Here's the deal you people. This is my first fanfic so go easy on me. I'll update from time to time if I have time and people like it.
Sadly, I do not own Pokemon. All I own is my character and the plot of the story.
Prologue
"You worthless piece of trash! What did I tell you about your grades?" a big angry man yelled at a small brown-headed girl.
"I-I did my b-best..." the girl stammered.
"Then your best wasn't good enough!" the man barked as he grabbed a knife off of a kitchen counter. The girl started to run but the man grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. She attempted to kick him and free herself but it was no use. "You really are worthless. You're a big coward! You can't even take a beating!" the man sneered.
"I'm sorry Daddy...I'll try harder I promise!" the girl exclaimed to her father.
"I'm sure you'll try harder..." he said and raised the knife up to her cheek. The girl cringed. The man made a huge cut in the girl's cheek and threw her down. "Now go to your room!" the man barked.
The girl ran to her room and threw herself on her bed. "I hate my life..." she sobbed. She was like that for several hours. It was nearly three in the morning before she stopped crying. She got up, walked over to her mirror, and examined the long cut on her cheek. After that she picked up a pokeball that was on her dresser and released the pokemon that was inside it.
"Sparky...I have an idea. To get away from here forever and ever! Let's run away! I'm sick of letting him hurt me...What do you think?" the girl said. "Pikachu!" the yellow rodent agreed.
"Alright then! I've gotta get packed!" the girl said as she pulled out a bag. She packed some empty pokeballs, a map, some money, food, clothes, a rope, a knife and a blanket into the bag and flung it over her shoulder. "Let's go!" she exclaimed as she ran out of the room. The yellow pokemon was at her heels as she ran out of her house and onto the dark streets of Goldenrod City.