The second chapter, let's do this. I'm not really good at long chapters so my chapters will be broken down scene-by-scene.

So, I don't own Pokémon and if I did, I would have Ash age and win a real championship.

The first step to correcting a mistake is patience.

Chapter 2

To spare you the bloody and disgusting experience I'll just say this. Being born is more painful than dying. You're being pushed out of a tiny tube and when you're finally in the world you're assaulted by bright lights, loud voices, and the sudden shift of cold temperature.

If it could get any worse there were these monsters that surrounded me. Believe it or not, they were Pokemon. Pokemon who refused to put her down for a nap. They were always holding her and even took turns if it came down to it.

I've been here, in the Pokemon world, for eight months. Not including the time spent in the womb. Eight months of laying in my own shit and having my new mother or her Pokemon change me. If there is a God then they at least blessed me from having to drink breast milk. There are just some lines you can't cross.

The voices I heard while stuck in the womb were probably my new mother and father arguing. About what, probably my existence. My new mother better get some that child support money. Make that bastard pay.

This wasn't the first time parents didn't want me, in my previous life my mother cheated on her boyfriend and pretended I was his. That is, until the moment of truth when I was born black with two white parents who didn't have a single person of African descent in their families.

Her boyfriend dropped her ass so fast and she dumped me to the local orphanage. Where my Ma adopted me and my brothers.

Sounded like some shit from a soap opera.

Thankfully, it seemed like it was only my father this time who didn't want me. My new mother, Delia, seemed sad and angry at first but she quickly took to taking care of me like a Magicarp to water.

I was in for a shock when Delia put me in front of a mirror. My once dark skin was now only lightly tanned. I had curly auburn hair that I took after Delia besides the curls and my eyes were a steely grey instead of Delia's hazel. Placed at the bottom right corner of my right eye was a beauty mark that I had in my previous life. I was pretty relieved when I saw it, it was familiar and reminded me who I was.

I had no idea when babies start to walk and talk but I was getting tired of having to lay down constantly. So, in full view of my mother and her pokemon, a Mr Mime, Alakazam, and Poliwrath, I tried getting up.

Only to fall flat on my face.

Relearning how to walk is no walk in the park. It was like using your less dominant hand to write, you knew what you wanted to write but the execution turned out to look like shit. It felt alien but I wasn't going to let that deter me.

I tried multiple times to walk but I kept failing. Every time I tried, Delia would be there smiling and encouraging me to get back up and try again. Her positivity was infectious and even her pokemon joined in trying to get me to walk.

The limited freedom I could gain from just walking would be invaluable. So, I just needed to be patient, and I had tons of patience. Once, when I was sixteen, I was making my own cover of, "My Heart Will Go On" and I spent two months practising it for my seven minutes of glory.

When I was placed in my crib that night, tired after all of my attempts even with everyone's encouragement, my body felt sore and although I wasn't able to walk yet, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. Today was the best day I had in a long time. Of course, it wouldn't last.

I should have expected a fucking ghost type pokemon to show up over my crib venomously glaring at me with a single purple eye.

Fucking Aegislash.

So, the second chapter is out. I know it's a bit short but I decided to write this fic scene by scene instead of chapters that reacher 10K words each. I'm not good at writing long chapters but I can do decent enough with 1,500 words more or less. I still don't have a schedule for my book yet but I'll get there.

Who would you have for your travelling partner? Are you a lone Poochenya? Or do you break off and rejoin groups?