Phoebe Plewis opened her eyes lazily, not fully comprehending the world yet. But as the first thing that pierced her fog-ridden mind was a very loud 'MEH MEH MEH' coming somewhere from her left, she closed her glazed blue eyes abruptly. After about ten seconds of trying to shut out the new (very annoying) noise, Phoebe opened her eyes yet again and started looking around blearily. She then realized that she was in her bed, surrounded by Pok mon plushies, Bulbasaur pyjamas wrinkled and sweaty due to the entangled Butterfree sheets, and not soaring through the sky on a sparkly yellow Pidgey.

Phoebe pouted childishly and looked around for the disturber of her undoubtedly awesome dream. She found it, after some intense searching, mind you, and glared tiredly at her vibrant violet alarm clock, still blaring loudly. Phoebe was irked to see that it was '7:18 a.m.' and not '11:30 a.m.'. Because doubtless of her current half-asleep state, she knew today was Saturday, and she always slept in on Saturdays.

"So why are making a racket this early, violet?" She mumbled to herself as she finally pulled her arms and legs from the bedcovers and went to shut the alarm up. Phoebe usually referred to her household items depending on their colour, like her closet for example, was named Darky, for it's dark blue sheen. Besides her plushie's, as she had named all those individually, and her poster plastered walls, Phoebe had always addressed her items as if they were living entities.

The reason being that she was thirteen and still at home, having had her mom consider a Pok mon 'too dangerous for my precious baby!', and Phoebe's mom had had an iron grip on her life ever since.

She wasn't allowed to go to Prof. Oak's lab and get a Pok mon like every normal child, and while all the other kids in Pallet town got to pick their starter and head off to route one, she got to pick stuffies and posters from 'Kanto Region Weekly', which were always delivered to her house the day after one of her friends had left, and seven year-old Blue from next door spared no effort in dogging her heels every time she went outside, even for the shortest amount of time, and hollering 'you're a baby!' even though he was younger then her. But what was really annoying to watch, was when he got his own Pok mon, Squirtle, and got to go on his own journey.

By this point Her mom had wasted no time in three years to stuff her head full of everything and anything that included Pok mon (and safety). Berries to potions, Pok balls to Pok mon Centers, how to fight back if your Pok mon have fainted (which Phoebe actually thought was wrong because she had read in a book that if you lost, you had to admit defeat like a man and not to try to sweet talk your way out of paying up). There was nothing that Phoebe didn't know about, and she had to admit, she was a little proud if that. Though she had a vast amount knowledge, her mom often chided her for her naive ways, and she had never learned much about the Pok mon that she had never seen. Her mom had never really bothered to inform Phoebe of the other Pok mon in the Kanto region, so all that Pheobe knew were very common Pok mon and the starters.

Her mom made her write a notebook about all the information she had told Phoebe, and it usually lay unopened on her desk, nicknamed brown paper bag as she liked to call it, just collecting dust.

So needless to say, she was lonely, but she had promised herself that she would be happy, and make the most out of anything, despite having had to skip every kid's dream at age ten. 'When you are eighteen and mature, you'll be able to go on an adventure with Pok mon' Phoebe's mom had told her after Blue had left, gloating like always, and Phoebe had felt ice slide through her stomach and the smallest flicker of rage. She couldn't wait five more years to go on a journey! She had already gone three grinning and bearing it. It was then that Phoebe had decided to run away. Well, not exactly 'run away' but something akin to 'making a mad dash for freedom'.

And that brings us back to the present Phoebe, eyelids drooping slightly as she revelled in the beautiful silence that flicking off Violet had brought. She got up slowly, body still stiff as a board, and rubbed her eyes intently, trying to rid them of their sleep. Finished with her task, Phoebe started waving her head back and forth, trying to further the process of getting up. After losing all traces of dizziness, she tried to smooth her short, curly black hair into something presentable.

Phoebe noticed a pile a what looked to be clothes at the foot of her bed. 'Why would there be clothes...?' She thought curiously, but at that exact moment, it hit her. Of course! Phoebe mentally slapped herself. Today was the day she was going to (finally) go in her Pokemon adventure!

Phoebe jumped out of bed, sending sheets and plushies alike tumbling onto the floor. It was all coming back to her now, how she had lay out her clothes, gotten a backpack ready, even wrote a note to her mom, telling her about what she was held back on for three years of her life. Phoebe flung her pyjama top and bottoms from her head and sighed giddily as she pulled on a white tank top, and a pair of dark denim shorts and buttoned them, she was actually doing this!

Phoebe scanned the messy room for a backpack and ... ah! There it was, hanging off the side of her desk chair, swinging slightly from having a Pideotto plush hit it straight on, white, leathery surface contrasting to the chair's dark cherry wood.

As she finished pulling on her last pair of clean white socks, she quickly ran over to the pack, humming a tune she had heard on TV, but very quietly so her mom wouldn't hear. Phoebe's mom wouldn't expect her up for another few hours, and she planned on using her mother's temporary lapse in security to slip past her defences, quite literally.

At this thought, Phoebe quickly looked to Violet and was relieved to see it was only 7:43 a.m., she then quickly glanced out the window and was even more relieved to see that it was still a bit dark out. Her attention returned to the white backpack and she rummaged through it, making sure she had everything she needed. A town map, check (she was terrible with directions), an extra pair of socks, check, a whole slew of potions her mother had bought her, the sole purpose being when she finally did get a Pokémon, she could care for it perfectly, check. That seemed to be it.

Phoebe sighed happily. Now for the note. She looked to the desk and found it, stuck to her notebook, it had three words, 'I'm leaving, sorry'. Phoebe sighed again, but this time not as happily. She flipped the latch on her backpack, but not before grabbing the Pideotto plush from the floor and squeezing it into her pack. She slung the bag over her shoulder and took one last fleeting look at her dishevelled room. Stuffies and bedcovers strewn over the floor, closet unkempt and clothes at the bottom, having slid off their hangers.

After Phoebe deemed her bag's items worthy, she gathered up her pack, and put on a huge smile, and trekked to her door, plastered with Charmander posters. Phoebe crept down her stairs, having made it past her mom's room. She had pressed her ear against her mother's door and had heard loud snoring emanating clearly through the crack. Her feet made the occasional dark floorboard go 'creak', but other than that, Phoebe was scaling her home as stealthily as a ninja. Phoebe got to her shoe rack no problem, and as quietly as she could slipped on her blue trainers and grasped the bronze handle of her front door. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and readied herself for whatever Kanto had to throw at her.

Chapter by: Your Creator