Note: this story's narrator is Jessie I htink she asks herself questions in parts, like in the first sentence.
Jessie, why do you hit me all the time? Ooh, tough question. Simple enough, but how can I explain the torture I went through? It was horrible. Absoloutly horrible. I grew up in your average family, if you can call it average. My mom died when I was born, and my dad blamed me for it. I think it's because I look just like her that he treated me the way he did. He hated me. Absoloutly hated me. We had enough money for me to have enough food, clothes and toys, but I only got to wear 1 outfit. It was horrible. A grey, dirty T-shirt and a pair of really small jeans. I must of worn the same outfit for 10 years before I ran away. If you wanted to know, wearing those same jeans for 10 years and doing all the work for my dad is what kept me in shape. Well, my dad gave me no toys, no hugs, no nothing. not even food. So I'm used to what I eat in Team Rocket. It's pretty much the same thing I ate my whole life. My dad made me do everything. And he didn't let me go to school. And when I tried to practice my singing, he told me to shut up and do the laundry or the dishes or something. Was it my fault I was raised this way? My dad hated me, and abused me, so why do you think I hit James? I was raised rough, so I grew up rough. What? You think nobody knew about it? Oh, everybody knew, they just either didn't care, or were too scared of my father to do anything. Who is my father? You may have heard of him. His name is Giovanni.
Yes, my boss is my dad. He doesn't know, of course, that I'm his runaway daughter. If he saw me in person he may recognise me. And if he recognises me, I'm doomed. That's why our plans to capture Pikachu always fail, 'cause I don't want my father to recognise me. I know it's selfish, that when you're little you are taught to share. Well, I was never taught that, or anything. I taught myself the way I needed to be taught. I needed to be tough, fast, and an expert at getting away. Well, Jessie? James is looking at me, a little concerned. Well,uh- Before I can finish the question, Meowth bursts in in a panic. Da Boss wants to see us... in person! I must have looked truly terrified, 'cause James tells me it'll be ok. I scream at him and tell him it won't and run off into the woods and cry.
I must've been heard or something, because at that moment, the three twerps walk by. They notice me sobbing and actually stop to ask what's wrong. I can't stop crying to tell them, but finally manage to choke out my story. What I don't know is that Meowth and James heard every word. (In the background.) So dat's why we always fail. Yes, and no wonder she's so violent. Who would've thought dat da way for us to be rich was right in front of our noses. James, taking Meowth's statement literally, looked in front of his nose. Meowth! Not dat way. You see, if Jessie's da boss' daughter Jessica, we'll get rich because he's offering a reward! Meowth then starts to run off to tell the boss, but James, finally doing something smart, grabs him. You can't tell the boss! Just look at her crying. I bet she keeps her hair like that so he won't recognise her on the screen. Y...You're right. I say, as I step in the light, letting them know I heard every word. Grabbing Meowth's paws in one hand so he can't scratch me, and his body in the other, I lift him up and say: You unfeeling little cat! I can see why the boss replaced you with a persian! It can't talk english, for one thing, so it can't order us around, and for another, it my just have more feelings than you! And with that, I toss him away, and give him a ball of yarn which'll keep him busy. But, Jess, we still have to go into his office. Yes. Then I have no choice. I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I have no choice but to go. And with that, I pick up Meowth, hand him to James, and walk off.
At Team Rocket HQ: Boss, two people and one pokemon to see you, sir. Send them in. James came in first, then Meowth. Well, where is the third? Right here. I say as I sit down, hiding my face with a gas mask. Take the mask off. I'm sorry sir, I can't. TAKE IT OFF! "Gulp" Yes, sir. I tilt my head down and take off the mask. The boss comes over, the Persian following him, and grabs my chin hard and lifts my face up. Slowly a grin spreads over his face and he orders a couple of other members, to take me away to some place or other. I expect a dungeon or something. Then, the two assigned to take me away come in and it's...it's Butch and Cassidy. Cassidy looks at me in surprise, then grabs me. I look back at James for help, but the boss had got him trapped in a conversation. And when the Boss starts talking to you, there's no escape.Surprisingly, instead of a dungeon, they take me to a beauty parler! There, two Rocket's who have heard directly from the boss that if a girl comes in there unwillingly that it's his daughter and they are to dress her up as much as possible. Perhaps our long time apart has changed his heart. Apparently it has. My hair is washed and combed out, nothing too drastic, they also got rid of all the makeup I had on and made the natural beauty in my face come out. Told you I had the most beautiful face in the world!Then, they gave me a full-length pinkish-red dress with a split to my knees that has no sleeves, just straps. I am also given white above-the-knee high-heeled boots, and white elbow length gloves. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Later: It isn't. My father has changed in my absence. Aah, it's a wonderful life. Cassidy and the others respect me now, but what I'm most glad about is my father's change of heart. James does not have a new partner, and stays at headquarters on my orders. "Wink" So you see, it isn't that bad now. Uh-oh, I've gotta go, James just ate all the cafeteria's food again.That James, it seems that his appetite has increased and not his brains!Actually, I think his brains are shrinking and his appetite taking it's place...I've got to go buy more. So, bye!
