style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;color:black'>~10 Years Later~
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“Looks like Team
Rocket’s blasting off agaaaaaaaaaain!” Meowth, Jessie, and I screamed. Once
again, that pathetic 10-year-old and his equally pathetic Pikachu had blasted
us off. Why don’t we just quit this stupid job, I moaned inwardly as I
was hurled through the air. Because if you do, you’ll have to go back home
and face Jessibelle, a voice answered.
I sighed. This wasn’t
the first time I had considered going home. There was always a battle going on
inside me, one voice telling me that going home was the best choice, the other
saying I should stay. Personally, I don’t know. If I went back home, I would
have to follow “The Rules of Society” and be a gentleman, always acting formal
and so unlike myself. Either that or get paralyzed by Jessibelle’s stupid
Oddish. On the other hand, I could stay with Jessie and Meowth, get blasted off
everyday by a Pikachu, sleep outside, grovel to Jessie, and eat what is
possibly the worst canned food on the planet.
Tough choice, isn’t it?
That’s why I usually do whatever Jessie says. I already have enough to worry
about without having to make more decisions, and Jessie likes being in control.
“Oomph!” I heard Jessie
land on the ground beside me. “Oomph!” Now it was my turn to be winded.
“Meeee-ouch!” And that would have to be Meowth.
Jessie pulled me to my
feet. “James, this is no time to be lying around!”
“But Jessie, I fell on a
rock,” I whined.
She slapped me. “We have
to get going.” She marched off, and I followed, just like always. Meowth brung
up the rear. “Hey, what’s dat?” he pointed to a sign.
We walked up to it. It was a flyer
for some missing kid, no big deal. But Jessie was gaping in awe. “James, the
boy in this picture looks just like....you.”