You see, when I became fourteen, my life changed. My mom was yelling at me... again. I always skipped school when I didn't feel like learning new stuff (a/n: I wouldn't skip school in real life). Now, I skipped most all the time. Since I don't know the name of my true self, I'll name myself Hannah at ths point. My mom was desprate, so she sent me off to Boot Camp. Of course, I was horrified at this suggestion and sometimes I don't regret what she put me through.
WHen I got onto the bus to go to the camp, I didn't realize that this was going to be one heck of an adventure. Day and night, the bus drove on, into Texas.
"Why Texas?" I asked in my thoughts. One stop they made to pick up a small Mexican boy. He was about ten at the time. This is how I met Rocket Geot, known as Martin as this time. He looked nervously looking for a place to sit on the bus, so he decided to sit next to me.
"Hi," he said shyly.
"Hello," I said. "Where are we headed?" I added in a whisper.
"Boot Camp?" he asked.
"I come from Louisiana," I said.
"Louisiana?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Name's Hannah."
"Mine's Martin," the boy said. "If we are not going to Boot Camp, where are we heading?"
"Don't know," I said as the bus pulled to a stop. I looked outside my window that the bus came to a stop at a very cliffy place.
"Where are we?" Martin asked in a small whisper. A teenager, around sixteen or seventeen, got on the bus.
"Alright," the teenager said in a snarl, which made me wince. "Get your stuff and get off the bus." I looked at Martin for an answer, but he was clueless like I was. As I made my way off the bus, my eyes met the teenage boys eyes with challenge. I snapped my eyes back to attention as I got off the bus. Martin was close behind me, walking with care.
"Hannah," Martin whispered, as he stepped in place by my side. "I'm scared."
"Don't worry Marty," I said. "As long as we are together, we should count as something." We stopped short as everyone was crowded into one area.
"Alright," an adult said in a snarl. "You are here for one reason and one reason only. This is our motto: Where Truth is Reveled. I am Shadow Green Squirtle, the Ablah of Shadow Mists. You are now orphans." I reeled back in shock as Martin stood there with a blank look on his face. How dare this Ablah blah blah, or whatever she calls herself say that Martin and I are orphans.
"You are not allowed any questions," Green Squirtle said. "Please, we fell that questions distracts from the truth. Now, follow a line to receive a number."
"Marin," I said. "To figure this out, we should split up." He looked at me, tears coming up into his eyes. He nodded his head and went to a different line as I followed another. I looked at the group of kids I was in with. There were eighteen in all, counting me. I think I was one of the last ones to receive my number. Anyway, a human girl with snow white hair stood on a small hill.
"Hello," she said in a soft voice. "My name is Shadow Glace. This is my faithful pet, Shadow Glaceon." I noticed besides her was a creature, which I reckonized as a Pokemon.
"A Pokemon? Here on Earth?" I asked in my thoughts.
"I would like it if you would call me Aunt Snowy," Shadow Glace said,
"Why would I call a girl Aunt Snowy?" I asked in my thoughts again. Anyway, a few kids left until I would be 'numbered'. I looked at a young boy that was in front of me. He was to be numbered next. I could barely here is number, although it had to do something with 15. As i walked up to the white haired girl, she gave me a smile.
"Lets see what your number is," the girl said. "Your numbere is- my favorite, 17-01."
"Thank you," I said.
"Thank you what?" she asked. "See, I get to ask questions."
"Thank you Aunt Snowy," I corrected myself.
"Yes darling," the girl said. "I love being called that." I followed number 15 out to the stone canyon.
"Hey you," a boy with spikey hair said, running up me. "Get in postion with those young girls." He pointed to to girls three years younger than me. I nodded in response and took position there. Idon't know what happened, but Martin was suddenly standing by me.
"Their going to sun blink us," he said in a whispering, pleading voice.