Chapter 1

I flopped down on my bed, disgusted with my life. I looked up at the slowly rotating fan suspended above me. I think I must have watched it for quite some time before my aunt called me down for dinner. I didn't want to go down, but my stomach had other ideas.

I sat down at the table, ate the spaghetti that Aunt Miriam had made, and then went back to my room to sulk some more.

I am Willow.

You think I'm from Johto?

You thought wrong.

I hate it here, leave me alone, Miriam! I want my mom back!

I woke up the next morning, still feeling angry and upset at the world in general, but I had to go to school. At least Ethan was there to complain to. I knew that he rarely listened to me, but it felt good to just talk to something living. Trust me, I've tried to talk to pillows and stuffed toys, and it doesn't work.

"Hello Ms. Grumps," he said as he got on the bus. That only made me angrier than usual, so I guess that you could say that I ignored him.

After school was done, I went home, went up to my room and did my home work, and then sulked. Yep, that was me. That's all I ever did- sulk around the house, bringing everyone around down with me.

Well, enough about the story for now- you only know my name, and I think that you probably want to know more, right? Well, as I said earlier, I'm Willow, also called Green by two very close friends who I will not name at this time.

I live in Johto with my aunt next to Professor Elm's lab. I ride the bus to school like a normal kid, I do my home work like a normal kid, but I am not a normal kid. I don't hang out with my friends, (not that I have any- well, not counting Ethan) and like you but unlike almost everyone in my school- no in my entire town- I don't have a single Pokémon.

Well, not anymore anyway.

"Willow," Miriam called. I moaned through my pillow some sort of reply.

"The professor wants to see you!"

Dear Dialga, what could he want with me now? Regardless, I went downstairs to see if there was anything else to learn from Miriam before heading over. There wasn't.

It wasn't an especially cold day for the middle of March, but I still crossed my arms. Then again, I always had my arms crossed.

I entered the lab to find the young professor waiting for me.

"Hey, Willow!" he said in a cheery tone. Yeah, it's not working, smart one. At that point, I could have smacked that smile off his face, but I decided against it.

"What?" I said irritably.

"I have an errand for you to do for me,"

I remained silent as he continued.

"Ok, there is a man named Mr. Pokémon who lives north of Cherrygrove City, and he has a special package for me that I can't go pick up myself, so I want you to get it for me!"

"Can't the intern get it?"

A voice called out from the back room- "Studying for the SAT!" Well, that's Edmond for you. Always studying for one test or another. But then again, he knows a lot about me and… never mind.

"So, Willow, what do you say, will you go get it for me?" Elm pleaded. I looked at him. He looked like he was about to get down on his knees and beg me. That wouldn't surprise me though.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

"Yes!" Elm shouted. He actually did a little dance. After the awkwardness, he ran into the back room, shouting. He came back out with three Pokeballs.

"Wait, what are those?" I said, backing away.

"I can't let you go out into the tall grass alone, can I?" he said, giving me a big smile. "So, that's why I'm going to give you your very own-"

"No thank you," I said, turning my head. Arms folded, I looked up at a random point on the wall. "Not again. I can't do it again…"

Elm was silent. He knew exactly what I was talking about. Not that he was there when all that took place…

"Willow? Are you there?"

"I'm here, mommy,"

"Listen to me, sweetie. No matter what they do, don't let them hurt Silver."

"Mommy, please! Don't-"

But by then it was too late. They took everything from me.

I looked back at Elm. He stood completely still. He had a pained expression on his face. "You know that Pokémon could help you in more than one way," he said, placing one of the Pokeballs in my hand. There was a small flame sticker on it.

I closed my eyes and let the Pokémon out. The familiar red beam shot out and revealed a small blue Pokémon.

"This is Cyndaquil," Elm said. He released the other two starter Pokémon, naming them as he did so: "This is Totodile, and that one is Chikorita,"

I looked at the three of them. I reached out my hand to try and pet Totodile, the water type. He had a bad attitude and tried to bite me. I drew my hand back quickly and frowned. Then I smiled as I remembered the first time I had gone to pick out a starter Pokémon. Charmander had tried to bite me too.

"Um… Try Chikorita…" Elm suggested. The grass type looked up at me with big, pleading eyes. I picked it up and looked at it.

"Aww…" I said. "She's so…" and then I happened to look at its underside. I immediately put him down.

Well, after Totodile tried to bite me and Chikorita a little too excited to see me, my only other choice was Cyndaquil. I picked him up. He immediately nestled into my sweater, content.

"Well, it seems that Cyndaquil really likes you." Elm said. "Then again, so did Chikorita…"

For once, I laughed, but then I stopped. I simply sighed and stood up, thanking the Professor.

"I'll ask Miriam if I can go out now or if she wants me to go out tomorrow because it's getting late," I said, starting to walk out. "Once again, thank you,"

Well, back at home, Miriam was all excited about me bringing home a new Pokémon.

"Are you going to name him?" she asked. "If you do, you should give it a good name, like Crusher, or Blaze, or-"

"His name is Othello," I said. "I mean, he looks like an Othello, doesn't he?" (Author's note: I have changed the names of all my Pokémon for this story. It would be confusing for the reader because in the real world, Othello is really named Quinton (as in Quinton from Team Sapphire in my Pokémon Mystery Dungeon story…))

Miriam just looked at me. "Well… If that's the name that you want…" She said. I picked Othello up and looked him in the face.

"Ok, little guy, your name is now Othello," I said. Carrying him under my arm, I brought him up to my room. I set him down on the floor and sighed. I looked at my mirror.I had long brown hair that accumulated into a large frizz at the bottom. I always wore some sort of hat- usually a white cotton one that Miriam had knit for me. Jeans and a sweatshirt would finish the look for me most days.

I looked back at Othello. He had just peed on the floor.