I Do not own Pokemon
You first caught me. Threw that red-and-white ball at me. I did not even struggle, I wanted to be captured, to be stronger, like all the other Pokemon that pass through here with trainers. You said something about how fast you would train me, and how glad you finally found a Spearow. Little did I know you were not talking about training me to be on your team, and be you're partner like you other Pokemon, not even have me fly you places.
No, I was nothing to you. Nothing.
Was I not good enough? I was not strong enough? Why? Why did not the others on you are team talk to me. Why didn't they talk to me? Now I know. I was nothing to you.
To you, my first trainer. You only caught me to give to another. You gave me to her. With out a second thought or look.
Now, after three years you come back, you come back to ask my new trainer if you can have me back.
Get me back after I have evolved.
After, I changed in to a Fearrow. I glare as you leave, crestfallen. I was nothing to you. Nothing, to you. Every one here about your lose at to the Elite Four and the New Champ. You thought if you had a strong, bird you could beat the Champ's Venusuar.
And, even as you beg, I can tell you want nothing of me. Nothing but to use me in battle. I am still Nothing to you.
But to my new trainer, I am everything. And I love her for that.
~~~~Fin~~~~
Okay, you cannot tell me that I'm the only one who ever went to Route 11 caught a spearow, to trade for a Farfetch'd, and only train it up a level or two. I can't be the only heartless one out there! Any way, first One-shot.