My 3rd Pokemorph fic! I like this one, I spent lots of time on this!
I felt my arm pop as I hit the side walk hard. "AND DON'T COME BACK!" my dad screamed, and slammed the door. Great… I stood up and walked off, I needed a walk, clear my head… oh, you're confused, aren't you? Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself. Well, my name is Ashleigh, I'm 16, and I have mid back length golden hair, down as usual. My eyes are hazel green. As for my clothes, I am wearing a plain pair of jeans, and a curve hugging black shirt. Ahhh, now my father. He simply must be in control at all times, if you don't like it; you leave, or are thrown out. I suppose you can guess my case. My mother wouldn't stand for him either, and would you like to know how he dealt with it? Well, we are 600 miles apart, and I'm lucky to see her once every six months. My father tried to raise me to be an obedient clone. But I have no intention whatsoever of letting that happen. And so now I'm on my own, no money, no shelter, no food. And the sad thing is, I have no way to contact child abuse, as I have no cell phone, and my father is quite a good actor. Everyone thinks he's a funny, laughing, and generally nice guy. I need a candid camera. Well moping won't help me.
I shuffled my feet slowly over the sidewalk. Suddenly a very suspicious looking black SUV slowly rolled by. I glared at it, daring it to try and kidnap me. I have my brown belt in karate, bring it on. The car slowly stopped in front of me, and three people filed out. I gasped at them; they were wearing 'Team Rocket' outfits.
"Now listen here missy, you can get in the car, or we can knock you out." one of them said. I nodded slowly. "Smart choice." He said and stepped forward. Right into my trap. "YA!" I called and kicked him where the sun don't shine. The man doubled over in pain, then fell to the ground unconscious. "Yo, bring it!" I called to the others. One of them sent a punch my way, which I easily blocked. "Oi, step it up a notch." I mocked. The man who threw the punch tried to kick me, but I grabbed his leg and knocked him backwards and he hit his head so hard he was knocked out. The third one grabbed me from behind, so I back-kicked him. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and glanced to see a dart sticking into my flesh. I moaned and collapsed.
So I hope you liked it, please don't flame, but constructive criticism is good. I don't own Pokemon. Thanks for reading!