Disclaimer: AshKetchumDarkSide: Yeah, I'm not a big fan of Twilight, either, hahaha. Hanon Diethel: It's nice to see you review again : ) Of course I'll do that Hoennshipping one, thanks for reviewing. Protag 8b: Hey, no problem, I'd be whooped too. On the bright side, it's great that you liked your request! And I have to agree with you on your fave moments of the game; they're the same as mine.

Question: Don't have one.

My Answer: Yes, I'm boring, get over it.

Characters: Pokemon trainers. Kids like you and me.

Summary: It doesn't matter if it's just a game. We can breathe life into it, if we choose to.

Chasing Dreams

~Do you dream that the world will know your name?

So tell me your name (Tell me your name)~

I am the wallflower in the faded clothing, the straight-A student that wanders through the maze of the library and touches each book I pass in a hope that some of their wisdom will somehow seep into me. I am the wallflower that won't raise my hand during class, and dreads working in partners because I know no one will choose me. I am the wallflower that has my head screwed on straight underneath my pin-straight hair, the one that stays up late studying and hates every moment of it, although my bleached smile says differently.

I am the wallflower that finally peeled myself off the wall to live out the fairytales that everyone told me weren't true, and finally did what I wanted to rather than what I knew was safe.

~And do you care about all the little things,

Or anything at all (Or anything at all)?~

I am the rebel that hangs out in alleyways and pretends that no one can see. I am the rebel that skips class because no one wants me there anyway, and I am the rebel that drives around on a motorcycle instead of going home because the only welcome I'll get will be blows to my face and kicks to my self-esteem. I am the rebel that injects fantasies into my bloodstream because that's the only way I can dream, only way I can keep up this slowly-crumbling façade.

I am the rebel that finally kicked my motorcycle into gear and went out in pursuit for those who wouldn't judge me just by my appearance, and a place that I could finally call home.

~I wanna feel all the chemicals inside,

I wanna feel (I wanna feel)

I wanna sunburn just to know that I'm alive,

To know I'm alive (To know if I'm alive)~

I am the artist with the daydreamer eyes and a talent for all things not useful. I can paint masterpieces with my mouth and wield a brush and pen like a professional, but all the adults say that you can't make a living out of being creative. Numbers are foreign languages to me. Sciences clutter my mind and make it a dull shade of gray. They sit me down at the table and try and make me learn, try and make me different, but they can't and I know that, for me, all there will ever be is the ideas that flow down into my fingertips and amaze everyone else but them.

I am the artist that went out in search of inspirations to paint my canvas with, companions that accepted me with all my flaws following at my heels.

Don't tell me if I'm dying,

Cause I don't wanna know,

If I can't see the sun,

Maybe I should go,

Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming,

Of angels on the moon,

Where everyone you know

Never leaves too soon~

I am the nobody that is average all the way across the board. I am the nobody that everyone stares through as I hang around with my friends; always the third wheel, always taken along for the ride. Tolerated by all, but not truly loved by any. I have an average home life and average grades at school, average hobbies and an average appearance and an average everything. But sometimes, when it is four past midnight and twelve past reason, I lean my head against the window and wish on passing airplanes that someday I'll be someone spectacular.

I am the nobody that kissed my mom goodbye and walked away from my town waving, leaving behind the nobody that I was and going out to search for somebody that I wanted to be.

~Do you believe in the day that you were born,

Tell me do you believe (Do you believe)

And do you know that every day's the first of the rest of your life~

I am the kid you passed in the hall today. I am the teen you glimpsed on the street. I am the cliché, I am the stereotype. I am the most unusual person you have ever seen… or maybe I'm not unusual at all. I am you. I am your best friend, or maybe I am even your enemy.

And travelling was hard. It was no glamorous adventure, filled with action and plot twists at every turn- it was tedious at times. Sometimes I cried out of homesickness. I missed my family, my friends, even school. Maps were hard to figure out. The paths I took were treacherous and tiringly long. Hotels were, most of the time, too expensive for me to afford. During the beginning, I usually went to bed hungry. There were times that I contemplated going home, just crawling back into my own bed and giving up on dreams and wishes and just focusing on something I could touch and feel in my hands.

~Yeah you can tell me

All your thoughts about the stars

That fill polluted skies,

And show me where you run to,

When no one's left to take your side

But don't tell me where the road ends,

Cause I just don't wanna know,

No, I don't wanna know~

But I didn't. I looked back, but didn't turn. You know why?

Because there were a lot of good times, too. Like meeting my pokemon, training with them and becoming stronger together. Like that satisfaction of knowing that I was travelling by yourself, and not depending on anyone else. That thrill of battling. The serenity of falling asleep to the pitter-patter of rain. Knowing that I was chasing my dreams, and standing proud against the setting sun as I marvelled at how far I had come.

It was worth it. Every wound, every tear was worth it.

~This is to one last day in the shadows,

And to know a brothers love,

This is to New York City angels,

And the rivers of our blood,

This is to all of us,

To all of us~

Here's hoping you'll chase your dreams, too.