By: PiperSpoon13
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or the characters I just enjoy enhancing the back stories to my own twisted fantasy
Summary: Butch and Cassidy and how they ended up wrapped up in the crime of team rocket.
WARNING: Most of this story is teen appropriate however some parts of the dialogue and possibly the content is not. If you are offended by teen drinking, smoking (just cigarettes) , and the very rare use of the extreme language. Please stop now if you can't handle this. These things aren't constant but will be occasional.
Authors note: the last chapter had a bit of cussing but its mainly just Butch's father which doesn't play much of a role now. The cussing will be limited now that he's been induced. ______________________________
I wasn't the only one who looked enviously at the other school. There was a group of girls who were asking to go play over there too. But like my father the teachers informed us that it was private property and we could only go as far as the chain link fence that divided them.
I'd walk my way home everyday to and empty house, pausing for a moment just to admire the wealthily children in their snazzy uniforms. I would then look down at my worn blue jeans with a hole in the right knee and a sweatshirt that was a old ugly yellow threading from the inside; I still hadn't grown into it as my father had promised. This was the day that I decided that these kids weren't any better than me or my classmates; Their mommies and daddies were the ones with the money. How dare they strut around as if they were.
I wasn't sure what I was doing anger was flowing through me like fire. I saw myself walking up to the fancy school and targeted the first kid I saw. His hair was a light blue and he was tossing a shiny green ball in the air and catching it; the ball matched his eyes. He was a true pretty boy as my father would call him. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but being as small as I was I squeezed through the iron gate and snatched the bright emerald ball from the kid, and shoved him down. I then threw the ball over the gate and sled back the way I came. Holding the the green ball on the other side I felt victorious over the snooty kids. I tossed the ball in the air and made a face at the crying boy before I took off.
It wasn't until I got home that I felt the slightest bit of remorse. The ball wasn't as shinny anymore; in fact, it looked just like my blue one I'd gotten for my birthday. Was I a bully? No, my father was the bully I was just having fun and besides that kid could easily get another one. No I wasn't a bully.
___________________________As I had expected my mom had a new lover when I came home. His name was Jackson and unlike all her other boyfriends he tried to win me over with his time and attention unlike the others who bought me whatever I wanted just to shut me up or to barging with me to get "grown up time" with my mom. He would take me on walks while my mom was at a spas completely ignoring me as usual, and he would actually read me bedtime stories when she will be at the nearest game corner spending all his money on the slots. He also bought me my first pair of tennis shoes so I could actually play in something other than Jimmy shoes for kids. Daddy Jackson even bought me a pair of Wranglers so I wouldn't ruin my designer jeans planting flowers in the mud. It saddened me to go back to school because chances were he wouldn't be there when I came back. That was Thanksgiving, I came home that summer and to my surprise he was still there. We had a great summer walks in the huge garden he had; there where lots of cute pokemon therehe'd tell me about, and for my eight birthday, he gave me one. It was a little Ratatta. My mom hated it, "You gave her a Rattata. A Rat. They carry all sorts of germs and...ewww." Daddy Jackson then told me to keep it in the pokeball inside and around her. The next holiday I wasn't so lucky Mom and a new guy came to get me in a new bright red convertible .
"Cassie, this is Charles." she said. I couldn't explain why I was so calm when all I wanted to do was throw one of my famous tantrums. "Where's Jackson?" I asked as Charles toyed with her long curly blond locks the only trait we shared. She never was able to tell me who my real father was or where I got my purple eyes.
"Who cares," she said airly her brown eyes focused on the new boyfriend and mind clearly somewhere else. "just get in."
That summer I spent in the yard of our new estate with my Rattata, while my mother and Charles ran amuck going to "grown up" parties and clubs, leaving me with a nanny that didn't speak hardly any English. To make it worst I didn't get anything fun for my birthday my mom got me a Coach purse and lots of designer clothes that I wasn't to get dirty. Not a thing that I could actually play with or enjoy at the age of 9. It was the first summer I really wanted to go back to school at least I had a friend ,other than Rattata, there. Jessie and I had became best friends we completely ignored the other girls in our dormitory I even shared my dolls. It seemed that even if she was the poorest girl of the school I got along with her; maybe money wasn't everything like my mother had told me for as long as I remember. To be honest, I was only nice to her to start with because I was scared of her, but not any more.
The never-ending summer finally did end, and Charles, who was now my mothers 5th husband, dropped me off at the marble doors. I ran up to me room hoping Jessie was already here like all the other times, and she was. Jessie always seemed angry about something, but this time she was not only angry but in one of her jealous moods.
"Let me guess you summer was perfect as always" she said in a slight mocking tone.
"No, Daddy Jackson's gone and my mom and her new husband left me with a lady who can't speak English"
"Still sounds better than mine. You know what...Never mind you people wouldn't understand."
Trying to hide my hurt by her words, I responded, “I can try, just talk to me."
"No, I'm so sick of you guys, and your money ,and the fact ya'll never have to go hungry; ya'll all have to have top of the line clothing while I'm stuck with hand-me-downs from charities. The only reason why I was even able to come here was because my mother, my birth mother, had high status in a company with lots of power. The company that killed her. They gave me the scholarship to feel better about themselves. So drop the poor little rich girl act cause I got you beat."
"Fine!" I yelled. "Go throw yourself a pity party and see who's gonna come cause I know I won't be there." With that I ran out of the room to the back of the play ground and curled up by a tree and cried. How dare she talk to me that way; it's not like anyone else showed intrest in her. It was bad enough that half the people here wouldn't talk to her because she was poor and those who did were scared off by her tough coding. I vainly hoped, that when I went back everything will be back to normal, but the truth was that, Jessie and I would never be friends again.
_______________________________Authors Note: sorry I haven't got around to the two of them meeting. the next chapter they will I promise.