Disclaimer- Don't own pokemon but I want credit for my OC'S if possible.

"Yo Beth! Down stairs, forgot what day it is?" Samuel called from downstairs. I rolled out of bed, unwilling since Glaceon nudged me out of bed. I stretched my arms to the air, then stroke Umbreon, then felt for my necklace. It's a routine that I've been doing since I was six. I pulled my blankets back and hopped out of my bed, Umbreon watched intently.

I shuffled through my drawers until I found a pair of pair of my favorite blue skimmers, a green tang top that was perfectly fitting, a blue denim jacket that withstood four years with six brothers and old green shoes that where very broken in. I swiped my bed head to a messy bun that complemented my brown hair. I slipped my side bag over my shoulder so it clung comfortably to my hip. In it, supplies I would need, a very tightly packet sleepy bag, pokemon food, human food, and some clothes.

I rushed down stairs with Umbreon following me swiftly. Someone hooked my waist and picked me up. Max, my second oldest brother, held me held in the air, and swung me around. I shriek and Umbreon went into action, sending a protect attack at Max.

"Sorry." I said as Max stood up and shook his head at Umbreon protecting nature. Max is my second oldest brother, and the water expert.

"Flareon, iron tail!" My mom called as her Flareon smashed the shield. I smiled at my mom as her eyes sparkled, the way they did when she was with her pokemon.

My mom was once an amazing coordinator before she got pregnant with my oldest brother Charles. Then she just disappears from the public eye and became a farmer's wife. Between eight children, a ranch, and the pokemon being a coordinator slipped out of her mind. My dad died a year after I had been born. My mom ran the ranch with only a few hands and paid the bills with trouble every time. Of course this meant that each of her children, including me, had to wait until we were sixteen before we could travel give of take a year.

When the room returned to a normal temperature, they all hug me. It was my sixteenth birthday and I was leaving to be a coordinator like my mom. All of the pokemon were trying to get into the house. I had always had a way with pokemon my brothers couldn't get. Neither could eye but pokemon always respected me an I respected them in return.

"How are we supposed to keep the Miltank still with out little Bethy around?" Duke asked me while squeezed the breath out of me. He was the strongest of my brothers and could wrestle his Machamp. His muscles were ripped from practicing, he's a softy but hugging him is a hazard. He's only three years older than me but it would take brute strengths to knock him down.

"Honey gentle we only have one Beth" My mom said as Duke put me down. Lance my third oldest brother was sitting down and stroking his Espeon. Lance is blind and uses Espeon's psychic ability to see.

"Twerp, come here and give me a hug" Lance said as I hugged him gently. Espeon's gem glowed and I guessed I was showing him the world through its own eyes. He hugged me tightly and I wanted to cry, but I refused to.

Then Mark and Sam hugged me they were twins and chose to us it to bug everyone in existence, only their pokemon could tell them apart. Their Aipoms are a lot of trouble but a lot more fun.

Then my mom hugged me and whispered in my ear. "Honey be careful. Trust who Umbreon trust and never lose your necklace."

And then I was off.