So her assistant, who was an Eevee, picked me up and had me put into the no no place, THE POKEBALL!!!!!!

   The machine whirled and out of the other side I came. I stood and admired myself. Pop really knew me well. I was wearing a yellow and black hoodie with navy blue distressed jeans.

     "Hello there, gorgeous," I said as Pop made her way to me.

     "PIKA!" she cried as she ran to me. I felt as though she was mine and mine alone. It was just me and her again.

     "Mind telling me what's going on here?" Ash asked. I hugged him but hesitated just a split second. What if he didn't love me anymore? "Pikachu?"

     "Ash, I prefer the name Pika. Not that I don't enjoy the name Pikachu, it's just a mouthful, isn't it? This is my one and only true love, Pop." The words came tumbling out of me and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop them once they had started.

     "Okay, nice to meet you, Pop. I'm Ash, Pika's trainer." He extended a friendly hand of which Pop gratefully took.

     "Ash, can we go home?" I asked once all the other pokèmon had gone through.

     "Of course we can!" Ash answered, and my heart knew it was where I was ment to be.

So, Crazyfangirl3605 again. I wanted to share a story with you guys. I don't own this story, and I wanted to make that clear. A girl wanted a ring, but her boyfriend gave her a little stuffed bear. She got mad and threw it in the road. He wanted her to take it back, but was killed trying to get it from the road. At his funeral, the girl hugged the bear. A machine inside it said, "Will you marry me?" Guess what she found inside: a ring.

Be grateful for what you have, you never know when something bigger will be taken from you. Happy new year, guys. Hope you can count your blessings, not your flaws. Check out this song if you need some help finding them.