Unknown Stories
A small girl
aged four years or so, walked in the beautiful apple garden. She had a small
blue dress on, small pigtails on both sides of her head, curling into spirals
till her shoulders, and big blue eyes, which she was using to decide which
apple she should pick, for she was very hungry. Her mother didn't have a lot of
money, and she was mostly gone, so she had to take care of her own food. Mostly
that wasn't a problem, she would look at people with a cute smile, or she would
pick an apple, but now there was a new guard for the apple yard, so she had to
sneak in. She climbed up in the tree, which was a very difficult thing to do,
the tree was very high and her legs weren't very developed yet. She could
almost reach the apple. Almost, just a little more, she thought. She reached
out her small hand to it's full length. Suddenly the branch, on which she was
standing, cracked, and she fell on the ground. Hard. She screamed because of
the pain, then she heard the new guard above her screaming yelling what was
going on. She quickly stood up and ran away under the shadows of the trees,
hoping not to get caught. She ran until she was breathless, and looked around
her. This sure was a big apple garden! She was still in it. Suddenly she saw a
Pokemon standing beside her, offering her the apple that had fallen of the tree
she fell out. She stroke it's head, and it gave her a soft nudge, urging her to
continue. She didn't know what kind of Pokemon it was, as she didn't know
Pokemon at all. Her mother would know. She was part of Team Rocket, although
she had told her mother many times that she should quit. She wouldn't want to,
the girl didn't know why. If she was home, she would always look at how her
mother was brushing her long, pretty hair. The girl wished she would look like
her someday, or even come close to it. She didn't think anyone could be as
pretty as her mother. Her father she had never known, he'd left before she was
born. There were rumours that her father left her mother, but she didn't believe
them. Who would leave her beautiful mother? She did have a nasty temper
sometimes, but that was because she was afraid to show her feelings, and
because she wasn't allowed to in her job at Team Rocket. He was dead, she was
sure of it. Her father was dead. There was no other way. She had seen a picture
of her mother and him once, with a Meowth in-between. They were smiling,
seeming so happy. No, he couldn't have left her. Her father had beautiful
blue-purple hair. It was a strange colour, but somehow, it suited him.
She took the
apple from the Pokemon's paws, and cuddled it. The Pokemon snuggled in her
arms, suddenly very attached. She could see, even with her Pokemon knowledge,
that it was really lonely and wounded. She took it in her arms, which was a
very hard thing to do, for the Pokemon was bigger than she was. She ran to the
Pokecenter of the city, which wasn't, thankfully, very far. She learned from
nurse Joy, that it was very wounded, but would survive. She asked what it was
called, and Joy said that it was a Raichu. After a few days of taking care of
Raichu together with nurse Joy, she could take the Raichu with her. Raichu
wanted to stay with her, so she took it home with her. She named the Raichu
Thunder, and Thunder went on very well with the Meowth at home. They soon were
the best friends. When her mother got home, she was happy to see that her
daughter had made a new friend, she immediately loved the Raichu also. She
would only stay for a couple of days, then she would have to go again on a
mission. The girl was very sad, but she understanded that her mother had to go,
because it would soon be Christmas, and she wanted to give her 'little sweetie'
something else besides snowgrasboard, food made of snow and soy sauce. The girl
loved it, but mother would not want to hear it. So a few days later, she left.
The girl looked at her mother secretly when she brushed her hair that morning,
and Raichu sensed that her new master and friend was very sad. Her mother told
the girl to look after the Meowth if she wouldn't come back. The girl was so
scared when her mother said that, that she couldn't stop crying when her mother
took her picture just to be able to look at her when she was at the other side
of the world. She softly whispered that she promised she would come back,
because she loved her and would never leave her because she did so. She hugged
her daughter tightly, not feeling too secure of making such a promise.
