Hello everyone~

I finally got to reworking on this~

I didn't realize that having new and tougher classes would actually take a big part of my life. And being a senior that's on the brink of graduating.

And deviantArt! Holy crap. I'm on that site all the time, improving my drawing skills. You have no idea how I love it on there. Even if I lose long hours of life that I desperately need.

Anywho, instead of going with the prologue and chapters and whatnot, I'll just number them down like so. It's so much more fun.

I've also added a whole lot more character development and details, so that it becomes less confusing and less like I'm making everything up on the spot. I hate that from writers, so I'm applying that change to myself.

ALSO! Other than starters, the Pokemon caught MIGHT change! Just a heads up in case!

Enjoy~

The Blatant Disregard of a Pokémon Trainer v2

Mother a contest Champion. Father a famous photographer. What will she do to get away from all the criticizing and all the skepticism? Join the rebellion! Become a Pokémon trainer.

I try to stay out of trouble all the time. But it's not my fault! My mouth can't shut up to save its life! It's almost like a bad habit; one that won't go away no matter what I try to do. I feel really bad for my friends, since they have to put up with me as I go on my journey to become a Pokémon Trainer.

001. Beginnings.

Hell began the second I decided to become a Pokémon trainer.

"Happy birthday, Maia!" My big sister called from Johto on my special tenth birthday. This age was the most important to everyone. It's an even bigger hallmark than turning sixteen. Being ten was the moment that a child chose their life; with or without Pokémon. I didn't even consider the chances and instantly said yes to them. Who wouldn't? Pokémon are the best!

"Thanks Alyson!" I set my phone in the crook of my neck as I shut the door to my bedroom behind me. I used my free hands to open my drawers and pull out some clothes. "What are you up to lately?"

I felt her hesitation from where I was, but I was too busy thinking over what to pack to really concentrate on it. "Don't tell mom and dad okay?"

"Sure," I answered halfheartedly, dropping to my stomach so that I could look under my bed. "Do you know where I put my bag? I can't find it! Actually, I think I lost it when you left."

"Uhh… the blue one with the white flowers?"

"No," Said bag was too small and got dirty way too easily. "My dark gray messenger bag with the purple pattern."

"Are you sure you even want to take a messenger bag?" She was like a second mom, getting too worried too easily. "Everything might not fit in it…"

"I'll be fine! No worries!" I patted the space underneath my bed but still couldn't find anything of use. "Now where is it?"

"I hid it in my closet," She giggled with mirth, "I saw it last summer and really liked it so I hid it from you."

I tsked and got back to my feet, kicking one of my drawers closed so that I could pass. "But it's my bag!"

"That's not the point!" She quickly changed the subject before I could keep accusing her, going back to her "secret" of sorts, "I really wanted to tell you sooner but you were in that faze where you tattletaled to mom about everything I did!"

"I wasn't!" I instantly denied, faking hurt. I got a quick flashback of the time I told mom that Alyson was running away from home and quickly backtracked. "…well, maybe a little."

She laughed at me while I made my way to her old room. It was very girly and pink and cute that it nearly made me sick every time I looked at something.

I made my way to the closet doors, "So what's the big news?"

"I've become a Pokémon breeder!"

I blinked in surprise. I've never heard of the term breeder before. "What's that?"

"It means that I raise Pokémon and find them suitable mates so to improve their moveset and stats and things like that. It's more complicated and stuff, but it's what I'm learning right now."

I pushed her clothes aside and peered deeper inside. "So, like, you're helping make stronger Pokémon? Like the day care?"

If she were with me right now, I'd bet she'd ruffle my hair. "Something like that, kiddo."

"I'm not a kid anymore!" I sang back, plucking my bag from behind her laundry basket. It must've fallen in there when I was flipping through her shirts this morning. (I had nothing good to wear! I swear! Besides, I didn't even take anything in the end…) "Found it!"

"Good," She said, "Did you consider what path you were going to take?"

"Path?" I repeated like a clueless Buneary, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like," I could tell she was waving her hands around as she tried to think up words. "What you're doing to do when you go on your journey. I mean, knowing you, you're obviously going to become a trainer, duh. But what else? Like, are you just going to travelling around until you find something to do? Like, your passion?"

