut up.

Karro opened her mouth to talk, but Meg beat her to it. " Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll go pack."

The women looked down at her daughter in shock, then in pride as she flung her arms around the teenager, who grumbled and awkwardly hugged her back. Karro pulled back to smile sadly down at her expressionless daughter. She allowed a tear to trickle down her cheek as she watched Megari slowly shrug her off and walk dully towards her room, her arms behind her head in an obvious show of exactly how much of a waste of time she found all of this.

Ten minutes later, Roano Megari shut the door to her room with a soft click and sighed. She didn't want to leave. If she left, then Mom would be all alone. But Mom also wanted to have a strong trainer for a daughter to be proud of, and Meg always wanted her make her mother proud. She slung the full backpack over her shoulder and glared at the ground. She had three pairs of clothes and several…. unmentionables. She was set. She only wished she didn't have to go.

Karro hugged her daughter one last time, this time she let out a soft gasp as Megari hugged her back just as closely. The girl almost seemed to cling to her, not wanting to let go, but eventually she pulled away to look at her mother. Karro smiled down at her, and slowly a smile spread over Megs' face.

" Bye, mother," she said softly, standing on her tip-toes to kiss her mother on the cheek. Karro sniffed and smiled. " Bye, Meg. I love you."

" And I you."

At that, Roano Megari trailed slowly to the front door. She reached out and placed her hand on the door-knob. She could step back. She could refuse and stay here, like she had done for so long. Only one simple movement…

She looked back at her mother over her shoulder and smiled a genuine smile before throwing open the door and walking through it. She paused and took a deep breathe, then smiled again and jogged off in the direction of the laboratory where the two professors were waiting for rookies like her.

Roano Karro smiled as she watched her daughter race off, her fingers straying to the long-empty Pokeball on her hip. The Staryu had long-since passed on, but Karro would never forget. She turned and sagged against the floor, then dropped slowly to the floor while still leaning her weight on the door.

" Do what I couldn't, daughter," she said softly, holding up the empty Pokeball. " Beat all of them, and never settle for anything less then perfection."

She sighed and closed her eyes.

" Surpass me.."

(A short beginning, I know. Don't bug me about it, this is only an introduction.

Depending on how hectic my life is at the moment, you might get updates every few days. Once or twice a day, if you're lucky. (winks)

Anyway, review so that I don't abandon this one like my other one.

ALSO. Which starter should Meg begin with? Charmander, Squirtle, Bulbasor, Mudkip, Treeko, or Torchic?

VOTE NOW FOOLS.)