Hi! This is my first Pokemon story so please tell me what you think of it.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Pokemonn or songs, just my OC.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 1: Adopted

"Why me," I muttered as I splashed water on my face in the bathroom. As I dried off my face, I looked into the mirror and stared at my reflection.

My name is Mystery, and yes, that's my name. I'm sixteen years old and short, 5"3 to be exact. I had my long, black hair up in a spiky pony-tail as usual with my bang down, covering some of my abnormal steel blue eyes. For the past fifteen minutes I've been packing to be transferred to another family.

I've been in the foster-care system ever since I could remember and have been moving in and out of homes countless times, 56 times to be exact. Today I'm being 'transferred' again because I'm too 'quiet' and 'distant'. I admit, I can seem cold and distant, but nobody has been the nicest to me most of my life. Most of the homes I've been in are either abusive, neglecting, or are full of psychopaths, literally.

I sighed as I stashed my Pokémon White Version game in my DS and into my backpack. I picked up my backpack and a small box that had all my belongings, and walked downstairs to say goodbye to my temporary 'family'. 'Some family you guys were,' I thought. I faked a smile, said my goodbyes, and went in the car to take me back into the orphanage.

( 3 hours later)

I was lying on my 'bed' in my 'room'. I put the emphasis on those words because my room was originally a small storage room and my bed was an air-mattress that had a hole in it.

I drew a picture of Cress, Chili, and Cilan leaning on each other, smiling and laughing at each other. 'Why did my family give me up?' I thought, my eyes brimmed with tears. 'Why can't I have friends, a family, and happiness like them?' I quickly wiped away a stray tear from my eye as I heard a loud knock on my door.

A few moments later, Mrs. Warron, the care-taker and owner of the orphanage, walked in. She grimaced as soon as she saw me. "There's a couple that would like to meet you. And change out of that…trash," she said in her squeaky voice, gesturing to my clothes. "That's probably one of the reasons why nobody likes you," Mrs. Warron added, leaving me in my room alone again.

I looked down at what I was wearing and shrugged. Unlike all the other girls, I hated wearing skirts, perfume, and layers of make-up. I was wearing a pair of dark skinny-jeans, black converse shoes, and a purple and black stripped t-shirt; it's simple and comfortable.

I walked into the hallway down to the room where my new 'family' was and opened the door. I saw a couple that looked like they were both in their thirties. The man was slightly tanned, dark-brown hair, and bright-green eyes, and the woman had long, blond hair and brilliant-blue eyes; the picture of the perfect couple. They both turned to me and smiled.

"I love her already, she's perfect," the woman squealed, her smile growing bigger. "My name is Emma and this is my husband, Jerry." Emma said, holding her husband's hand.

"Mystery, these are the Morrisons. They're here to adopt you." Mrs. Warron said with her usual fake smile. "Now go get your things, they already signed the paperwork so you can leave as soon as possible."

I just sighed, nodded my head, and went to get my stuff to leave again. Everything was still packed from my last foster-family. I picked up my backpack and box, walked to the car and got in. I watched as the orphanage grew smaller and smaller, until it was just a small spot along the horizon while listening to 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Green Day on my IPod.

After an hour of driving in the mountains, we finally stopped at a small gas station. Emma turned to face me from the passenger-seat and smiled. "So, do you know what Pokémon are?" she asked.

"Yep, I've always loved them," I answered with a smile. I've always liked Pokémon, even if I was sixteen.

Her smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, and then she laughed, "Good, we won't have to explain as much," She pressed a button on the console that turned green.

"What-"I was cut off by an electrical current surge through my body and then I blacked out.

Emma's P.O.V.

After Mystery passed out, I turned to my husband. "Jerry, do you think she'll adjust well?" I asked.

"Emma, she will be fine. Mystery already knows and loves Pokémon, so she'll absolutely love her new home," he answered, driving through a cave and back into our universe.

'I hope you're right, Jerry.'

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