*Sigh*, I updated at least! Yippee. Well, Here we go. Read on!

Ages -

 Ash - 16

Misty - 16

Brock - 21

Minnie -?

P.S. Sorry bout making it so obvious, but I couldn’t think of anything else!

Here are Misty’s initials for her ‘companions’

Ash – C. (For cutie ^_~)

Brock – N.E (For no eyes)

Pikachu – U.P (For uncle Pikachu)

Togepi – M.B. (My baby)

P.S. There’s a sad part in this story, so listen to a sad song while reading it! Hee hee…

Love, Internet style

~Part 3; Memories and decisions. ~

She ran through the forest. I have to run! I have to get out of here. She kept thinking through the now dark, spooky forest. But she didn’t notice the spookiness. All she could concentrate on was his words.

“Maybe ‘cause he (Psyduck) has a bad trainer!”

“All you use is Pollywhirl! It’s a wonder your pokemon still are loyal to you and haven’t got bored of you! They never battle anymore!”

His words raced through her head as she ran into the woods to a lake. She stopped and panted. Slowly she sunk unto the rock. She went through the poke’balls that she brought. Pollywhirl, Staru, and Goldeen. Crying silently, she left them all out.

“Pollywhirl. ((Howdy!))”

“HA! ((AIR!))”

“Gold. ((Hi.))”

All three pokemon looked at their master expectantly and were surprised to see tears.

“I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I’m a horrible trainer and a poor excuse for a Cerulean sister.” She looked at them with tears now freely streaming down her face.

“You all can go. This place is nice, it has food for you, and some lucky trainer is going to find you and take good care of you.”

“POLLY! ((WHAT!))”

“HA! ((NO!))

“Goldeen? ((Are you serious?))”

Looking down, she stood up and turned away, slowly walking back towards camp, memories flooding back to her like a flood.

(Flashback)

(Sorry if I don’t get this entirely right)

“Look! There’s a Pollywag!”

“Polly!”

The small Pollywag fearfully hid behind Misty.

“Give us back that Pollywag!”

She looked at the Pollywag. It violently shook its head. She angrily turned back to team Rocket. “This Pollywag is not going with you!”

“Give us it back!”

She put a hand out in front of it. “I’m not going to let you touch Pollywag!”

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…

“Thanks Pollywag! We better head back to Ash and Tracey! By Pollywag! Thanks!”

“Polly! Polly!” It jumped up and down not letting go of Misty’s attention.

“I’m sorry, but I have to get back to Ash and Brock, I promise we’ll come back and play.”

“Polly!” The little Pollywag ran up to Misty and affectionately rubbed it’s head on her leg.

Misty giggled. “Then again, you can come with us and met them now!”

“Polly!” Pollywag jumped happily.

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…

A young Misty sat at the foot of a beautiful woman’s bed. The woman who lay on the bed looked deathly ill. A weak, pale hand moved up to stroke her daughter’s face. “I’ll miss you sweetie.”

The young girl cocked her head and in her innocence asked, “Where are you going mommy?”

The mother smiled at the young girl’s ignorance. “Don’t you worry, you’ll see me again some day.”

Misty looked even more confused. “Huh?”

The woman stifled a cough and closed her eyes for a moment only to barely open them to gaze at her sweet daughter’s face. “Look in the drawer by my bed sweetie.”

“Okay.” Misty hopped off the bed and waddled over to the desk, just barely reaching the drawer. She pulled open the drawer and groped around for something. “What am I looking for, mommy?”

“You’ll see.”

Misty’s small hand finally found something big and round, like a ball. Pulling it out she discovered a poke’ball! “Wow mommy! Is this for me?”

“Yes sweetie.” The woman closed her eyes. “Now I need you to go outside, Mommy needs to sleep.” She slowly opened her eyes to watch her daughter hope off the bed and smile at her. “Sleep well mommy!”

