Chapter 1
~10 Years Later~
"Looks like
Team Rocket's blasting off agaaaaaaaaaain!" Meowth, Jessie, and I screamed.
Once again, that pathetic 10-year-old and his equally pathetic Pikachu had
blasted us off. Why don't we just quit this stupid job, I moaned
inwardly as I was hurled through the air. Because if you do, you'll have to
go back home and face Jessibelle, a voice answered.
I sighed.
This wasn't the first time I had considered going home. There was always an
inward battle going on inside me, one voice telling me that going home was the
best choice, the other saying I should stay. Personally, I don't know. If I
went back home, I would have to follow "The Rules of Society" and be a
gentleman, always acting formal and so unlike myself. Either that or get
paralyzed by Jessibelle's stupid Oddish. On the other hand, I could stay with
Jessie and Meowth, get blasted off everyday by a Pikachu, sleep outside, grovel
to Jessie, and eat what is possibly the worst canned food on the planet.
Tough choice,
isn't it? That's why I usually do whatever Jessie says. I already have enough
to worry about without having to make more decisions, and Jessie likes being in
control.
"Oomph!" I
heard Jessie land on the ground beside me. "Oomph!" Now it was my turn to be
winded. "Meeee-ouch!" And that would have to be Meowth.
Jessie pulled
me to my feet. "James, this is no time to be lying around!"
"But Jessie,
I fell on a rock," I whined.
She slapped
me. "We have to get going." She marched off, and I followed, just like always.
Meowth brung up the rear. "Hey, what's dat?" he pointed to a sign.
We walked up
to it. It was a flyer for some missing kid, no big deal. But Jessie was gaping
in awe. "James, the boy in this picture looks just like....you."