chapter 1 !- what a trip!

So I'm finally off the weed covered plains and don't have to follow my mom around anymore and I couldn't be more alive! The fresh air of this new region is just like hitting the reset button on my old life! hopefully i get to relax now…

My names Beryl emerald vixen the third, but I usually just tell people to call me berry, and currently, i'm livid mad as fuck because a box fell on my head.

I'm very, very angry at my mom since it's her fault the box fell. Me n' my mom are finally moving to a new place in hoenn. I've gotta admit I'm kinda happy I'm finally gonna have a place to sleep after all the time spent outside in sinnoh.

Anyways I think the town I'm moving into is named Littleroot. I actually found out that my dad used to live here at one point. He left a lot of stuff in sinnoh where we went to train pokemon. and since my mom legally could take some of it, she pawned a lot of it. We took dishes and all kinds of crap I could care less about. But she still made me lift and carry all the stuff onto the moving truck. And well, her pokemon got the only other seat in the front.

You see where this is going?

THAT'S RIGHT! she made me get in the back of the moving truck cuz mom wanted a place for her Pokémon to sit. And I really didn't like That pokemon. That lopunny was a lil shit that knew she had it better than me. I would tell it off to its face, but last time I tried I got my ass kicked by a certain pair of fluffy paws and my mom didn't let me eat anything for a week except for bitter berries.

From the inside the rattling of plates and dishes is almost all I could hear! My mom probably took another sharp turn.

"Fuckin' hell mom learn to drive," I stood up and rubbed the back of my head in agony. "Everytime you take a turn the boxes collapse on me dammit!"

"Stop yelling, we're almost to our new place!" She kept screaming. "and stop using curse words before I come back there and beat 'em out of you,"

I mumbled a few insults under my breath and talked back.

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T DRIVE ON THIS DAMN ROCKY ROAD I WOULD SHUT UP!"

When the car stopped I heard the door open in front of me and the bright sun totally screwed my eyes. Who gave it the right to beam like that. Fuckin dick sun.

Lopunny snickered as it passed me, my mom followed and didn't even try to check up on me as I crawled out of the truck about to vomit. Putting eleven-year-olds in the back of a truck should be illegal.

Well after that I went inside my new place. Passing by a few Pokémon who were helping my mom unpack. Lopunny was going nuts over some vigoroth.

"Hey mom," I yelled.

She stopped whatever she was doing and glared at me. Probably didn't like the fact that I was telling her.

"Your room is up the stairs past the first door," she said.

"But the only room up there… isn't that an attic? She looked at me funny.

"Of course! Where else would you sleep, we can't let anyone else know your here,"

Deciding not to argue, I went up to my room to find my stuff already there. Meaning my backpack, and some clothes. I forgot that mom had sold my stuff over the years while we traveled. She never even told me how much money we had. But it couldn't have been that much. The only pokemon mom ever did catch was that lopunny. And ever since we started traveling we never got to settle down until now.

I always wondered why she never spent that money on me.
I walked over to my pack, tripping over a box.

It wasn't there just a second ago…

I looked at it, it didn't look like it was mine. "HEY!" I yelled, "There's some old box up here!" No response.
I grabbed it and put it on my blow up bed, but it was completely wrapped in tape. So I had to go downstairs and grab a knife. I snuck down, passed by my mom and lopunny. And guess what they were doing with the movers Pokémon.

Well I can't say, cuz Pokémon's supposed to be child friendly and shit. Anyways I was able to grab a knife, before bolting back up to my room. The movers Pokémon had left and now my mom was drinking who knows what with loppiny by her side .

I closed the attic door before going back to the box and lighting a match for some light. I carefully jammed the knife into the small box before finally getting through the layer of tape. I ripped off the lid…