Hey. I started this little project about three years ago, in one of my writing notebooks. I hope to update daily, but I'm not a super-fast typist when it comes to typing up stuff previously written down. I also have to edit it, so it's better writing, and easier to read. I hope you enjoy this! I own nothing!

Jessie's POV

I looked around. The best word to use here is 'lost'. Or more like 'totally lost'. Or 'so superbly lost, that you have an intense craving for ice cream', but you get the point.

After getting blasted off again by the twerps we got separated. (We'll get them one day!) This happens quite often, I'm sure you know, but usually we find each-other far quicker. In this case, I feel like I've been walking in circles for the past hour, and it's getting dark. GRRROWL….I'm also quite hungry.

I call James' name, then Meowth's, then just 'help!', but it doesn't get me very far, except for the fact that my throat is getting dry and my feet hurt.

Suddenly, I hear a twig snap behind me.

"James? Meowth? That's not funny, you know. I've been looking for you for hours!"

But of course it wasn't James or Meowth, because this story of mine would be over at only 158 words. I'm the great Jessie. I deserve a novel.

Team Galactic stepped out from behind the trees. I was contemplating asking them if they had food, but…that didn't seem like a good idea. Personally, I hate Team Galactic with a passion. Not because they're smarter, better dressed, and more successful than us, but…yeah. That's definitely why.

In the front was purple hair, Jupiter is her name? (Pfft…more like 'Stupider'! That was pretty bad.) She had three other agents behind her who I didn't know. They're grunts, I believe, for they all have the same, retarded, bowl-cut hair-do. It's pretty scary, even coming from me, who uses about sixteen cans of hairspray a week.

The grunts grabbed me, but Jessica never went down without a fi-

"Ow!"

I was tied up in ropes, then dragged over to Jupiter, who stood condescendingly over me. She stared at me for a minute in silence, and I reluctantly stared back. Then she slapped me and walked off, and I worked to hold back a cry. I knew I probably had a white imprint of her hand left on my face.

"Bring her to headquarters."

She disappeared into the woods after the grunts replied a 'yes sir!' and the grunts turned to me.

Where are James and Meowth when I really need them? Even though I'd never say it aloud, I really miss James right now.

Picking me up, the three agents began to run through the forest, to headquarters, but I got dizzy and lost consciousness. It all went black.

I woke up to the smell of mold to see Jupiter, Mars, and Saturn all standing around me. Oh God. The three morons, all in one place. If stupidity was contagious, I'd be dead. Past dead. Ugh…

Jupiter, being her arrogant self, spoke first. "Nice and easy, right?"

Mars smirked. Oh, I would SO kill her if I could get my hands on her…

Saturn spoke next, his boring voice about putting me back to sleep. "Let's go. We'll just leave her here." I quickly looked around to find myself in a dark, damp, dungeon. If alliterations were important here, I would've won, but I was in a jail cell right now. Grammar wouldn't get me anywhere.

The three musketeers stepped through the door, closing it behind them.

"Bye!" They all said. Idiots…I was super pissed off now. If only I had taken yoga like James told me-where are they?

Minutes passed, but it seemed more like days. SO…HUNGRY…NEED….FOOD…I'm like a character from the Sims, if you don't feed me, my bar goes down to red, and I get in a terrible mood. My stomach growled, and I'm sure that the entire headquarters heard it. Grabbing my stomach, I hunched over painfully.

I had to get out of here.

I struggled to get up with the ropes, but did stand, then shuffled a few inches toward the door. Almost immediately I had to stop to take a few deep, strangled breaths, and then continued until I tripped. My head smacked loudly against the wall, and my reflexes couldn't do anything since I was completely tied up.

Laying on the dirt floor, knees against my chest, head gashed open and bleeding, I screamed. And guess what? It did nothing. My screams were weak, barely intelligible. But I did it again, and without knowing, I suddenly started screaming like crazy. It took me a while to even know what I was screaming. I was screaming like crazy for help. Help from James. I knew he couldn't hear me, but that didn't stop me.

I soon cried myself to sleep in despair. This was hopeless.