Jessica looked out the bus's window. It was a sunny day, but she felt anything but sunny. She was leaving Mrs. Coleman's house, for punching out the last kid who made fun of her hair. She loved her hair. It was a very bright red, and she wore it in a wave to the side. She was 12 years old, and had lived in foster homes for 8 years. Her parents had died when she was four, and she couldn't remember much about them. She was going to someone else's house now, probably some old bore that would put her in a pink dress. She would sooner wear green and orange together than pink. She sighed. She couldn't seem to stay in one place, cause she couldn't stay out of fights. When she was 7, she had beat up 3 of her classmates for making fun of her. She was very vain about how she looked, and very quick to anger, and infamous for her punches. And she was being shipped off somewhere else. The bus stopped at last. "Pallet Town," called the driver. Jessica put on a determined look, and marched to the bus stop. She was going to live with someone named Cassidy and her husband, Butch. They couldn't be too horribly boring. When she saw them, she was sure they wouldn't be boring at all. Cassidy had orange hair, that branched off from her head, shaped like stars. Butch had a simple haircut, but it was bright blue. Jessica smiled, for once, she would be with someone with taste!

"Are you Jessica?" asked the woman.

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Cassidy," said the woman, "And I'm Butch" said the man.

He had a really raspy voice, but Jessica didn't comment. Cassidy looked at Jessica, than noticed her hair.

"Oh my god!" She gasped. Jessica groaned. Even people with cool hair would be surprised by her hair, she thought.

"Your hair!" gasped Butch.

"Cassidy's is wilder" pointed out Jessica.

"It's not that, it's just, Butch, maybe she is, looks just like, Jessica, what happened to your parents?"

"They died when I was four" said Jessica, wondering what this was about.

"8 years ago, at the same time when, oh my gosh, I think she is!" gasped Butch.

"I'm what!" yelled Jessica, starting to lose her temper.

"I think she's Jessie and James's daughter."

"You knew my parents?" gasped Jessica.

"I think so."

"Tell me about them!"

"It's a long story, I know what could tell you better than we could" said Cassidy.

They drove home, Jessica's head spinning. For the first time, she would know about her parents. When they got home, Cassidy took her up to the attic. She pulled out two books and a photo album.

"These are your parents journals and photos," she explained.

She left, and Jessica sat down and looked at the photo. Cassidy was right, she did look like her mother. Same hair, and everything. But what was she wearing? It was white with a red R on it! Her father was wearing a similar one, but obviously a different style. He had light blue hair, shoulder length. She flipped through the photos, in almost every photo, they wore the same thing. Maybe she would find out why is she read their journals. She opened one of them.

It read: I hate it here. My parents ignore me, and they make me play with,(a teardrop had smudged the page) Jessibelle.; She is horrible. She is so mean to me! She is teaching me how to be a gentleman, and I hate it! If I mess up, she hits me with her whip. My only friend is growly, my Growlithe. ON the next page, there was more about jessibelle and the mansion. And 3 pages later, there were a lot of tear smudges. My parents are making me marry Jessibelle. I hate her! I won't. I am running away, but I am leaving Growly to take care of my parents. I have a lot of money, because I never spent any of my Christmas or birthday money, I never had anything to buy cause I couldn't leave the mansion. I will bring you with me journal. The next 30 pages were smudged, too badly to read.

Jessica turned to her mothers journal. It opened: My name is Jessica, but everyone calls me Jessie, which I like better. I am 5 years old, and my mother is missing, A year ago, she left. I don't know why. Something to do with rockets, because she wore her special clothes, that have r on them, and she said something about rockets. Did mommy go to the moon? I hope she likes it there. The next page read: Today we had snowgassborg. Mommy made it, before. She put soy sauce on snow, I love it. But mommy wasn't here. I miss her. The next 10 pages were ripped out, for some reason, like they had torn on something. I'm nine now, and mom isn't coming back. She was in Team Rocket, and she was sent to catch a Mew. And she's dead, or she would have come back. I'm 15 now, and dad gave me a whole bunch of money. He looked very pale, and tired, and sick. He told me that mom had given me this to send me too pokemon tech. I didn't want to go, but I did, for mom. And right after I left, I never saw him again, 3 days later, he died.

She turned to James journal. It said in it: I am now 15, I have lived at this orphanage for 7 years They caught me and took me here, I would rather live here with Jessibelle than at home with her. I have enough money saved up, I am going to go to Pokemon Tech. My first friend here is a guy named Butch. There's gonna be a school dance, and he's gonna introduce me to some of his friends.

Jessie's diary said: my only friend around here is Cassidy. Yet another boring school dance. The next page said: Not as boring as I thought. I met this guy named James. Nice hair, and I really like his eyes. You can get lost in them. He's a nice guy, too. Very sweet, I have a new friend.

James's diary said: Butch introduced me to this girl named Jessie. She has really cool hair, and is as fiery as it. She's determined, and not afraid of mostly anything. I have a new friend. The diaries were about boring classes, until the middle page.

Jessie's diary said: James and I are sure to have the highest scores in school! WE are gonna party all night! A great cafe has everything you could possibly order, and a rock concert is going on past midnight! Ya!!!!

The next entry had a very different mood: WE flunked out. I can't believe it, we flunked out. I don't care much, but James flunked out too. He looks devastated, he's gonna have to go home to his awful parents and that horrible, person, if she is one. I have no where to go, so we'll have to go somewhere. "James, we can join a bike gang I've heard of! "

James wrote: Jessie thinks we should join a bike gang. Why not, but I don't know how to ride a bike! Today, we met up with them. Telling them I couldn't ride a bike was only THE most embarrassing thing I'd ever done, and they call me trainer Jim cause I use, training wheels.

Jessie felt the opposite way: I love it! I've covered my bike with chains, they call me chainer jess. Poor James is stuck on training wheels, he looks so cute, and funny on them!

James wrote in his: Jessie is already so cool, with her chains. I'm riding a training wheel bike like a toddler. Yippee. She looks so cool, on her chainer bike. If only. The next entries were about the bike gang. Then there weren't any for a while, because they were now 17.

Jessie had written: WE got kicked out of the bike gang. I don't believe it. We were all breaking into a store, to lighten their safe, and the alarm went off. Everyone else left, leaving me and James holding the combination lock. James and I got arrested, but got off because we told everyone we were 15, and we hadn't been caught before. Poor James has never been in that much trouble, he was so scared he had nightmares all night, poor guy. So, what can we do now?

James: WE got arrested. I had horrible dreams all night about being sent home. Jessie stayed up all night for me, and helped me cause I was terrified. She hits me when she gets mad, but she really doesn't mean it and she really does care. But what are we going to do now?

Jessie: I just thought of something. We've got a criminal record now, so what can we do? I remembered my mother. She was in Team Rocket! We could join, and it might be fun. WE don't have anywhere else to go, so why not?

James: Jessie says we could join Team Rocket. Her mother was in it. I thought her mother died. I winced as soon as I said it, cause I was sure she was going to hit me. But she didn't, her pretty eyes clouded over. I had made her cry, which was a lot worse than making her mad. WE have nothing else to do, so tomorrow we begin again, with no where to go.