GPS: Sorry, this will not be a yuri, but Sabrina will have a relationship with someone in the future. I don't own Pokemon and I hope you like.


I just finished my business in the stall and concentrated on finding the address of my mother. In order to teleport, I had to have a visual of the destination I sought, and considering I haven't seen her house since I was probably 10 and coupled with the fact that many of my memories consisted of the torture I embedded on the trainers I battled, a clear picture wasn't appearing in my mind. I just sighed and stood there hopelessly, trying to think of something that could stir up any memories of my childhood. It made me feel somewhat wretched inside that I couldn't even remember the house of my own mother and father (well, previously since they had separated). I began to murmur to myself but I heard voices coming so I remained quiet. I looked through the cracks of the stall and saw two figures approaching: one was a woman and the other was a little girl, so I figured they must have been mother and daughter.

"Sarah, you got ice cream all over your new outfit!" said the disgruntled mother as she lead her child to the sink and water began running.

"But it was good, mommy!" said the girl as she giggled. The mother sighed and wiped off the mess from her outfit.

Of course! Ice cream! It was one of my favorite treats and one of the very few things in life that made me happy. Memories came in of distant times; I remember being 8 and the ice cream man would come by my neighborhood and I would always get a grape popsicle and he always commented on how well-mannered I was. I would turn around and walk back the long distance it was from the curb to my house where my mother would then say something about spoiling dinner, but she never got mad. The house was well situated in the back of my mind and it all came back to me. I waited for the woman and her daughter to leave so I wouldn't cause a scene and then implored my psychic powers to teleport me back to the location I once called home.


After my countless molecules reformed my shape, I looked around to see the surroundings of a once peaceful childhood I had but destroyed all for the sake of enhancing my powers. Nostalgia seemed to overcome all my senses as I recollected all the precious memories I once had in this suburb that had the Saffron skyline to the east and the distant Celadon skyline to the west. I could see clearly now that more houses were reconstructed and freshly-cut grass filled my nose. I decided to no longer waste time and walked towards the front door and rang the bell. I was surprised that the house was so well kept on the exterior despite the time I had trapped mother as a doll. Maybe my aunt Janelle had been tidying up the place.

"Coming!" I heard from the interior of the house. Despite the fact that I easily could have teleported inside, I more than likely would have driven my mom to have a heart attack due to my almost unrecognizable change. I heard the locks clicking and the wooden door from the inside opened up and I saw her face. My spirits skyrocketed and she opened the door that separated our entities.

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked. I almost gasped that she couldn't recognize me, but my insides were giggly for some reason.

"Mother..." I said quietly. Her eyes grew as big as saucers after I had just said that.

"Oh...my...Sabrina?!" she said almost appalled. I felt my spine get cold because I feared what she was going to say. "Is that you, my precious baby?" She approached me wrapped me in a tight embrace. I nodded and she let go to get a better look at her daughter. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry that I didn't recognize you. I should be ashamed for not noticing my daughter after she's transformed into the spectacular image of a teenager. Why did you change so drastically? And I mean in a good way."

She continued feeding me compliments and I chuckled and I explained to her about how I wanted a brand new approach to life and that my emotions of my former childhood were the reasons behind my motivation. I didn't tell her about my plans of school because I wanted father to hear.

"Where is he-I mean, father?" I said. When I was trapped by my dark self, I always referred to my father as "he"; the man meant nothing to me and would not stop pursuing his goal of reverting me back to the loving daughter of a past that got shattered. I told him I would only acknowledge him as "father" if he could surpass me in abilities and that I would not stoop to his level. Of course, he couldn't surpass me, so I kept calling him "he".

"He will be here soon," mother said. "How did you get here?"

"Teleportation," I answered. "I had to find a memory that allowed me to get here."

"Really?" said mother. "What did you think of?"

