"Get up! Get up all 'a ya's!" A lady screams down the dormitories. I hear other girls moan and groan as the shades are pulled back. Emitting clouds of tiny dust particles and rays of sunshine.
"What time is it?" I ask myself. I lift my wrist to check my watch.
"Get up you Bum!" The lady bellows in my ear and flips my mattress over.
I land on the floor hard on my stomach. I guess it doesn't matter what time it is. The moderator who had woken me up tells all the girls to get dressed into our Team Rocket uniforms. We were then to file downstairs where we would be suited to a partner after certain tests. I can't really say that I'm nervous, or excited. I just know that I've had bad luck with men for as long as I can remember.
How the heck are they going to choose these partners anyway? Don't we at least get our pick or say? I don't want to be stuck with this nasty or rude or impolite, or unsanitary or stupid…crude guy for the rest of my 'career'. This whole organization was stupid anyways. Just look at their motto! 'All Pokemon will be used for the benefit of Team Rocket', or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying.
I am then seated in a small cubical and given a piece of paper with multiple choice and opinion questions on it. About fifteen in all. This wasn't going to be that hard, I think to myself. But no matter what, I am going to have to shape up and act tough. I'm not going to cry like a baby, I'm going to use intelligent idiom and do my actions smoothly. I don't want my partner, whoever he ends up to be, to think I'm some sort of lost, little, rich, prissy girl that lived down the street. I'm going to be a tough woman.
The pieces of paper were collected by an overseer and quickly scanned over. They then escorted all of us girls down yet another hallway and into a small waiting room. I take a seat and start to read one of the Pokemon People Magazines that were on the table in the middle of the room. I just cross my legs and bob my foot up and down as I read, waiting for something to happen.
One by one, girl's names were called from the intercom overhead. This one particular girl gave me quite a snide look as she exited. I recall her name being Cassidy. She was a pretty girl, but had a very evil glint in her eye.
After a while. "Jessie."
I stand up and put my magazine back down on the table and exit the room. I walk down to room 16C, which I was directed to, and knock on the door. A faint and odd laugh came from inside. It sounded like he was being tortured in a way. Someone else told me to come in, so I do.
I open the door to see the back of one head, and the face of another. This room was deluxe! And…the man facing me must be the boss. He sat at a large desk with a fancy phone and a cozy chair. A Persian sat at his feet, purring softly to his scratch. He motions me to sit down next to the boy whose back was facing me. I didn't look at him, but kept looking straight ahead. All I know is that he had…purplish-blue hair.
"You must be Jessie." The boss said.
"Yes, sir." I nod.
"Well…welcome to Team Rocket."
"Thank you, sir."
The boss clears his throat and continues. "Well, we are very eager to set you out on a mission. I bet you're anxious as well." He gives a small chuckle. "We just don't send people out alone, I bet you've noticed. We partner people up; a guy and a girl most likely. But in you two's case, a third will be added on. I don't really know if this one will be counted as a person, but he definitely is a comrade. Now, Jessie, do you have a Pokemon already?"
"Yes, sir."
"What kind?"
"I have an Ekans, sir." I reply.
The boss smiles. "That's great. The only thing left is to introduce you to your new partner. Jessie, this is James."
I finally turn my head to look at the teen next to me. He turns his head to look at me, also. He had a loose hair flying across the middle of his face and he had very sensitive-looking green eyes. He looked like a nice guy. A kid almost, I would say. One side of his mouth twitched and he smiled for a portion of a second. I do the same.
James and I are dismissed and are sent down another hall to go pick up that third person to our little team. I felt, actually, kind of anxious. I had so many questions buzzing around my head that I wanted to ask my new partner.
"James?"
"Yes, what do you want?" His voice sounded like a kid's too. Serious, yet fun-going. I liked it.
"May I ask you something?" I say.
"You just did, but you can ask another question if that was what you were aiming for in the first place." James replies coolly.
"Ah, yes." I blush in embarrassment. "Well, how are you?"
"Good."
"I guess this is it, huh? We're going to spend a lot of time together. I hope we get along. From what I take it, those tests were like personality quizzes. That might mean we're a lot alike." I ramble.
"Look, Jessie." James stops walking. He looked so stern.
"I'm sorry." I say automatically.
"Look, Jessie." He repeats. "Yes, it's true that we are going to spend a lot of time together, and frankly, I don't care. But there is something you have to learn before we go through with this. This whole mess is like one big puzzle. We're all little tiny pieces. And somehow, I'm sad to say, you don't fit!"
I am shattered. "James…I'm sorry, I, uh."
"Let's just go!" James starts to walk off to the next room.
I follow with a frown. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy or as fun as I thought. I just wanted to get along with this guy. I wanted him to like me. Oh well, I guess I can always commit suicide or something on one of our missions. No, that's not an answer. I'll just have to work it out with James, that's all. Maybe he was right though. Maybe I am like a puzzle piece…I don't seem to fit anywhere.