Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon. If I did, I'd rule the world with my cute little friends.

Summary: Fifteen in a world where ten-year-olds get to go adventuring with Pokemon? That calls for some serious teenage rebellion. The run-away-from-home kind.

AN: Just having some fun. :)

I've been afraid of heights since I can remember. I look at trees and wonder half-heartedly why they would want to grow so tall. I'm perfectly content being no more than five feet above the ground at any point in time. Yeah, I'm short, but it works real good for me.

Well, except when Jeremy's being a right jerk. Jeremy equals little brother plus six feet tall plus annoying.

He always tries to cut off my hair when I'm not lookin'. A couple of times I've ended up looking like a half-plucked chicken. Of course, if I just give up and cut my hair short he'll find something else irritating to do to me. Probably give me a fake tattoo with permanent marker. Ass.

Worst part is that Ma will throw a fit worthy of volcano-status. With lots of smoke. Oh ya, Ma will more than likely stick two cig's in her mouth and light it with that gaudy yin-yang zippo lighter she says was a wedding gift.

What kind of wedding gift is a lighter? Better yet, who the hell would even say it was a wedding gift in the first place? Especially since she ain't married no more. Just got some slub who's only good at drinkin' beer and giving everyone the stink eye.

Probably where Jeremy got his charming personality. Yep, he's only my half-brother, but I don't particularly care. Annoying little brothers are all the same, half or not.

As I see it, I was born to a smoky volcano and a gaudy lighter. Sure don't explain my charming good looks. But it does explain my equally charming mouth.

Foul mouth anyway.

Ma calls it a curse. Says I got it from my gaudy-lighter-Pa.

Well, she also says that I got my eyes from her and not a one of her family has grey eyes. Lyin' sonofa-, er, daughter of a... Oh, forget it.

I love my Ma, really, but that kind of got dimmed by her lack of brains when she decided to name me Maybell. What kinda stupid idiot! Sounds like I'm about to be shipwrecked.

Oh, sure, I forgave her after I got everyone to call me Abe. And don't you dare start about the whole gender thing. Only reason I wasn't born a boy is 'cuz my gaudy-lighter-Pa was apparently a wuss and didn't want a son. Bastard.

Alright, I admit I'm ranting. Blah, blah, blah. Boohoo. Deal. Geez.

I live in a world dominated by the curious creatures called Pokemon. In this world, at age ten kids practically anywhere can get their first Pokemon and go off on an adventure.

Problem is... I'm fifteen. Oh, don't get me wrong, I totally wanted to go when I was ten, and eleven, and twelve... you get my point.

To make it simple, Ma wants me to take over the supermarket we own since Jeremy is such a dumbo. Can't learn to run a stinking supermarket if I'm off traveling with Pokemon. Her words. Well, minus the 'stinking' part.

So, here I am, fifteen, with grand dreams of traveling with a Pokemon partner, stuck smiling plasticly at customers and trying not to get depressed when their kids are obviously getting ready to go on their Pokemon adventure.

Nice thing about being fifteen though... One gets the whole teenage rebellion thing, which makes it rather easy to get over any doubts about running away from home.

Wish me luck!