Hey there readers~ Welcome to my first chaptered story- Bittersweet Memories. This is a just short little prologue- I just really need some comments and suggestions so I can get my plot going. This story will mainly be Romance, with Drama and occasionally humor. I got my inspiration from watching "Rent" the movie really recently, & reading quite a few amazing fanfics. And of course music. There will be a ton of that in this story. Hehe. (:

I recommend this for ages 13+. There will be mentions of many T-Rated subjects. (Swearing, Drugs, Alcohol...) It won't be graphic, and I'll keep it as vague as I can, but the plot involves it so, sorry! D:

Disclaimer: I don't nor will ever own Pokemon or it's characters.

Bittersweet Memories

It was all an act. Those happy-go-lucky smiles, those hyperactive moments, her quirky, carefree, loving self. Sure it was the same way she acted before she even met him, but now its all a forced charade. Fooling those around her to think she's stronger, even though she's just trying to fool her self. He played her like a piano and beat her like a drum and it hurt- a lot. More than anyone can even imagine. But no one knows that, of course. Because she hides it behind her mask. Her once trusting heart was shattered into a million pieces with irreplaceable parts. Those bright green eyes revealed nothing. No emotion. Because that would make her weak.

It was an amazing feeling. Like floating on air. Screw those girls who called her an immature whore. Screw her father who left her and her mother to rot, and barely survive. Screw those people who judge, but don't understand. Screw the world. She knows its wrong, but it feels so... right. And it makes her feel so good. It made her feel mature- adults do it right? She saw them on TV, in their short little skirts and powdered faces. That must be the key to confidence. It gave her power. It helped make her stand up a little taller, look people straight in the eye, and take control of her own life. It made her feel important. And besides, a little drink couldn't hurt anyone... right?

Consider it bad luck. Or maybe karma from her past life. But she had lost everything. Her parents. Her home. Her entire childhood. Gone in a single blow. And now she was gonna lose the only thing she had left, her brother, to leukemia. While her classmates would go off to the mall after school, she went straight to her minimum-wage fast food job, studying in between orders. When that shift was over, she'd go to be a waitress at a cheap diner. That was her life everyday since the incident, and everyday she never missed out on a chance to visit her little brother in the hospital. She had worked so hard her entire life for luck to be on her side, and nothing- or no one will stand in the way.

She wasn't perfect. She would never be. She didn't have long flowing hair, a perfect hourglass figure and a flawless face. She wasn't girly or giggly, but she was true to herself. Isn't that all that matters?
But that wasn't good enough. She was never good enough. Sure, you can get surgery to make yourself seem perfect- but her sisters' didn't need to do that. They didn't hesitate to recommend it to her though. Fake boobs, a fake face- she didn't want to go under the scalpel. She faked it all. She faked being a fake. She put on a ton of makeup, forced herself into the "right" clothes to give her a figure, and all just to be sensational. Just like her sisters.

...so? What do you guys think? Any suggestions/comments/concerns/etc? Too cliche, too dramatic, not dramatic enough, too confusing...? Be sure to review, because I'm basing this story off of what you guys want. (: So if your the only one who reviews, then the story goes your way. woooo!

I also was originally planning to make the main focus contestshipping with the other couples on the side, but how does it sound if I just make all the ships equal? Or do you guys want me to focus on a certain ship? See, it all goes down to reviewing again. xD

Btw, Could you tell who was who?
Next update will either be tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for reading~

~Brie