A Pokemon Trainer Life Comes to Me

Prologue

Hello, my name is Jessica Scott. I am sixteen years old, and I live out on the street. Well, more like in an old barn out in the woods. But it's still considered the street, since there's other people who live here as well.

I've been homeless for about three years, and I have gotten used to it. I search and find my own food, then I cook for myself and for others who don't know how. I know many things since living on the street.

The reason I'm living on the street is because when I was thirteen, my parents and I got into a car wreck. I was the only one to get out alive. Well, my father did too. Though, he died on the way to the hospital. Soon after that, I was put into intensive care. Because I was even more damaged than my mother or father. I had gotten internal damage, so there was bleeding inside of me. The doctors weren't sure if they could help me, but they did what they could.

Luckily they fixed my punctured lung, cause apparently I had broken a couple ribs and they had pierced my right lung. So after they had stitched me up, I had to stay in the hospital for awhile while it healed. Although, back then I didn't know who was paying my insurance. But, after I was healed, some people I didn't know came and picked me up. They had been part of social services, which meant that I had been put in the system.

A few days later, a couple had adopted me. But everything went down after that. The man started beating me every night, and the women didn't care one bit. I knew then that I had to do something. I also knew that no one would believe me either, since I was adopted. Don't listen to her, she's stupid. Gah!...

Some foster families are really mean and abusive, unfortunately I was one of the few who got that.

Then, after I knew it wouldn't work out, I ran away. Yes, back then I was a coward, I still am today. But, I have gotten braver than I was, three years ago today. I can officially call myself a fighter, somewhat. I'm not much of a fighter, but I'll fight if I have too. Especially if it's someone picking on someone else who's weaker than themselves. That's just immoral.

Anyway. Other things I've learned since being out on the street is how to build a fire, how to defend myself in a tough situation, and how to find food. Like herbs and berries.  

Today marks the day that I ran away, three years ago. I'm proud that I did, or else I might've ended up dead. Or something, and I wanted to live my life. Even if I had to live on the street. Most people who live on the street aren't nice, I know this. But every so often, you meet someone who looks like they need someone to listen to them, or need advice. So you do it, to be kind. So that one day, someone may do that for you as well.

The place I live in is Alaska, well, to be said it's outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. It's a cool place, except when winter gets here. Because then there isn't any berries or herbs for me to pick, which means that I'd have to walk into town and get food from a shelter. And I don't like doing that. I mean, you never know who you might met. They could kill you or do something really serious to you.

Which is why I don't go into town much. Another cool thing, is that sometimes when I feed someone here at the barn, I get money sometimes. It's only the more older folk who do it, the ones that have a part-time job and all that. Yet they don't have an apartment. So when I do get some cash, that's when I go into town. To buy a few things.

Like a couple pieces of cloth, or jars to keep my preserved berries or herbs. I don't use the money for worthless things, like books or toys for myself. Although, I have often good a good book or two at a good discount. Then I head home to here. Luckily most of the people who live here in the barn are very nice and don't steal. It's not like any of us have anything that we could sell to get lots of money.

Anyway, I should tell you what I look like, just in case you ever see me around.

So I wear light blue jeans, with a light black t-shirt. I used to have long brown hair when I had my parents, but now I keep it short. Just above my shoulders, up in a bun. I also have dark green eyes, I had worn glasses before. But now, since my broke a long time ago, my eyes have adjusted and I can see just fine without them. Luckily. I also wear black vans on my feet.

The reason I have vans, is because I saw them in the trash one day going into town. And they were really in good condition, so I don't know why someone would throw them away. Some people waste things.

Well, I feel like that's all I need to tell you. At least about me and where I live and all that. Anyway, I'll leave you now.

Bye!