With tears threatening to spill out, and sleepiness overcoming the tired woman, she closed her eyes for the last time ever.

~~~

Skipping out of the room, Misty walked up to her sister Daisy who sat in the chair with a dazed look on her face. “Shhh! Mommy is sleeping now! She gave me this pokemon too!” Misty held out the poke’ball in her sister’s face.

Daisy’s eyes widened and ran to her mother’s room.

“What’s wrong Daisy, don’t you want to see my pokemon?”

In her grief, Daisy glared at the young girl, “Hw could you think about your stupid pokemon at a time like this?”

Misty scrunched up her face in anger. “My pokemon is not stupid! I bet its better than yours!”

“Shut-up! I can’t believe all your thinking about is your pokemon when mom is, is…”

“Mommy is just sleeping, and she gave this pokemon to me!”

“Mommy is sleeping alright! She’s sleeping forever!”

The words forever echoed in the young girls mind.

The jealously of not being able to see her mother die and not been given something from her mother was evident in the older girl’s face. “NOW GO!”

With tears streaming down her fragile face, Misty staggered out the door. She slowly sank onto the bench out side and stared at the poke’ball. “Go!”

Out came a Staru!

The Staru was happy to be let out, but was aware of the situation having been warned by its previous owner, Mrs. Waterflower.

Seeing the pokemon made Misty cry even harder. “Mommy gave me her pokemon. She really is sleeping forever!” She cried into her arms.

“Ha.” The Pokemon nudged one of its arms on her shoulder. Misty looked up, her pale cheeks stained with tears and cried on the pokemon.

After a while, she sniffled and ran her hand under her nose. “I pwomise Staru! I pwomise that I will take good care of you and make mommy pwoud!”

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…

A slightly older Misty glared hard at her sisters. “I can catch pokemon!”

Violet only laughed at her sister. “Oh yea? Then why do you only have a Staru, which you didn’t even catch? And a Starmie given to you by Grandma?”

Both Daisy and Lilly snickered.

Misty narrowed her tear filled eyes and said, “I’ll be the best water pokemon master there is, you just wait!” With that said, she stormed out of the gym towards the river.

“We’ll show them, right Staru?” She asked calling out her pokemon.

“Ha!”

“Right! Now, go in that water and find me a pokemon!”

Staru dived in the water. Finally after a minute, a Staru popped out flinging a Goldeen with it.

“Go Staru! Okay, use tackle!”

“HA!”

Still stunned by being out of the water, the pokemon didn’t put up a fight about being tackled.

“Alright! Poke’ball, go!”

One turn, two, three, she caught it!

“Alright!” Misty cried picking up the poke’ball. “My first pokemon caught!”

“Gooo!”

“Goldeen!”

“Welcome to my Team Goldeen!” Suddenly her face fell. “Do you think I can do it? Do you want to be with a girl like me?”

“Goldeen! Goldeen!” The Goldeen happily jumped up and down on Misty.

“Thanks Goldeen! Let’s go!”

(End long flashbacks.)

Slowly Misty trudged back the way she came. Suddenly three loud pokemon noised made her turn around.

Following her were three faithful pokemon.

“Pollywhirl! ((Not a chance are we leaving you!))”

“HIYA! ((You have a promise to keep.))”

“Goldeen. ((What about the water master?))”

With shaking eyes she smiled a nodded. “You’re right! I’m sorry guys.” Silently she made her decision.

“I’m going to go back and get Togepi and Psyduck, and we’re going to fulfill my dream! And if Ash doesn’t believe I can do it, then we’ll just have to prove him wrong, won’t we?”

“POLLY! ((YEA!))”

“HA! ((YEEES!))”

“GOLD! ((LET’S GO!))”

Misty smiled at her friends. “Oh! I want to tell someone something. She dropped onto a log and opened her laptop.

“You’ve got mail.”

Clicking on it, she smiled as she read it. Just who she wanted to talk to.

“To: Tentagurl@AOL.com

From: Piakchulover@AOL.com

Tentagurl:

It’s not just boys! I happen to know some really good female trainers and some are obsessed with pokemon just as much as me! Besides, I’m interested in other stuff too, I just happen to like pokemon a lot, it that a crime? Sheesh, women.

My friend hits me enough for the both of you I bet, I take that back, she hits my friend enough. I don’t want her to come chasing after me. You’re just going to have to hit be yourself. *Lowers bottom eye lash and sticks my tongue out at you*

Do I think you’re a jerk? Nah. I don’t think many people are jerks. (Except for my rival grrrr) Um… anyway. You’re friend probably doesn’t mean it. If he's anything like the boys I know (including me, as much as I hate to admit it) we say things we don’t mean. It’s boys! Besides, maybe he’s hiding something like me and he doesn’t want to you to find out. Oh, got to go. Bye!

~ Pikachu rulz!

Misty smiled in spit of herself and typed I response.

To: Pkachulover@AOL.com

From: Tentagurl@AOL.com

Pikachulover:

I highly doubt he likes me. He said something today that really hurt me. But it also triggered me to do something I tried to do a while ago. So I’m going to go do it! I’m going to pursue my dreams! Without C.. I’ll miss everyone, but they all are on their own dreams, and all revolve around C. plus I doubt he needs me around anyway. So… I left. What would you do if M. left?

~ Tentagurl

Smiling contentedly, she clicked send and turned off the computer.

Running back to camp she found everyone sleeping. Brock was snoring loudly mumbling something about Nurse joy, Pikachu was sleeping soundly on Ash’s sleeping bag and Ash, Ash wasn’t in his sleeping bag! Franticly she searched the camp and found him sleeping by the fireplace sitting up. She smiled. He must have been waiting for me. Creeping silently through the camp, she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a quick goodbye and left in on Ash’s book bag.

Picking up Psyduck’s poke’ball and Togepi, she glance once more at her friends, then with tear-filled eyes and a determined heart, she walked out of the camp.

Wow… That was A LOT longer than expected and with an unexpected twist! (So unexpected, I didn’t even know about it till I wrote it!)

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