Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

A/N: This one has no dialogue... It is also pretty short too. It's more or less Misty's musings.

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For years she lived in the shadows of her three older sisters. For years she was always compaired to them over every little thing. For years she was put down because she could never compaire with anything they did, epecially how they looked or what they did. Seemingly no matter which way the wind blew, she was inferior to their superiority.

The years of let downs and rude off comments made by many forced her to become often short tempered. She shut herself off from others. The young red headed girl locked her secrets, thoughts and feelings away. After years of being ridiculed she forced herself to be independant. She trained her pokemon to be fighters; tough, strong, graceful and agile. She never needed anyone's help, ever.

Turning into an aggressive person she feined being 'strong' she pretended that she didn't have feelings. But, being called ugly does make one believe that they are, even when their clearly not. It breaks down your self-esteem. It leaves your heart torn into pieces, any and all positive comments about looks or whatever have you were all passed on to her sisters.

She decided one day to leave her home. That morning she cut her long gorgeous paegent like hair and gave herself a simple bob. She took her bike and rode it until she could not go any longer. When she became too exhausted to go any farther she came to a forest by a river near a clearing, in between two towns she sat. It was inpossible for any more tears to stream down her tired and puffy eyes, no longer being able to cry anymore. Nothing interesting happened until much later in the afternoon, the very day she got there. She met someone who would change her life forever. Further more, someone who would break down the thick barriers she put up. She fell in love, something she never expected in her wildest dreams to happen. That sort of thing was saved for fairy tales, kind of like her ' perfect' sisters, not her.

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A few years later after meeting the boy that would and did change her life, she had to leave him. It wasn't even her choice to leave his side, no that was of course the work of her selfish sisters. She did not want to leave someone she grew so close to in only a couple of years. She was torn because she wanted to stay by his side.

As time went on their friendship thickened and continued to grow. In that same time, she too blossomed into someone whom gave her sisters a run for their money. This alleged ugly ducklett surpassed them in more ways than one. She was like a beautiful graceful swanna. Now a young women, she recieved many compliments and smiles. She had many admirers but felt those men were better suited for her sisters. She felt they were superficial, like them. No, there was one young man whom her heart chose. Someone who she has grown so close with and missed with every fiber of her being. He changed her life. He made her happy in ways she could never imagine. The day they were married, he made her feel like a princess, he gave her everything she wanted for their special day. She woke up every day being thankful that he came into her life.

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Now a women in her early twenties Misty Ariel Ketchum was awake laying in her bed beside her passed out husband. She mused over how, before she met him she felt ugly and unwanted. Now, she's thankful because he showed her that she was as far away from ugly as humanly possible and to never ever liken herself to that word again. He showed her heart and compassion. He paid her compliments and he meant every word. Ash Ketchum let her know he loved her and he will always love her. He told her every day how he felt and his opinion of her will never ever sway. The man was as genuine as it gets, he was good to her.

Sitting up she realized in all her musings and silent thoughts that she can be thankful for all the let downs and countless put downs. She would never have met this incredible man on her left. He tore down her defenses, he brought down the thick walls she built up. She calmed down, no longer rash and hot headed. She was no longer as independent as she once was. It was all because of him and his love, his love for her. She was so thankful that she never once viewed her as 'ugly'. He thought her sisters were, their superficiality is what made them 'ugly', not her.

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