Chapter 01: The Beginning She sat in the park with Duplica, as carefree and innocent as ever. She was the good girl, her brother Brendan was the rebel. Brendan smoked pot.Brendan drank. Brendan cursed. The only thing you could accuse Misty of was slightly cursing. She was like a little kid. For crying out loud, she still played with Pokemon dolls! It was almost the first day of seventh grade. Misty and Duplica chattered excitedly on the way back to Misty's house for their final summer sleepover. Misty had never been more excited or scared. She was almost in middle school! Just one more day... One more day until she got to go to middle school for the first time ever. She already had her first day outfit picked out: a blue pair of jean capris with a pink flower on the pocket and a pink t-shirt. And of course her favorite pink sneakers! She showed Duplica and the blue-haired girl approved. They were SO ready for this. They were going to be so cool! Days later, Misty and Duplica were in Caroline Waterflower's car on the way to Cerulean Shores Middle School. Their stomaches were doing backflips and Duplica was freaking out. She just about had a heart attack when the car pulled up to the school. Caroline handed Misty her lunch and then Misty and Duplica took off. The first thing Misty and Duplica noticed about the school was that it was big. The second thing they noticed was the people. There were a LOT of them. Each girl that wasn't Misty and Duplica was dressed like in skimpy tops and tight jeans. Every guy had baggy jeans and basketball jerseys. Misty and Duplica exchanged a "We-totally-look-like-fools" look and continued walking. Misty walked by the spot where her brother was with his friends Ash, Richie, Brock and Brawly. "Ooh, look at May Norton," Brock said, pointing at a girl that many people were flocked around. The girl was absolutely flawless. SHE totally fit in with all the other half-dressed girls in the school. "Looks like she grew up this summer," Brendan said, casting a longing stare at the gorgeous May. Misty felt envious for a moment, wishing that she was the girl every guy was drooling over. "Hi, Brendan," she said, waving to her brother. Brendan carelessly waved to her then went back to his discussion with Brock about May Norton. Let's skip to lunchtime, because the rest of the morning was pure schoolwork and that's always a bore to discuss, unless you're an extremely smart person. Misty had gotten up to her lunchtable to throw away her trash when she was approached by May and her ever-growing posse. "Nice pants," smirked May, pointing to the flower on the pocket of Misty's capris. Misty could think of nothing to say to her so she simply walked away from her. Flash forward to after school. Misty casts a glare at the Pokemon doll representing a Squirtle. She screams and throws it in her trash. She does that with all her Pokemon dolls and her Pokemon doll house was thrown out the window. Caroline walked into Misty's room only to see a stuffed trash can full of Misty's Pokemon doll. "Misty, what's this all about?" she asked kindly. Misty looked away from shredding up all her childish drawings to answer. "I'm a loser, mom. I can't play with these anymore. And please, I need new clothes," she pleaded. Caroline only nodded. The family had not much money but she could tell that it was important for Misty to look good and took her daughter to get new clothes. The next day at school, Misty showed up in a pair of Levi jeans and a light blue camisole. People had gawked at her all day but she was still shocked when May Norton came up to her. The two stared each other down for a moment but then May grabbed a sparkly pink notepad from her purse and in purple gel pen, wrote down a phone number. "Call me after school," she told Misty. "We can go shopping on Cerulean Avenue." After school, Misty made her way to the family phone and called May. She still couldn't believe her good luck. She dialed the number, but the operator announced that the number wasn't in service. Misty, believing that she had dialed the number wrong, dialed the number on the paper again. Same message. The number was fake. Misty should've realized then that May Norton wasn't the best person to be hanging around with. But she was loning to be popular, to be loved, just like May was. So she grabbed a couple dollars out of her piggy bank and ran to catch the nearest bus for Cerulean Avenue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My first fic so sorry if it sucked. Please review me! *<>PinkAngel426<>*