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The Eyes of My Mother

Do you know what it's like to be raised in Team Rocket? I didn't think so. Well, I was born and raised in Team Rocket. I would've gladly traded for James' life any day.  I was taught to walk and talk earlier than normal kids do. As soon as I could talk, I had to learn motto reciting. If you stuttered or made a mistake, they had a pokemon freeze you. And when you were thawed out, they made you try it again. When I could walk, I had to practice avoiding pokemon's attacks. This was even harder. They used real pokemon. If you made a single mistake, you were frozen, burned, electrocuted or hit by acid or other things. But that wasn't the worst thing of being raised in Team Rocket. I never had a toy but one, and I ended up breaking it when I was 4.

But that's still not the worst of it. Soon into our training, we were taught that we couldn't trust anyone, not even the boss and fellow Team Rocket members. That's when Cassidy and I stopped being best friends, 'cause she always told on me and because of the lessons. We were also taught the art of disguises. That was the only part of the training I standed a little. After about 10 wasted years of my life of that, my mother said it was time to start the hard training. Now, if the so-called "Easy" training was that hard, what would you think of the real "Hard" training? Over the years, I had saved up hidden money. I had had to hide it because whatever money I made, my mother took it away for herself. Did she even care if I got hurt? No. In fact, she was the usual cause of it. Well, anyway, I managed to save up enough money, and ran away.

The night I ran away was the night before I was to start the "Hard" training. When I ran away, I expected to never see my mother again. How wrong I soon found I was. One night as I ran, I bumped into a little lavender-blue haired kid. Instead of telling you, I'll tell you the conversation.  "Ow, kid, watch it!" "S...s...sorry. P...Please don't hurt me." "Hurt you? Why would I do that?" "But everyone has all ways hurt me and-" "Kid, listen here. I know what you've experienced. I guess we both ran away, huh?" "You ran away too?!" "Yes, to get away from a cruel, unloving place. You?" "Same reasons." " Ya know, we might as well try to fulfill our dreams. What's yours?" "To join Team Rocket." I must've been very scared looking then, 'cause he got real quiet and waited for me to talk. "Listen here, you don't wanna join Team Rocket." "But I wanna catch pokemon!" "You can be a pokemon trainer, y'know."

"No, I can't. My parents wouldn't let me have a chance." "Really? I didn't get a chance either. But I heard that if you go to pokemon tech, they let you buy pokemon!" "Really?! Then lets join! But...I didn't take any money when I ran away." "I did, though, now, kid, I have enough for both of us. Lets get going." "But you don't even know my name! And besides, I wanna donut!!!" "Quit whining! Now, fine, go ahead and tell me your name." "It's James. But I don't know yours!" "Jessica, but I can't stand being called that. So call me Jessie or Jess, or experience the wonders of a black eye. Got it?" "Y...yes, Jessie." "Now come on. The school doors open in ten minutes! Let's get going!" I joined pokemon tech, and studied hard to take the entrance exam,  but the night before the test, James and I had a party with the few friends we made at the tech. During the middle of the party, someone burst in. Their eyes were fiery, angry, hateful, and yet there was an evil pleasure in them. The eyes of a criminal.

The eyes of my mother. I was terrified, so terrified that I had fainted. James filled me in on what happened next. He and his friends were shocked to find the toughest kid in the school scared so much that I fainted. They realized that if I was scared of her, then they had to run her off. They did so. For the time, anyway. James didn't tell me how. But he did tell me that they all saw the bright red R on the top half of her outfit. Even though she was gone, the shock of her finding me made me miss all of the questions on the test. That is, all but one. The one question I got right was "The name of the criminal organization that experiments and steals pokemon is _____ _______."

Team Rocket wasn't quite as well known then, so very few got it right. In fact, I was the only one who did. When I got my grade back, it was an F. I hadn't expected more. But there was a note attached to it, which read. How did you know about Team Rocket? Very few people do. One of your family members can't be a Team Rpcket member, can they? Or are you a member  yourself? As the grades were passed out, someone burst in. I knew her, all too well. There were the eyes again. Once again, it was my mother. The R on her outfit was all too obvious. "Where's Jessica?" She growled in an evil, angry, yet evilly pleased tone. I shrank back as far as I could, but  she still saw me. "There you are! Jessica, you should know better than to try and quit Team Rocket!" Everyone stared at me as she grabbed me. I screamed. No one made a move to help, except for Tyra and James. Tyra called out her Shellder and distracted my mother while James grabbed me and pulled me away.  One of the kids called the police, and soon their sirens could be heard. That was when she dissapeared, but not without having the last word. "I'll get you back yet, Jessica."

She had said in a sinister tone as she dissapeared. "Do you know that woman, Jessie?" The Teacher asked. I had to answer. "T…that's…my…mother." I said between gasps for breath. "You're in Team Rocket?" The teacher asked, fear and anger in her voice. "I…was…but…I…didn't…want to be in it. I happen to have been born into it." Then the teacher and the other kids in the class stormed out, not hearing anything but 'I...was'. Tyra and James were the only two left in the room.  Tyra offered to let me join the bike gang she was in. "Where is it?" "Sunnytown." "I think that's far enough away from Viridian." "It's past Fushia." "Really? Ok then!" "C...can I come too?" James asked. "If it's ok with Tyra." "Sure!" And that's how I joined the bike gang. Oh, and about that chain I swung around my head? I'll explain. You see, in Team Rocket, at about the age of  8, we were taught to ride motercycles while swinging chains of whips. We used them to grab pokemon that were outside of their pokeballs at the time. And well, that kinda turned into a habit, and you know what they say.

