HACkEd
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Data is an art form. Each number changing to coincide with it's brother, except it has already changed to match it's sister. Thus creating a butterfree of change throughout all of the numbers.
A hacker can use the changes to there advantage. A hacker can turn the butterfree into a catterpie, then change it into a weedle.
A hacker can do anything.
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I learned how to code at a young age. I figured out the different symbols and meanings with ease thanks to books and Internet tutorials. Soon, I could never figure out what life would be out without coding.
Then I found out about hacking; you could do anything you wanted! I learned of ways to hack into bank accounts, as well as hacking into personal computers. I soaked in the information like a dry sponge. I learned about weaknesses in Bill's pokémon storage system. Flaws that allowed certain people to take out other people's pokémon. Flaws that allowed you to duplicate objects. Flaws that let you cheat through life.
I couldn't wait until I turned ten.
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My birthday was in two days.
I had already planned through everything. What my starter was going to get, what pokémon I was going to catch, and most importantly, how far until the first pokémon center. Only one problem...
"Sweet cake, you can't have a charmander." My mother told me as she chopped up some carrots with a large kitchen knife.
"But Red's gettin' ah charmander!" I stomped my foot on the tile floor. It was no fair, Red and Green were both getting a pokémon; yet I wasn't allowed to get one.
"Young lady's do not participate in pokémon battlin'." My mother scolded me as she pushed the freshly cut carrots into a small pot with the kitchen knife. She then grabbed the pot and put it under the sink's spout. I crossed my arms in frustration while my mother turned the hot water on.
"But I wanna pokémon battle!" I scowled at my mother in distaste. "It's no fair." I grumbled under my breath.
"If you were suppose'd to have been a trainer then you would of been born a boy." My mother pulled the pot out from under the water and set it on the stove. I remained silent. "You can't argue with logic." My mother added after she turned on the stove.
"What if I turned into ah boy? Would you then let me go?" I let my arms fall to my sides. My mother let out a small sigh.
"You can't turn into a boy, you're a girl. You will always be a girl, and nothing can change that." My mother pointed to a drawer. "Hand me the large spoon won't cha?" I silently told her to get it herself and stomped towards the drawer. I yanked the drawer out, the utensils clattering against each other. I then pulled out a spoon and slammed it on the counter next to my mother.
"There..." I shot her a dirty look. My mother picked up the spoon and started stirring the boiling carrots without a second glance. I stuck out my tongue at her.
"If your going to be a brat then you won't have dinner." My mother almost sung to me. I sucked back in my tongue and crossed my arms in frustration. My mother was such a pain.
"It's no fair! I should be allowed to be a trainer! May gets to be ah trainer!" May was one of my friends who used to live here in pallet town, she even got a rare pokémon from her grandpa that wasn't even from Kanto! But her mom disappeared one day without a trace, her dad then took her and they moved to Hoenn without even saying goodbye.
"She isn't a trainer, she just has a pokémon as a pet." My mother countered.
"Then can I have ah pokémon as a pet?" I looked up at my mother pleadingly.
"No." My mother lifted the large wooden spoon out of the now boiling water and eyed the chopped up carrot.
I let out a groan as I tilted my head back. "Why?" I snapped my head back up and shot her a stink eye. "I'm almost ten! I should be able to take care of ah pokémon!" I put my hand on my chest for emphasis. My mother shot me a disbelieving look.
"You'll just run away." My mother quipped. She lifted the spoon closer to her mouth and ate the entire carrot piece. "Hand me the salt." My mother reached out her hand. I took the salt from the spice cabinet behind my mother and shoved it into her hand. My mother then sprinkled it over the boiling carrots with much gusto.
"What if I w-"
"No." my mother interrupted before I could finish.
"How abou-"
"No." My mother spoke more sternly.
"Not even i-"
"No." My mother repeated as she sat down the wooden spoon.
"Bu-"
"No!" My mother jerked to look down at me. Her eyes slightly red. "You are never going to be a trainer and that's final!" My mother all but screeched at me. Her calm composure melted as fury washed over.
I clenched my fists as my eyes started to water. I can too be a trainer! I could be the best trainer in the world if my mother would let me! I could even be the champion! How dare she refuse my dream! How dare she! I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!
