A/N Hey guys I'm back with a new story so here we go as the summary says this story is about Misty's long lost brother.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon but I do own Misty's brother but not the idea that came from, Reading-is-4-life.
Misty's POV
I sat in the living room on the sofa with Ash, looking through old scrap books of my family. There were photos of Daisy, Lily, Violet and me. We sat looking at them for hours when I noticed one on the top shelf we missed. I got up and grabbed it, it was covered in dust. I wiped it off and started coughing as the dust clouded my vision. How old is this thing. I wondered as I opened the cover. I sat back down on the sofa and turned to Ash.
"Look at this." he turned to me confused. I pointed to the picture on the first page. It was a woman and man, I knew they were my parents, Daisy had shown me a picture before. Though in this picture there was a baby in the woman's arms in a pink blanket. Standing in front of them were four children, a blonde girl, a pink haired girl, a blue haired girl and a brown haired boy. I was puzzled for a minute but I assumed it was one of my sisters' friends, but then…
"Misty! Where did you get that from?!" Came Daisy's scream from somewhere behind me. I turned to see her run at me, reach out and slam the book shut.
"It was on the top shelf over there. Why?" I was confused and didn't understand what the problem was. "Daisy is that boy one of your old friends?" She sighed and looked at me sadly.
"No Misty that's our brother, he ran away when he was 8 you were 2. We never told you because you never really knew him so we didn't think it'd matter." I got up and started to walk to the door. "Where are you going?" asked Daisy.
"To find my brother." I stated and walked out followed by footsteps which I assumed was Ash.