Disclaimer: Pokemon equals not mine plus super awesome corniness.

Summary: Fifteen in a world where ten-year-olds get to go adventuring with Pokemon? That calls for some serious teenage rebellion. The run-away-from-home kind.

AN: Abe is so much fun!

Ok, so...

I've been cooking for myself since I suddenly became allergic to Mac&Cheese when I was 4 and a half. Don't ask me how the allergy thing works, I don't freakin' know.

Anyway, I thought I'd know what kind of food to get, right? I mean, I've read practically every camping/Pokemon/travelling book in existence. At least, the ones that exist in town.

But nope, here I am, in my family's supermarket at four in the morning, 'gifting' myself with everything I needed, staring at the entire row of non-perishable foods that was the second to last item on my list of supplies required, and I barely fought back the urge to hurl.

Half of one side, coincidentally the one closest to me, was filled with Mac&Cheese and Spam. I hate Spam. And I'm allergic to Mac&Cheese.

Blerg.

I turned around, feeling like I'd compete with the Grinch on greenness, and walked stiffly to the other end of the isle.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the new side of the isle, and sagged in relief. Pickles. Tuna. Canned soups. Dehydrated fruit. Canned veggies. Nori (dried seaweed). There was even half-gallon thermos that came with Kool-Aid packets. Yum.

Hallelujah! I'm saved from an early death on the road.

My large messenger bag, surprisingly not another 'gift' from the supermarket, but something I'd traded a backpack for with a classmate, felt significantly heavier with all that food and my new favorite thermos, but I was happy that I wouldn't starve.

Next stop: the cosmetics isle.

I've always wanted to change how I look, just for fun, and it would be a good idea anyway since I'd probably have cops lookin' for me after this stunt. Well, it was Ma's fault for trusting a teenager with the keys and alarm codes to a supermarket in the first place. Practically begging me to steal stuff... and money. Only a couple hundred, honest. Don't want to bankrupt my Ma, no matter how much I'd wanted to when I realized she'd named me Maybell.

Well, after a few minutes, I found what I wanted.

With supplies in hand I walked to the bathroom and came out twenty minutes later looking like a new man, er, woman.

Normally I have dirty-blonde hair about to my waist and light grey eyes.

With some help from hair dye and colored contacts, a girl with super-short black hair and blue-green eyes took my place.

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Abbie (Abe), Pokemon traveler extraordinaire!

I'm so excited!

Of course, considering the supermarket opens at five and it was four fifty, I better get the hell outta here!

So, bag bouncing heavily against my hip, I ran off into the night and towards my new life of adventuring.

Well, I would, if that didn't sound so bloody corny. CUT!