Hello, person/people that is/are reading this. Remember, I do not own Pokemon, so please, don't sue me. That would just not be cool. Enjoy ;)

"Storm!"

I heard a shout and jolted up, hitting my head on the ceiling. No wonder Jacxie made me take the top bunk.

"Mom!" I yelled.

"Ok, ok, relax, I'm sorry,"

I swung my legs around and jumped off the bed.

"No you're not!" I shot back

"I wouldn't spend so much time yelling at me, little sis. You've got fifteen minutes. Good luck," Jacxie turned out the hallway and bolted down the stairs before I could hit her. I looked at my clock. 8:45. I swear, the only time Jacxie doesn't lie is at times like this.

My closet was full of almost nothing. I had a few t-shirts here and there, a pair or two of sweat pants, and a baseball cap. I changed quickly, and attempted to brush my untamable blue hair. Along with my dark gray eyes, it's not too terribly hard to figure out why people call me Storm. I braided my hair to the side, put on my baseball cap, packed a bag, and headed downstairs for breakfast. I did all of that in less than two minutes.

"If you want to make it a challenge next time, try five minutes instead of fifteen." Jacxie just glared at me. Our family's Zorua, now mine, was yipping at my feet, as I was her favorite. My mother handed me Zorua's poke ball and kissed me off. I grabbed the last muffin just before Kyla, who then proceeded to glare at me just like Jacxie. I shoved it in my face and ran upstairs, with Kyla chasing me.

I locked the door and Kyla pounded on it, but stopped soon. "How you gonna get to the lab now?" She asked, but I was already out the window and onto the roof. I jumped off the roof, landed silently on the pavement, and called,

"Zorua!"

She came bounding through the door, hopped up into my arms, and I started running. I heard a

"Storm!"

in the distance, but I had heard that far too many times to be stupid and turn back.

I called Zorua back into her pokeball and… ran straight into my neighbor Ethan. Man, was he talkative. I'll spare you most of the details. Basically, it went like this:

"Oh hey what's your name? Hey are you going to the lab…"

except, like, twenty times faster. I walked in what looked like a house and a lab in one. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, actually. A man in about his mid-thirties turned around,

"Are you, um, here for the Pokemon?" He asked

"Yes," I replied.

"Alright, just wait a moment."

He fumbled to grab something on his desk, and handed it to me,

"what is this?" I asked.

"That is a Cyndaquil. Here are some poke balls. Great, now go on you're adventure or whatever…" he faltered. My mother told me to stop back at our house before I left, but I was smart enough to know Kyla was waiting at the door to slit my throat. But that's not very uncommon in my household.

I let Zorua out of her pokeball and played with her before heading out. I turned back to my house, and smirked as I realized that I was leaving my four stupid older sisters behind: Jacxie, Kyla, Iris, and Fione. I turned back to the forest, and trekked ahead.

I honestly just wanted to get to the next city over, so I simply climbed in the trees to prevent unwanted encounters.

My family says I have extremely accurate senses and I'm also just plain fast. This is relevant because of this next part. Anyway, I stopped for a moment. I heard very slight footsteps falling on dried leaves and scattered branches.

I saw a boy behind me, about 14 or 15. He had greenish hair and sky blue eyes, but he ducked away before I could make out anything else. That was where my problems began.