"Ice cream." We both started laughing and she let me inside. My nose immediately met the aroma of something cooking and yet...it seemed so familiar in a way. "What is that you're cooking?"

"Fried pork cutlets and miso soup," she explained as she went to check on the soup. "Do you mind setting the table while I finish the last bit of the food?" I nodded and got the utensils from the kitchen drawer and got some nice glass plates and place mats. I set them around the table and brought glasses of water, too. As if on cue, the doorbell rang and I answered it to see it was my father. He wasn't wearing his normal jogging attire I was accustomed to seeing him wear; he had on a nice pair of khakis and a nice white dress shirt with a red tie.

"S-Sabrina?" he stuttered. I merely nodded at him and he continued to stammer at my display.

"Dinner is ready!" said mother. Father went over to her and said, "Karen, it's great to see you again." He planted a small kiss on her cheek and she blushed. "Richard, I never wanted to see you go." She returned a kiss and we made our way to the table and sat down. We quickly said grace and began to serve ourselves food.

"Food smells delicious, dear," he commented. Despite the fact that my parents had been divorced for 5 years, they still remained very good friends and still used terms of endearment to one another. I really hoped that they get back together one day soon and we could resume our lives like nothing had ever happened...although, I can't really just erase all the terrible things I had done...

"Sabrina, is something wrong, sweetie?" said mother. I snapped out of my temporary phase and shook my head slowly.

"Why don't you tell us about your new change in appearance?" asked father.

I nodded and said, "It all has to do with Ash and Haunter. Once Ash left, I thought to myself and reflected the years that have gone by. My personality seems to still have the cold-hearted side while I also have the personality of the doll that kept the emotions I shut off. I went outside and heard girls commenting on each others' fashion, so I decided to go to the Celadon Department Store. I got help with what would be considered in style and so forth, and after I left, I saw Erika, the gym leader of Celadon. We went to a spa and salon afterwards and I got a haircut that symbolizes my character and makeup."

"Very interesting," said mother as she began eating some of the fried pork. "So, I wonder what the challengers at the gym will think of your new appearance."

I was actually quite glad that mother brought that up because I felt it would be difficult to find a way to mention my situation. "Well, there are going to be changes, and I need to deal with them as soon as possible."

"What type of changes?" said father as he ingested some of the soup.

"I'm resigning my position as gym leader," I said rather bluntly. They both gave me a blank stare and silence lingered in the air until father disrupted it.

"So if you leave your position, who will fill in your place?"

"I do not know," I said. "It isn't my concern now. But it isn't official yet. I have to go to the Pokemon League at Indigo Plateau first, which I plan on doing tomorrow."

"What will you do then?" said mother.

I wiped off my mouth and said, "I was talking to Erika while they were painting my nails and cutting my hair, and I've been considering it deeply."

"What, exactly?" said father.

"Going back to school," I said with a small grin. As soon as I finished that, they both dropped their utensils and had their mouths gaping (without food, that is). Somehow, though, I wasn't surprised they acted this way.

"H-honey," said mother a bit shaken, "are you s-sure that's a good idea? You haven't been to school in five years, and I don't know if you have enough social ability to go to school yet. If you went back to school, you'd be in grade five."

"I thought about it," I said with utmost reassurance in my decision and reasoning. "I can undergo an intelligence test (A.N. an academic test, not I.Q) to see what grade my abilities would place me at. But I don't know whom to contact."

"That's easy," said father. "You can use a computer and use this quickly developing tool called the internet and search for institutes that you are looking for."

"I know a great way for you to meet people and socialize," said mother. "You could volunteer at the Pokemon House in Lavender Town. They are always accepting new people and most of them are around your age group."

"Do you really support my decision?" I said to both of them.

"Although I think it is a rather rapid transition, if you are able to handle it and it makes you happy, I will not hold you back," said father. Mother nodded her head in agreement.

I smiled. "I may as well shower and go to bed soon," I said as I took all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I had high hopes and wished the best for me.