Hi there.

My name is Ashton.

Everyone calls me Ash, though.

Today is my first day in Cerulean City.

A new slate...

After my parent's divorce, I lost a lot of friends. They liked my dad, but he... wasn't a very good person. My mother has me convinced I'm useless, which is alright. I doubt myself a lot.

I hide a lot.

Maybe I will find someone here that I won't have to hide from...

Until then, I'll play Pokemon until we get there... I hate moving.

I miss my 'friends.'

They didn't care for me much, but I wanted some companionship, so they worked. Have you ever been that desperate for friends you 'befriended' people that you barely knew and kind of hated to not be alone?

Yeah, I'm that kid.

Maybe here I won't be that kid... I've never not been that kid...

It'll be nice... And different...

I jumped when Mom suddenly took a turn.

"Sorry Ash, I just almost missed the turn. I forget you're so jumpy..."

I looked out the window, Pokemon game momentarily forgotten. 

I wish I wasn't like this, I thought, thinking of all of the things that made me this scared little rabbit of a person.

Mainly my father. I want him to die, I thought, looking down at my arm where a really deep wound was, and a bunch of tiny ones around it.

I looked in the rear-view mirrors angrily, immediately looking over this huge gash covering the whole left side of my face, trailing down to my throat, where it tapered off...

I sighed and went back to Pokemon.

Before I knew it, we were pulling in to our new two story home.

"Now, Ash, school starts in a few days. Look through your bags to find the supplies. I know we got them all."

"Alright, Mom," I grumbled. She signed me up earlier this summer, when she was still fighting for custody. After what happened a few weeks ago, they let her have us.

Let's... not go there.

I rummaged through the boxes and my bags and found all that I needed, shower supplies, a few shirts and pants, my old hoodie, and all of my school supplies. I can't say that I'd miss Viridian Junior High, or the High school itself... It was a nightmare.

But let's not go there, either.

Now that I can drive, it won't be so bad, right? No bus bullies, at least.

I sighed with relief as I took my stuff to my room.

Mine. I called it. There were already beds here. Mine was a full sized bed, and the walls were painted electric blue...

I'm gonna love it here.