I don't know what I was trying to accomplish with this. I know one of my favorite things is to give characters backstory. I suppose that's what I was attempting with this. I don't care for this writing, based around Tracey from Pokemon, but it is something I cared enough about when I wrote to put it on a website.
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No one liked him, he was an outkast and no one in his grade wanted to play with him. Tracey sat in a corner, silently staring into space, tears trickling down his face.
"Keep your chin up dear." his older sister said, walking over to him. Tracey tried to quickly wipe away the tears so she wouldn't see.
"I don't understand, why am I differant?" Tracey looked up at her, sorrow in his eyes. "I wish mom and dad were still alive, then maybe I could fit in."
"Well," his siter began, "why would you want to? Being differant is what makes you special. Here, I got you something." she pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper.
Tracey eagerly ripped it open and discovered a special sketch book with a Marill embossed on the cover as well as a pack of pencils with differant types of bug pokemon on them. "Oh, thank you so much sis!" he hugged her tightly.
"Anytime," she smiled. "Now stand up, I want to take a picture of you to remember your happiness forever." she pulled out a disposable camera and took a picture of a blushing Tracey.
Two years later, she died.
Tracey just stood at the side of the coffin, emotionless. First his parents, and then his sister. Everyone he was close to had died. He was alone now and he couldn't bear it. He didn't care that the funeral was still in progress, he ran outside, his tie blowing over his shoulder and the wind blowing through his growing black hair.
He was still wearing his pink headband, his sister had given that to him when he had longer hair and it kept getting in his face. Tracey ran all the way to the lab at the center of Manderin Island. Inside he was greeted by Proffesor Ivy. "Hello Tracey, isn't your sister's funeral today?" she asked him.
"Yeah, but I can't stand everyone crying and everything, I'm sick of all of them." Tracey sat down on a bench, after knocking off the assorted socks and other misplaced items.
"Have some hot choclate, I just made some. It's unusually cold today." Professor Ivy poured him a cup and Tracey accepted it, taking a timid sip. Professor Ivy downed her first cup and got another. "Anything I can do for you today?"
"Well, I just turned ten, and I know that's the age you can get your first pokemon, I was wondering if I could get a pokemon today, you know, maybe it may help keep me company." Tracey sighed.
"Well, we don't have any starter pokemon in, but I'm sure we can find something for you. What would you like?" Professor Ivy set her cup down and put the pot of hot choclate back on the stove.
"Well, my sister was fond of bug pokemon, and I guess I've become so too. Maybe a Venonat." Tracey remembered that there was a Venonat on the pencils his sister had given him two years earlier.
"Luckily I know we have one. It's a foriegner, so it's colors are non-tropical. Someone abandened it who was visting from Kanto. I've been in a tizzy trying to figure out what to do with it." Prfessor Ivy adjusted her lab coat.
"That'd be so perfect, a Venonat of my own." Tracey smiled, but then quickly frowned as he remembered the reasoning for his wanting a pokemon.
Prfessor Ivy told him to wait while she went in the back. About fifteen minutes later, she came back with a pokeball. "There you go, inside is the Venonat. Poor creature, it will do him good to get off of the island. Are you going to go for badges now?" she asked him.
"No, I want to draw pokemon. Maybe Venonat can help me."