"...I hate you..." My voice was barely above a whisper. My mother reeled back in shock as I turned on my heel and darted out of the kitchen. My thoughts crashed together like confused waves as I ran up the stairs to the second story of the house. I turned the corner as a door came into view. I shoved it open and then shut it just as quickly. I turned around and propped my back against the door.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I rubbed my fists into my vision until I saw spots. This wasn't happening! I felt myself sink onto the floor. I'm going to be the best trainer in the world! I pulled my knees up to my chest and felt something wet run down my cheeks. I hiccuped while I attempted to rub the liquid weakness away.
No, my mom's wrong! I'm going to be the best trainer in all of Kanto! I clambered onto my feet and made a b-line towards my closet. If my mother wasn't going to let me be a trainer, then I was going to be one by myself! I pushed the brown, sliding closet door open and reached my hands into the darkness. I yanked out a tan, one strapped backpack and tossed it towards my bed. I reached into the darkness and pulled out a pair of white shoes that had a red stripe down the side. I reached into the closet one last time and pulled out a teal tang top that had a black stripe on the bottom.
Satisfied with my choices I walked over to my drawers and shuffled through them, looking for a certain red skirt. Eventually my hands came upon the fabric and I pulled it out with a sharp tug. I glanced around for my jacket and found it laying on the floor a few feet away from me. I picked it up and threw it in the general direction of my bed. I searched around for my teal socks and found that I was already wearing them.
One mental face palm later I switched my clothes so that I was wearing everything I needed. I felt on top of my head, only to find I didn't grab my white, Premier ball hat. I eyed my room looking for the white hat, and found it sitting casually on the end of my bed. I scowled at my hat and snatched it away from the bed.
I pulled my hat's brim down onto my head and walked towards the window. I pulled the window halfway up before I heard a voice.
"Blue, can I come in?" I heard my mom hesitantly ask through the door. I froze. I looked around my room for a place to hide, eventually settling to hide under my bed. I dove for my hiding spot as the door cracked open. I froze under the bed as my mothers feet came in the room. "Blue?" My mother's voice was filled with worry. My mother walked over to the half open window, and I assume she looked outside. "Oh my god..." Her voice trailed off as I watched her legs shook.
My mother abruptly ran out of my room, but I dare not move yet. I heard her terror stricken voice outside calling my name. I crawled out from under my bed and darted to the corner of my room, where my PC remained dormant. I flipped it open and turned it on. The apple logo shining brightly.
My mothers voice was getting farther away. I needed to hurry.
I clicked onto Pokéchat and adjusted the settings so I wasn't being tracked. I typed quickly into the chat.
Blue176: Red, Green chat now!
I clicked send and minimized the chat. I unplugged my Laptop charger and shoved it into my backpack. My PC pinged.
Red9000: Whats up?
Blue176: Set your chat to private now! Delete these messages ASAP!
I grabbed my phone and set it on airplane mode.
GreenizAwesome: What do you want blue?
Blue176: Guys we might be leaving sooner then expected.
Red9000: Alright changed settings and deleted the messages...Why are we leaving two days early?
GreenizAwsome: sweet we get to leave early!
Blue176: No. Not sweet, just pack your things and head to the meeting place. No time to explain.
I grabbed my phone charger and stuffed it into my backpack. I also grabbed a pillow off of my bed and stuffed it on top of my electronics.
Red9000: What did you do now Green?
GreenizAwsome: I didnt do anything! Why do you always think im the one who did something?!
Red9000: Because you usually are the one who does something.
GreenizAwsome: No! You are usually the one who gets in trouble!
Red9000: No! You are!
GreenizAwsome: No!
Red9000: Yes you are!
GreenizAwsome: Shut up!
I growled at them and quickly typed into the chat.
Blue176: It would be nice if you guys packed sometime this year!
I logged off and shut down my computer. I slammed my fist onto my desk in frustration.
"Idiots." I then stuffed my computer into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I adjusted the strap so the weight was more bearable on my shoulder.
I looked over my room one more time. Did I forget anything?
I paused as my hand wrapped around my door knob. This might be the last time I see my room for a long time.
I clenched the door knob tighter and walked out of the room without looking back.
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