My name is Hazel. I'm 14 years old,and I have a gift. I can read peoples and Pokémon feelings and emotions. Others,that used to be my friends,called me a freak years later since I showed them my gift. Mama and papa keep me in the basement, because they consider me not fit to be in society. I'm practically 95 pounds,yet they hate to see me in public with them. Probably cause I'm blind in one eye. My Pokémon don't mind,though I know their scared for me. My flaaffy likes to cuddle me but my Pichu gets jealous alot. My others are sleeping but I'm not sure. I'm going to head to the kitchen upstairs,maybe I won't be forgotten again...
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FanfictionHazel Didn't care that everyone hated her. She rather have her Pokémon company than being left alone. Three days later, her Pokémon are missing and in their place were humans that looked like them?! She starts to rethink her whole life as she starts...
