"(Y/N) why weren't you home by 11:00?!" Your father yelled, it was 11:01, and you had only missed a minute. "But da-I mean, sir, it's only 1 minuet past eleven!" You argued. Your mother came into the room and exclaimed, "Look at these grades! A F- on a simple types test, and a C+ on a Pokémon cries test! (Y/N) You are in big trouble!" Your mom glared at you with her deep blue eyes that seemed to tear you apart "Well, if you hadn't kicked me out of the house, I would've studied!" You stoped out of the house only to find the door slammed shut behind you. You took out your Eevee and said "Eevee, am I a bad trainer?" Eevee shook its head and rubbed up against you. You knew you where going to do it. Run away from home. You kicked the door down and ran past your parents. You grabbed your hat and bad which was filled with Pokémon, and your phone (which your sweet sister got you) You then busted the window open and bolted away as fast a she could. The glass in your leg felt like knives, but you ignored it and ran to the hau'oli beach. "Lapras, let's go!" Your Lapras popped out of its ball and you hopped on. You sailed all the way to Ula'ula island, and bolted to the garden before passing out.
Guzma's POV
I was in the garden training when I saw a girl pass out. Though my cold heart was going to leave her there, I decided to take her back to my base. She was so cute, and I scolded myself for almost leaving the poor girl there. When I picked her up, I noticed how there where bruises all over her arms. These weren't any kind of bruises though, there where bruises of abuse. I knew because when I was her age, I got abused to. It was horrible, and I couldn't stand to think about it. When we got to the base, I laid her in my bed. I knew she should get some rest, because I guess she had a looooong day.
