DFoC- Okay folks, this is my first fanfic ever, so please be nice to me. you can review if you want to, or don't if you don't want to. no flamers, or else i will send them back to you via all my fire Pokemon. and i have a lot of them. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (okay so I only have 19, but combined with my electric makes…add the four, carry the one…37) okay that's kinda pathetic, but i have over 120 Pokemon, so just remember that when you want to send me flames each flame i get will randomly draw a card which will have a Pokemon and any attack on it, and that flame will go right back at you, plus any attack on the card right now to my fanfic. Mr. Moviephone, if you please.

Mr. Moviephone- clears throat Death Fox of Chocolate does not own Pokemon in any way, shape, or form, but she does own some of the characters (such as M...)

DFoC- DON'T RUIN IT, MR. MOVIEPHONE! slaps forehead, leaving a big red welt Why do I even bother some days?

Mr. Moviephone- Hehe. Sorry DFoC. smiles sheepishly while rubbing back of neck

DFoC- Augh! Just continue.

Mr. Moviephone- Death Fox of Chocolate owns the plot and the story, and some of the characters, but not all of them, me, or Pokemon, either show, game, or monsters (even though she wishes she did).

DFoC- I HEARD THAT! anime vein appears in head and fist is up by face Oh, forget it. Here's the fanfic. Don't even try to run, Mr. Moviephone! Mr. Moviephone slinking away, then runs full speed while being chased by me)


"Melanie Anne Hart, get up right now!" A girl with a bright pink tank top and blue shorts with a Squirtle on them slowly moved a pillow from her light bubble-gum pink hair. "Melanie, if you don't wake up this instant, you're going to be late! And your breakfast is getting cold." Melanie opened her amber eyes and stared up at the alarm clock above her head.

"Oh come on. I can't believe that it's 5:30. And my name is Mel!" she yelled the last part down to her mother. All she heard was a groan, and she got up to get ready. She grabbed her towel hanging over her chair and headed to the bathroom trying not to trip on the family pet, a cute little Growlithe puppy lying in the doorway. "Oi! You are a crazy pup, huh Moki?" The reply was the Growlithe pup rolling onto its back and smiling. Mel laughed and hugged the pup. "Yea, but I guess you're my crazy pup," she said. Moki agreed by nibbling her ear and then licking her face. Mel stood up and nudged the Pokemon with her foot. "Why not go sleep in Kal's room, huh?" Moki got up, stretched, and walked into the room across the hall from where he just was.

Mel rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and got out to get dressed. She chose a baby blue shirt with sleeves ending at her elbows with the phrase 'Love me...or else!' with a smiley face that had devil horns on it inside of a heart with angel wings. The attached hood had light purple ears that Mel had sewn on herself. She still had the scars to prove it. She also chose some short, faded blue jean shorts with fringes, because they were cutoffs from previous jeans she owned, that ended at about mid-thigh. She also added some black stretch tights underneath that ended just above her knees. She had on a pair of old, beat-up blue sneakers and some light blue wrist gloves with the fingers cut out down to above her knuckles. Mel didn't feel too much like messing with her hair, so she just put it up in a low ponytail with a bunch of loose strands. After she was dressed, she went downstairs to see her mom taking a plate of food out of the microwave. Mrs. Hart set the plate on the table in front of Mel.

"Here you go hon. It's your favorite," she said in a sing-song voice. Mel looked at the plate and frowned. 'Why does my plate look ready to jump up and attack me or something?' Mel thought. There were two eggs, sunny-side up, cut into perfect circles with a piece of bacon twisted upward to make it look like a smiling face.

"Thanks mom," she said to her mother with total sarcasm, which her mother didn't get, then grabbed a cup of juice and the bacon strip. The juice was gone in three gulps, and she nibbled into the bacon as she headed out the door. "Bye. See ya later mom!" She tried not to slam the door so she wouldn't wake up her brother Kal.

"Don't you want to finish your...eggs?" Her mother was cut off by the door. Mrs. Hart gave a big sigh. "Oh well." Mrs. Hart picked up the plate and grabbed a red note that was under it. 'Guess she'll find her surprise later,' she thought, pulling a pokeball out of her apron pocket and heading up to her daughter's room.