"I dunno, Alyson…" I mumbled dropping onto my bed with a sigh, kicking the pile of clothes off so that I was no longer awkwardly lying on them, "Probably. I mean, I'm still too young to think about the future!"

"Yes," She murmured, "But I want you to be sure of yourself when you leave school… What if being a trainer isn't your thing?"

"Of course it's my thing!" I quickly dismissed her idea with pump of my fist, "I was born to be a trainer!"

She giggled, "You sure are confident in yourself!"

"Of course!" I chirped back, letting my fist drop back to my side, "I want to be the very best! Like no one ever was! To catch them is my real test! To train them is my cause!"

Now she burst out laughing, "You're quoting that song, aren't you?"

"Yup!" I twirled a lock of my messy brown hair to distract myself, "I was always wondering… where do you live right now? Maybe I could come and visit you!"

"Johto, duh"

I rolled my eyes, "I know that, but which city or town or whatever?"

"Goldenrod!"

I gasped and would've swatted her if she was next to me, "Get out! The big city? Seriously?"

"Yes seriously!" She squealed back, "At first I wasn't so sure, but then the business was so good and it felt like home and I can't imagine anywhere else!"

I sighed, feeling a pang of jealousy, "I'm so going to visit you!"

"I hope so!" She giggled.

There was an awkward pause of silence. I chose to ignore it and rolled off my bed, gathering the clothes I dropped back onto my bed. "What should I wear?" I asked myself, tossing a few sweatshirts aside, "I'm leaving tomorrow with my Pokémon. I've gotta wear something super cool."

"You're exaggerating!" Alyson laughed yet rolled her eyes at me through the phone. It's a wonder how I knew her so well—I always hated her perfectness when she used to live here.

"Am not!" I whined back, "I want the image of my badass self leaving the city to be engraved into everyone's mind! That way, when I come back with my super cool team of 6 sweet and badass Pokémon, everyone will think I'm even more badass-like!"

Silence greeted me. I knew she was in awe.

"Okay," she finally responded after a while. "So you just want to seem badass?"

I beamed at my bag, "Yes! I knew you'd get it!"

"That's a stupid reason."

I was taken aback. I thought she'd understand! "W-what? No it's not!"

She seemed grim now, which was odd hearing that from her. "Your recklessness will end up hurting yourself and your team in the future."

"N-no! Even if I don't know what you mean, it won't! I'll take good care of my team! We'll be the best and no one will ever get hurt!" I was getting desperate for her to understand. My soon-to-be Pokémon and I will be fine! I know she worries about me and how brainless I can be at times, but I'm sure it won't affect our journey! I'll totally control myself from doing stupid things!

"That's the thing," Her voice broke in that weird way that I could tell that she was sad and on the brink of tears. Oh crud. Did I say something wrong? "You don't know! You won't know until it's too late! You'll lose them and no matter what you do, you can never have them back! It's all your fault! One mistake and they're gone forever!" She was hiccupping and even though I couldn't see her crying, I knew that she was. She voice was bordering hysterics and it was getting muffled, getting harder to understand as she progressed. It didn't make sense, lose them? Lose my Pokémon? No way! That'll never happen!

I felt that pang of guilt for making my sister cry. "Hey, Alyson, don't cry! That won't happen to me, I promise, okay? I'll even call you every day if I have to, if that helps! J-just don't cry—"

"Excuse me, I'd appreciate if you called some other time." A sudden manly voice, which in no way resembled my dad's, rumbled through the phone. "Goodbye."

WHO IN THE WORLD DARES INTERUPT SISTER BONDING TIME? "Wait a seco—"

He hung up on me.

ON ME.

OH NO HE DIDN'T!

HOW DARE HE?

He manhandled my sis' phone! No one dares touch my sister's stuff unless they have a death wish! Oh no! This is bad! My sister has been kidnapped! That's why she called! Not only for my birthday, but to call for help from her sister! She probably felt so guilty that she didn't want mom and dad to know, so she knew I'd understand and help her out before it was too late!

DON'T WORRY SISTA, I'MA COMIN'!