Of Course it happens to me!

Okay… so… I had a lot of comments with questions about this story. Well let me tell you something, it will all be answered in this chapter. And it's like you guys don't know what a prologue is. I think I'm gonna cry! By the way, it will always be in my character's POV unless she is sleeping or unconscious.

Sparkly love from sparkleeyes20.

Chapter 2

The boys looked at me with concern. The taller one reached towards me. I back away as far as I could go before pain shot through me. He pulled his hand away. I relaxed a tiny bit. I pulled my knees to my chest with my feet crossed at my ankles.

"Well," I said, "who are you?"

"My name's Reggie," the taller one said, "and this is my younger brother Paul."

I nodded to them both. I let my head sink so that my forehead touched my knees. I looked up so fast that I gave myself a headache.

"Where are they?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Who?" the taller one, Reggie I think it was, asked.

I turned my head to the left to see my two sisters, who are twins, lying in separate beds beside me. I sighed in relief and relaxed the rest of the way. The two boys followed my gaze to my sisters. Reggie turned back to me with a questioning look on his face.

"My two younger sisters," I explained.

He did an 'oh' in understanding. I was watching my sisters rest peacefully when it dawned on me. My Pokémon! Where are they? My hands went to my belt, where I keep my poke balls. My belt was just a belt. I searched around franticly for my bag. That was the only other place they could be. I found my bag on the floor at the bottom of the bed.

"Um… could you… hand me that bag, Reggie?" I asked nervously.

He reached down, picked up my bag, and replied, "Sure, uh…"

"Samantha. Sam for short," I told him as I retrieved my bag from his hand.

I searched the bag using both my sight and touch. My poke balls aren't in here either. I gasped aloud. My poor Pokémon! My poor, poor Pokémon! I removed my hands from bag and sulked. I hope they're okay where ever they are.

"What are you looking for?" Paul asked me, not entertained.

I crossed my arms. Geez! You'd think he was living a horrid life all the time. I sniffed and scowled. Why should I tell him what I'm looking for? That's my business and my business alone. Reggie elbowed Paul lightly.

"Please tell us so we can help you," Reggie said.

I thought for minute on whether I should tell them. I know one thing, Reggie is so better at talking to people nicely than Paul. I sighed, deciding I would tell them.

"My Pokémon. I have quite a few but I don't know how many survived," I said.

I looked down again at the thought of loosing all my Pokémon. My eyes welled up tears. Even if I did loose them all, I know that they all went to the big poke ball in the sky and are in a better place. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stiffened at the sudden touch. My eyes darted to rest on the hand. I let my eyes travel up the hand's arm to rest on Reggie's face. I relaxed when I saw it was him. He rubbed my shoulder in reassurance.

"Don't worry. I'll help you find them. Even if Paul doesn't, I'll find your Pokémon," he said.

I nodded to him in thanks and wiped the tears out of my eyes. I heard the door to the room opened. I looked up to see Officer Jenny coming over to my bed. I watched her walk over and lean down to look into my eyes. I stared at her steadily, never letting my eyes leave hers.

"Who are you? And who are they?" she asked, motioning to my sisters at the last question.

"I'm Samantha. Those two," I motioned to my sisters before continuing, "are my younger sisters Vivian and Emily."

"Are they twins?"

"Yes, they're twins but in very different phases right now."

"What's your last name Samantha?"

"VanHerran. Samantha, Vivian, and Emily VanHerran"

"Whoa! VanHerran?" Reggie interrupted, "you mean like THE VanHerran?"

"Yeah," I replied.

Officer Jenny just looked at me with confusion before her face turned to understanding.

"You're the eldest daughter Tryon and Wenda VanHerran aren't you?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

"Who?" Paul asked, actually confused.

Shock! He has feelings!

"Mr. and Mrs. VanHerran. They are, or were, some of the greatest people who worked with Pokémon. Tryon VanHerran was one of the greatest Pokémon trainers ever, his wife, Wenda VanHerran, was one of the greatest coordinators who ever lived, and his father, Drake VanHerran, was the greatest breeder ever," Reggie explained to Paul.

I sighed. I hated that everyone knew me by my family. I don't want people to like me because I'm rich. I want people to like me for my skills and the type of Pokémon I have. Reggie turned to me with the biggest grin on his face ever.

"Your grandfather is a true inspiration to me Sam! He's the one who I saw and told myself that's what I want to be when I grow up. I would love to meet him," he said with the smile still on his face.

"Well then you're just out of luck," I told him.

His face fell, "Why?" he asked.

"He passed away from old age a month ago," I said sadly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said quickly.

"It's alright. You didn't know," I told him.

Reggie and Jenny spoke to each other about my parents and grandfather. I looked to my sisters once again. I really hope they're okay. As the eldest living member of the VanHerran family, I've got to take care of my sisters, our Pokémon, and myself. Shouldn't be too hard right? Right? I was still in my own thoughts when I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I jumped slightly at the warmth. I turned to see that Paul had moved to stand directly behind me. I sighed and turned back to my sisters.

"What d' you want Paul?" I asked coldly.

"Well aren't you a nice person," he said sarcastically.

"And you think your any better?" I retorted.

"Touché," he said after about ten seconds.

I smirked to myself in victory. I just beat Paul at his own game. If I can do that then I can totally take care of my family.

"Now what d' you want?" I asked again.

"Just wanted to know what you were thinking about," he said.

"Who said I was thinking?"

"Because I can just tell these things."

"Hmph."

I didn't answer him. Instead, I found the book I had been looking at before the boat exploded. Literally. I flipped it open to the page I had been on before. It was undamaged and still in perfect condition. I looked at the picture. It was a picture of Arceus getting the jewel of life back from a historian. I've always felt like I've had and have a connection with Arceus. I don't know why though. Just always have I guess. A bit of my blond hair fell into my eyes. I was just about to push it back before someone beat me to it, tucking it lightly behind my ear. I looked to see that Paul was looking over my shoulder. He tucked the strand of hair behind my ear. My guess was that he was looking at the book but now he was looking at the strands of hair he tucked behind my ear. I looked down and turned my face slightly so he wouldn't see me blush. Reggie and Jenny turned back to us while we were staring at the picture again.

"Well Samantha," she started as I turned to her, "I suppose that's all I need. You should get more rest. Reggie has agreed that he and Paul will stay here while you rest to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Thank you Reggie. I don't know how I can repay you," I said.

"No payment needed. I mean you're the eldest of your family now. You're gonna need all the help you can get for the time being," Reggie replied.

I nodded and laid down in the bed. I yawned lightly before falling asleep.