"Old habits die hard". We lived a peacful life in thhe bike gang for around 6 years.  On my birthday, James gave me the pokemon I'd always wanted. An Ekans. In return, I gave him a Koffing. But my peaceful years there were stopped suddenely. James and I were performing a dare. We we supposed to ride across the half-finished bridge in a storm We had made it fine so far, but then a whip swang around and grabbed the handlebar of my bike, causing it to turn over. I was tossed to the side. James soon stopped his bike and got off to help me. But then something glared at us, so we couldn't move. A person in a trenchcoat was standing there, and you could only see their eyes. I knew right away who it was. The cold, angry, yet evily pleased eyes that I knew all to well. There they were again. The eyes of my mother. "I've finally got you Jessica!" She said, and dragged us both off with her.

After months of the hard training, and recovering from the punishment I got as soon as I was taken back to headquarters, James and I went out on assignments. For a while, we did good, because I didn't want my mother to get mad But she was all ways mad, so I soon became scared of going back to headquarters. And that just happened to be the time when we first got shocked by Pikachu. And so now we've been after it for a while and could easily have it, I'm too frightened of my mother to capture him.
James knows this, and so does Meowth, so they fail with me, all though Meowth constantly tortures me for being scared, all though he's scared of her himself.

"Jessie, come on! Wake up!" "Huh?" I just woke up. A start of yet another day that's worthless for me. "Jessie, we gotta capture that Pikachu sometime! I know you're scared, Jessie, but you know what'll happen if we fail again!" "Right. Today the twerps'll have the real taste of Team Rocket!" James is surprised by my willingness. "Now, instead of all these gadgets, I'll just do it the old fashioned way. James, you didn't have full training. I have. Just leave it all to me. But you can distract them. Meowth too. Just throw on some disguises and keep them distracted. Got it?"

"Yeah. But Jessie, when are we gonna eat!?" "DON'T YOU EVER THINK OF ANYTHING BESIDES FOOD!?" :::Whack::: "Ow!" "Now lets get going!" "Ok. But when do we eat?" "GRR!" :::Whack::: Ash, Misty and Brock were walking down the road, as usual. Hey, you can't call them the twerps all the time. I watched from down the road. Just then James ran up, disguised as a young pokemon trainer with Meowth on four legs at his heels. "P…please. You've got to help me!" He said, saying his lines perfectly, and convincingly. "Whoah, what's wrong?" "T…team Rocket. T…they're after my Meowth!" "Meow! Meowth Meowth Owth!" "Team Rocket?" Ash, twerp no.1 asked James. "Did one have this weird hairdo that curls with red hair and blue eyes?"
"Yyes."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about them. They stink." I can't take it any longer. The plans going into action…NOW! "Oh, we stink, do we?!" "Not again!" "I'll have you know, I take a shower every morning! Now James!" With that, James throws off his costume. "I've had enough of this! Pikachu, thundershock now! Blow Team Rocket sky-high!" However, though James gets fried, I quickly and easily jump aside. "I hate do this,and I don't want to, but I have too. My…ugh…mother'll get mad if I don't. And my mother's worse than Jezzebell. So, sorry, but it looks like I'll be taking Pikachu from you now." I say, while dodging numerous attacks. With that, I whirl a whip out and it succsessfully wraps around Pikachu, holding it tight. I then simply slip it in a rubber bag.

I pull a motercycle out of nowhere and James and I hop on, followed by Meowth, and speed off. Pikachu cries Pikapi over and over again. I hear Ash screaming Pikachu until we're out of hearing distance. When we reach headquarters, I beg James to go in by himself. Even so, my mother finds me outside. There are the eyes again. "So, all that work and all you caught was a measly Pikachu!?" M…mother, it's powers are stronger than the others. I…it should be sent t…to the labs for testing." "Stronger or not stronger, I don't care! You really messed up this time, Jessica! And just so you won't get away…Arbok! You know the drill! Glare at her!" As I find mself unable to move, I close my eyes in fear of what will come next. Just then, I hear a "Squirtle, water gun attack now!" I open my eyes a bit and see Team Twerp there, with Squirtle soaking my mother. Then Pikachu comes out, and thundershocks her. With that she dashes away. Of course, I'm still unable to move, but not unable to talk.Well, barely able.

"W...w....why...did...you...help...me?" "Uh... Oh yeah! I remember now! For one thing, you said you didn't want to do it, for another... Uh, what was it again?" "ASH! Don't tell me you don't remember!?" "Hmm, this seems suprisingly like me and James..." "Ok, then I won't!" "ASH! Can't you remember a single thing!!??" "Uh..." "NEVER MIND! I'LL TELL HER!!!" "Excuse me, but while you two are arguing, I'm STILL UNABLE TO MOVE!!!!" I shout, unable to stand this any longer. Those two are worse than James and I!!! If I could have moved, those two would have wound up with some mallet-marks on their heads! I had a new one I had wanted to try out. "It's just that we couldn't help hearing what you said, so we looked up some things at the library, ad we found out several things. I think you could quit if you tried, and wanted to." "I can't. I've tried. She always finds me." "Not this time she won't!" Misty said, with a slight sneer in her voice. I then see Officer Jennies everywear, arresting Team Rocket members. "Do you want to try?" Misty asks. I can't say anything, so I just nod my head.

13 years later: I sigh, slightly happily, as I look out the window. The new pokemon reserve is working out wonderfully. It was a perfect idea James had. I then see someone come riding towards the house on a Ponyta. I see red hair, and emerald green eyes. It's Jenni, or actually Jennifer. The young seven-year-old runs in. I look into those eyes, and see the innocent eyes of a child. The eyes I used to have. As I settle the argument she and her little brother, Jonas, had, I look into the mirror. I see the eyes. The happy eyes of a mother, yet still, there's a criminal evilness in them, the cruel look. I will always have eyes like this. The eyes of my mother. The eyes of me.