Disclaimer I do not own pokemon in any way, shape, or form. I only own Andraia and other original characters that appear in later chapters.

Chapter 1

"Mom? May I please be a pokemon trainer?" asked fourteen year old Andraia.

"Andraia, I all ready told you, no! Your older sister became one, and now we almost never see or hear from her!" her mother told her, not looking up from the soapy dishes.

"That's the point!" Andraia argued, "You have to travel different places to catch different pokemon and battle new poeple!"

"My answer is still the same." her mother sighed.

"It's not fair!" Andraia cried.

With that, she spun around and walked out the kitchen door, slamming it on her way out. She walked down a path that led into a small grove of trees.

"The nerve." she growled.

She looked around as she walked. The trees seemed to create a forest like appeal and pokemon scampered across the dusty ground around her. Pidgeys watched her from the trees, looking for something to steal for food. She came to a small pond, her favorite quiet place. She sat down and pulled her long blue green hair into a ponytail. She dug through her small backpack and pulled out a sketchbook.

"Pie?" asked a small voice.

Andraia looked over to see a small Caterpie leaning on her leg.

"You are so cute!" she grinned.

She reached out to touch the little green bug, but it jumped back and stared at her.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." she smiled, her light purple eyes lighting up.

The Caterpie turned its head to the side slightly. Andraia laughed and pulled out a pencil.

"Hold that pose!" she laughed.

She began to sketch. The Caterpie, curious about what she was doing, crawled back over to her. It looked at the picture and cooed.

"Do you like it?" she asked, holding up the sketch.

The Caterpie chirpped happily. Andraia smiled and flipped through other pages. They looked at pictures of a Butterfree, Weedle, Pidgey, and a Spearow.

"Pretty good drawings." sneered a voice.

Andraia spun around to a boy her age standing there.

"Really? You think so?" she asked.

"No, I was lying." he retorted.

Andraia frowned. Who did this jerk think he was? Suddenly, a Squirtle jumped out of the pond. The boy tossed a pokeball and caught the Squirtle no problem. He picked up the pokeball and tossed it to Andraia.

"You can have it." he told her, "It was weak. That's why it was caught. I don't want any weak pokemon."

A Rattata shot by and the boy took off after it.Andraia sat there, stunned.

"What a jerk!" she muttered, as she put her sketchbook back in her pack.

She stood up and turned to leave. She heard a small squeak and turned to see the Caterpie following her.

"I'm sorry Caterpie, but I can't take you home. My mother would have a fit!" she apologized, "Unless... you could fit in my backpack!"

Caterpie looked up at her with it's innocent eyes and nodded.

"You are too cute!" Andraia squealed.

She pulled off her backpack and opened it. Caterpie crawled over to her and crawled inside. She pulled it back onto her back and zipped it slightly. With that, she headed back to her house. She saw her mother was out behind the house, riding her Ponyta. Andraia sighed. Her mother used to be famous for riding in rodeos. Andraia; however, would forever be nothing. She walked into the house and straight up the stairs and to her room. She shut her door and locked it. She placed her backpack on the bed and opened it. Caterpie crawled out, and looked around the room.

"Sorry about that Caterpie." Andraia apologized.

She pulled out some food from under her bed and fed some to Caterpie. She jumped as someone pounded on her door.

"Open up!" cried a little girl's voice.

"Go away Claudia!" Andraia called back.

"No!" Claudia exclaimed, "Let me in!"

With that, the door handle jiggled and was suddenly flung open. There stood Andraia's younger sister Claudia, proudly holding a bobby pin. Her black hair was pinned up here and there on her head and she wore a strange colored shirt with blue jeans.

"I told you to let me in." she smirked.

Claudia looked and saw the Caterpie on the bed.

"AH!" she screeched, jumping back, "Do you know that you have an icky bug on your bed!"

"She's not icky!" Andraia retorted, her light violet eyes narrowing in anger, "I'll give you a pokemon of your own if you keep this quiet."

Claudia's red eyes lit up in surprise. Andraia dug through her bag and tossed Claudia the pokeball that the boy had given her earlier.

"A Squirtle?" she asked, "What's the catch?"

"No catch." Andraia replied.

"Andraia? Claudia? What are you...doing...?" their mother asked, walking into the room.

"Mom! I can explain!" Andraia cried.

A/N: What do you all think? Not too bad if I do say so myself. :) Well, please read and review.

TigressDevyn