"You think she would have said the same thing about a black girl murdered by a white guy in the deep south? I bet not."
One comes and grabs me by the hair, bringing me over. I moan as he drags me to dilods, while inside I'm screaming for him to stop. A little of me must still be there because tears are streaming down my face even though that stupid lustful expression is still on my face.
I shrug as a catch my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass. The Professor and Mom's warning float through my mind.
Don't go into the tall grass, you could get hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you. ' I smile, they worry over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip.
I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow Moonster. Damn. ' I flip over and sit up, rubbing my back, trying to get the pain to soften...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