So this is my first story, so I'd reaaaally appreciate it you rate and review. Sorry about the caps lock in this chapter, but I can't imagine the majority of the dialogue here in lower case.

Thanks for reading. \o/

RedPaperWhite.

Chapter One – A new beginning

It was a beautiful morning in Pallet Town; the sun was just creeping over the trees, painting the grass orange with a warm glow...
Ash Ketchum was just beginning to stir in his be...Okay, that's definitely not Ash Ketchum.
'MUUUUM!' yelled a gruff female voice. 'MUUUUM, WHATHAFUCK AH YOU PLAYIN' AT?'

19 year old Stacey Bilgings was sitting up in what seemed to be a small boy's bed. A large zoomed in picture of some unknown cartoon was plastered onto the duvet covers.

'Ash?' replied a high voice from the kitchen, 'Ash honey, what is it?'
Stacey slapped her hand to her forehead and slumped back against the bed, drenched in sweat, 'MUM AH'VE GOT THE MOST BANGIN' 'EADACHE! WHA' AH YOU PLAYIN' AT?'
She at once turned over, shoving her face into the nylon pillow, hearing fast light footsteps coming up the stairs.
An attractive young woman with long brown hair peered into the room, and said,
'Ash, honey, what's the matter?'
Stacey turned over in the bed and shot upright, and stared at the woman with unfocused eyes, her head throbbing. 'WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?' Screamed Stacey. 'WHATHA FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?'
Delia Ketchum gazed back at Stacey pitifully. She tiptoed quickly over to her and put her hand on the girl's shoulder.
'Ash, it was just a bad dream!' A smile widened on her face, 'Now don't tell me you've forgotten about what today is!'

Stacey groaned and ran her hands through her greasy blonde highlighted hair. 'I am NOT having this!' she yelled at Delia, 'I am NOT FUCKING HAVING THIS!' she practically jumped out of bed despite her hangover weighing her down; she was already wearing her vomit-stained clubbing clothes from the night before.
She stomped down the stairs in spite of her high-heeled shoes snapping beneath her, and stormed out into the garden, grabbing any surface along the way, like a three year old who couldn't quite walk yet.
The sun was gleaming down into Delia Ketchum's back yard. Shiny tomatoes, carrots and beans decorated the edges of the white picket fence.
'I hate the sun!' moaned Stacey, 'I HATE the fucking sun!' she said louder, shielding her aching eyes from its glare.
Delia Ketchum walked up behind her slowly, and whispered, giggling, 'Ash, today's the day that you choose your first Pokémon!'
'Where the fuck am I, you skank? Where's my mum?' Stacey Paused for a second. 'And can I have some FUCKING ORANGE JUICE AND A PARACETAMOL?'
Delia flinched at the words as if a fly was buzzing around her face.
'Sure, honey, I'll go get some!'
Delia walked away into the house, turning around for a second, 'Pancakes are on the table!' she walked further into the house, opening the blinds along the way.
Stacey waited until she was out of sight, and jumped over the white fence. One of the pickets smashed as her foot made contact, and Stacey toppled backwards.
'FOOOOK!' she yelped.

The remaining heels of her shoes had torn into the wood, and her legs were splayed beneath her, as if she was doing the limbo. She stood up suddenly, regretting it as blood pounded through her head.

The shoes lay in tatters, as did the fence. They were pretty expensive, actually, but they belonged to 'that bitch Sarah', so it was her 'fucking loss'.
Stacey dove back inside to rummage around for some shoes, looking up every couple seconds to make sure that the weird woman who called her 'Ash' wasn't on her way back any time soon.
She grabbed a pair of white trainers which was by the door. They were brand new, and there was a note attached, written in swooping handwriting,

'Dear my little hero!!!!
Good luck on your Pokémon Quest! I thought you might like these for the journey! Don't forget to call every Friday like we promised!
Love you!
Mom'

Stacey sneered at the letter, giving it a look similar to a vegetarian looking at a hamburger.

'PS', the note continued, 'Press B to run!'

'What the fuck is this bitch on?'

Stacey ripped off the label and note with a small snap, and began to force her feet into the shoes, stretching them beyond their limits. They were far too small, but she was too hung-over to notice.
Glancing back at the quaint house as she trampled over the broken fence, Stacey's face contorted for a second, and she proceeded to vomit over the vegetable patch for good measure. Feeling better, Stacey wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, scraped back her hair and dragged it into a tight ponytail with an elastic band. She walked away clumsily, not looking back. An old woman on a bicycle trundled past, ringing her bell. She frowned at Stacey, who gave her 'the finger'.

First Chapter finished! I know it was short, but it was really more of an introduction. I hope you enjoyed it – please don't forget to rate and review, or I'll get discouraged and never write anything again~