Weeks had passed, and the little girl was getting used to the way things worked around the orphanage. Everyone would get up at dawn, eat some of the gross, lumpy, sorry excuse for what they called food, begin working on toys until the sun set, eat more of that disgusting food, then sleep. On weekends, the children would get an hour outside at around noon, but have to work for two hours more after sunset. There would be a box outside full of broken old toys that couldn't be sold, a couple of deflated, dirty balls, and even some paper.

When the children heard the Headmistress ring the bell, they knew it was time to go outside. They immediately put down the toys they were working on, and rushed outside to the back of the building where it was fenced in with barbed wire sitting at the top. It was just about the only thing here that wasn't dirty, broken, or unstable. The little girl stepped outside to the same bleak scene, an area a bit smaller than the orphanage building, brown patches of grass with even browner dirt, some rocks littered about the place, and a couple small bushes that were growing between the fence. But the little girl didn't care, this was her short freedom before going back in the cold and dark orphanage, and she would savour every second of it. The other children already rummaged through the box, so all that was left was a cracked wheel from a toy car, a few rocks that got kicked in, and some paper that was rough and ripped in some parts.

The girl grabbed the paper and sat by the bushes with a pencil she had tucked away in her pocket earlier. She would do this every time the children got to go outside, since she hated toys now from making them all day. The other kids would see her and start calling her names, Art Freak, Wierdo, Loser, and even Abandoned Girl and Orphan. Which was ironic, because all of them were orphans too. But she didn't care, she wasn't even really paying attention anymore. She would just zone out of the rest of the world and draw little things, flowers, clouds, anything that made her feel happy and free. Once she even saw a wild Pidgey sitting on top of the fence. She tried to draw it, but the other kids started throwing rocks at it and chased it off. She wanted to tell them to stop, but she knew they would probably start throwing rocks at her too. So she just kept to herself as much as she could and tried to stay out of their way.

As the little girl was drawing, she thought she heard the bushes rustling. She paused and turned around, but she didn't see any movement. She kept still for a moment, then went back to drawing. A bit later she heard the leaves moving again, but she didn't turn around this time. Her pencil strokes became slower as she was trying to focus on where in the bush the movement was coming from. She stopped, and heard the movement stop as well. She smiled, and put her pencil on the ground beside her.

"Do you want to see?"

The little girl turned towards the bushes and held up her paper. There was silence for a bit, but then something in the bushes slowly creeped up to her, and poked it's head out. It was a little black fox pokemon with a cute red-tipped tuft on top of it's head.

"What's you're name?"

The pokemon hesitated a bit.

"I'm Z-Zorua..." It said.

"Nice to meet you Zorua," She smiled. "I would tell you my name, except I don-"

"W-Wait, do you really understand me?!" Zorua exclaimed.

"Y-Yes?" The girl answered. "Doesn't everyone?"

Zorua shook it's head. "Humans can't understand pokemon, at least thats what I thought... You're the first one I met that can!"

The little girl's face dropped. Is that true? She thought. She turned towards the other kids far away from her. Is that the reason... why they hate me? Am I a freak to them? She shook it off. She didn't care what they thought of her anymore.

A loud clanging rang through the area, acompanied by the Headmistress's screaming, "GET BACK INSIDE NOW!" The little girl sighed and picked up her pencil and paper.

"Sorry, I have to go. Will you be here tomorrow?" She asked.

"Sure, but... you didn't tell me your name!" Zorua said quickly as the little girl started running back to the building.

"I don't have one, I lost my memory." The girl called to it.

"I-I'll think of one for you then!" Zorua yelled, but the girl was already inside.