Being wild and untamed is the best. Nobody can control me. I pity that a lot of pokemon are under control by humans. Pokemon are meant to be free to roam, without humans. Well, if that's how they want to live thier lives, then so be it. But I won't ever live with humans ever again. Everyday I see humans and their "companions" passing by me. The pokemon pretend to be happy. How do I know they're pretending? Well, I don't, but I mean, how can a pokemon ever be happy with a human? It's disgusting.

I jump on a closed lid dumpster and sit down on it, watching them. It's disgusting how they play, how they laugh together, how they even love each other. Why do the pokemon love them? They are obviously stronger and should be the one to take control, not the humans. But I have to give the humans this, they do always feed their pokemon though. Whether it's pizza or pokemon food, pokemon do get fed a lot here in the towncenter. I'm kind of jealous by it. My tummy grumbles by the thought of food.

"I need food," I say to myself, jumping down from the large dumpster.

I get out of the dark alley and walk out into the bright sunlight. I look around my surroundings.

"Hmm...what can I eat today?" The more I think about food, the hungrier I get. I came to a conclusion that I didn't care what I ate as long as something fills up my stomach.

I watch as a young boy and his "companion", his slave I should say, getting some ice cream.

"Two vanilla ice cream cones, please!" The boy ordered, his Mudkip's mouth was watering.

That should be me who was getting food, not that human. It takes up all of my pride to walk up to them and sit, waiting for them to get their ice cream. When they got their ice cream, I knew what to do.

"Meow..." I cried out softly, making my lip quiver.

"Aww," the foolish boy cried out.

His Mudkip didn't notice since it was busily eating its ice cream.

"Look Mudkip," the Mudkip finally stopped eating for a second, "it's a Glameow."

He stared at me for awhile.

"She looks awfully skinny," he mused softly to himself.

"You want my ice cream, girl?" I softly nodded my head.

"Meow..."

"Here you go, you need this more than I do anyways." He gave me the cone. What a sucker he is. I wolfed down the delicious, creamy, icey treat. I finally felt full.

The boy and the Mudkip turned and walked away. I snickered and burped to myself.

Seeing that boy was a routine thing. Everyday he would give me something to eat. Maybe he isn't that bad after all. But one day, I didn't see him. I waited all day for him and he never showed up. I wondered if he forgot. Or if he probably didn't feel like going to the town center today.

"Damn it! Where is he?" I look around, maybe there was a chance he was coming to the towncenter right now.

The once bright sun was beginning to set, some of the shops around here were beginning to close up. My fluffy ears were now flat, at the thought of not eating today. Oh well, I've gone days without eating before. I've just been so used to being fed by him. So it's going to be a little tough to wait until tomorrow. He better be here tomorrow. I growled.

It's been a week and he still didn't show up. I've been living off left over food from the dumpsters. It wasn't much food and half of it was gross. Being the glamourous feline I am, I have some standards. I'm not going to eat things that are totally gross. I hope he will come to the town center today. I need to be fed! I'm not worried about the boy. I do wonder why he's not here, but it doesn't mean that I care for him. Other than that, I feel sort of betrayed. I put all my trust on this human to feed me and he doesn't show up for a week. I'm pissed. I won't forgive him so easily.

"Come on, Mudkip!" I know that voice!

My head quickly turns to the side and I see him, with his Mudkip! My ears perk up and my curly tail raises up. I try not to look to eager and swiftly crawl out of the darkness that swallowed me up for an entire week. He notices me and smiles, but quickly frowns. I tilt my head, wondering why. He comes over to me, inspects me and without warning he picks me up.

"Glameow, you look really skinny. You haven't been eating much, haven't you?" He holds me close to his chest.

His warmth enveloped me, warming my icy, selfish heart. His face nuzzled into my dirty fur. I began to pur. I haven't been embraced like that in awhile. In a flash, I realized what he was doing. He's going to use me, trick me, and take me forgranted like my last trainer. In a flash of relization, I hissed and swatted my claws at his face. My nails dug into his soft flesh, in result a little blood seeped out of the minor cut.

"Ow!" He cried out, but wouldn't let go of me instead this made him grip me tighter.

I bit at his wrists and struggled my way out of his decieving embrace. This made him finally drop me. He glared at me, was clearly angry at me. I felt a little bad, but it had to be done. I was going to hurt him before he was going to hurt me. He just looked down at me, his face and wrist bleeding. He shook his head at me. He didn't look so angry anymore, but his Mudkip was. He was growling at me.

"Mudkip! Mud!" He cried out, "how could you do that?" Mudkip screamed at me.

I just shrugged my shoulders and told him to get lost. He was looking at the commotion going on between Mudkip and I, so he just returned Mudkip to his Poke'ball.

"Just relax, Mudkip," he softly whispered to the poke'ball.

"I brought some food for you, Glameow." He held out his hand and some food was on his hand.

That's it? I've been waiting for him a whole week for him to show and he only brought enough food to fill up a Rattata? But whatever, I hesitantly went over to his hand and quickly wolfed down the food. It didn't even make a dent in my tummy.

"I got more food for you...if you come with me, Glameow?"

Should I really trust this human? Well, I'm hungry, so I will. He lead off, with me slowly trailing behind him about a few feet away. He occasionally would look over his shoulder to see that I was still there. Did he expect me to run off? Why would I do that? He has food, obviously. About a few minutes we ended up in a friendly environment people/pokemon park. I thought the town center reeked with people and pokemon getting along? Well...I just found a new place to be disgusted at.

"Here," he pulled out more food from back pack.

I greedily gobbled every bit of food he had until I felt satisfyingly full.

"I feel really bad for you, Glameow." He began, tossing the empty backpack on the ground.

I scowled at him. Why in the world does he feel bad for me? I'm living the good life, right?

"I'm guessing you've been abandoned by your old trainer," he suspected, looking down at me.

I look up at him, cold and hard. How dare he remind me of such memories. I growled and quickly turned away. My feet quickly took me away from him, away from the reminders. He's so much like my old trainer.

"Glameow! Wait!" He cried out, his feet quickly moving, running after me. In return, I ran, faster than a bullet train.

I just want him to go away. I hear him running after me still. It's pathetic how he tries to keep up with me. Stupid human. I quickly hide myself in a cold, dark, lonely place, hoping he won't find me.

My mind floods with memories I tried so hard to forget. The smiles, the laughter and the love with my old trainer, it was just too much. I tried so hard to forget about her. It just seems impossible now. My only wish is to forget she exists, her name, her personality, everything about her. But that's impossible also because this boy is an almost exact resembelance of her. He's kind, persistent and seems caring. But I know they can't fool me anymore. And that is why I must remain alone.

"Glameow!"

"Glameow!"

"Glameow."

"Glameow?"

And now he's just a fading reminder of her.

To be continued...