-Prolouge- Treated Cruelly

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-- ƈąཞཞıɛ'ʂ ℘ơ۷ --
A speaker said from the plane. " Welcome to Hoenn everyone! " My father was sleeping still, I woke him up.

" DAAAAD, DAAAAAAAAD! " I said, to wake my father, Lance. " Wha? Oh hey, Carrie. We're here right? " My Father asked.

" Yes dad. We're here. " I replied. We got our bags from the cubby hole on top. We walked out off the plane.

" Whooaa... HOENN LOOKS AMAZING! " I grinned.
My father chuckled, " It sure does. Anyway, let's go
get our other bags now. "

We went down the steps, and into the airport.
We got our bags, rode a taxi to, who knows where?
" Daaad, where are we going? " I asked. " Littleroot town. " My dad replied.

" Oh, Okay! " I grinned, I can't wait to see our house!
We arrived at Littleroot town. We found our house, in a flowering garden, filled with Gracida flowers.

" WHOOOOA! ITS PRETTY! " I screamed in joy.
I skipped into the house, looking at it, and seeing how beautiful it is. I went up to my father.

And showed my Pokemon. " Look dad! My Pokemon are so cute! " I smiled at him.

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I looked at them, and said. " Weak. And I never knew, YOU HAD ONLY 3 POKEMON! I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE BEST AND STRONGEST POKEMON! "

" B-but... I don't wanna be superior... I wanna be a normal trainer. " My daughter stuttered.

" If you don't want to be Champion, you broke our promise. " I replied. " It's over now, your not my daughter. "

" D-do you mean it? " She started weeping.

" I do, MY DAUGTHER WOULD WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST, BUT YOU DONT BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. " I screamed. " ITS OVER, OUT. "

" No! Dad please... " She cried and kneeled down.

" No chances. Now go, and LEAVE. " I said, strictly.

Carrie ran out, tears flowing out like a waterfall, she was caring her pokeballs and her Pokedex.
Her hair soaking, and ran to route 103.

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I ran, to route 103. My tears shimmered like stars.
I panted, and layer down near a extremely small pond. And slept on the grass.

A horde of Mightyena appeared. And dragged me to their den.

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