Chapter one

The crowd went wild. For the first time in pokemon league history, a girl was to be named the official champion. The best of the best, she was on top of the world. People were calling her name, and for once in her life she felt loved, as if she finally had a purpose.

"You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!"

Someone in the crowd started yelling, and soon it became a chant. It filled the stadium with its voice. She could feel herself falling, the world around her melted into nothingness.

"Shinii? Shinii wake up honey. It was just a bad dream, hun."

Her mom glared at Shinii's alarm clock.  It had been the alarm clock shouting in her dream. Shinii leaned towards her blue wooden bedside table and grabbed her clock. The thing was all black except for an Eevee figure standing on the top. A friend of hers built it for her birthday as a joke.  He had even recorded his voice for the alarm. Ryo always was and always will be good for a laugh, Shinii thought to herself, smiling.

Her mom took it out of her hand and turned it off.  She set it back on her daughter's nightstand.

"Ya know, I really wish you would get a new clock. That one is…"

Shinii sighed. Every morning her mom tried to get her to throw away her clock and every morning she promised to get a new one. Her mom and her both knew the clock would stay. It was a fact of life. Time to change the subject, Shinii thought.

"Mom what did Professor Mystery want?"

Her mother stared at her. She had never once told Shinii that the professor had called. How did she know??

            Shinii smirked. Her mom would never know her secret. Shinii loved freaking her mom out too much to spoil the fun now.

"Lucky guess… So…what did she want?"

   "Well…She wants you to…Just go see her Shinii. You will know soon enough." Shinii's mom turned and rushed out of the room.

            "What's her problem with life today?"

     Shinii got out of bed and looked around her room. Everything was the same as any other day, nothing ever changed in her Blackthorn city home. The shelves on her walls were still filled with her dad's pokemon trophies. The carpet was still cerulean; the pokemon league symbol in the middle of the room was still there too. Her furniture was still all blue; they too still had the pokemon league symbol on the sides. Her room could pass as the room of a great pokemon trainer. Poke-balls lined the top of the walls and her bed looked like it was made for a queen. Shinii walked to the far end of her room. She opened her closet and looked at herself through the mirror on the door.

            Even though her dad was a great pokemon master, Shinii thought of herself as an ordinary, every day teenager. She didn't feel the need to flaunt her dad's wealth, or her acceptance into the Blackthorn gym as an apprentice trainer to Clair. Most kids in her high school would give their souls to even be thought of as worthy to train under Clair. Sadly, every other trainer in the gym had to be nasty, and thought of themselves as higher then everyone else. Shinii rolled her eyes. Of course they would flaunt their status. They were all preps, the "popular" group. 

Shinii would never be thought of as prep. The very thought of someone calling her a prep mad Shinii laugh. No, she is and always will be thought of as the leader of the social outcasts. She really didn't belong to a group. She wasn't a goth, or a raver, or a punk. She was really a mix of all three.

Shinii looked at herself again.

"I'm a fucking freak," Shinii concluded.

Her black hair went down to the middle of her back. Nothing weird or freaky about that.  Her hair was pretty much normal, except for the streaks of blue that naturally grew in her hair.  Her bangs were all blue and she also had two streaks on the side of her head and one right in the back. No one knew why she had naturally blue hair, or why every year the streaks got wider. Shinii secretly thought that somewhere in her family was a poke-anthro. (A person with pokemon features)

Digging through her closet Shinii found a black shirt and her favorite pair of black pants with blue threads. She pulled on her black knee high platform army boots. Hey, if she was gonna be traveling, she'd better go in style right?

Shinii pulled open her desk drawer and pulled out the false bottom. She searched through her "adult" books and other things she didn't want her mom to see, until she found her black purse and poke-ball cd player.  After she put her dresser drawer back together she pulled her cell phone out of her purse and phoned Ryo. She needed to borrow a ride. Her mom was out of her fucking mind if she though that she was gonna walk all the way to Goldenrod. She needed Wings.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but I do own Shinii. ^_^ please don't try to sue me, cause I is broked and has no money.

OOOOO Story's getting good huh? If you enjoyed this chapter please read and review so I know if you want me to keep writing. (I will stop like I did with the Invader Demi story is I don't get any…lol)