Chapter 1

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- Oblivion -

I stared at my parents. "What? Why?"

"Honey, I know it's hard. But you need to understand." My mother, a vaporeon, said sweetly. No matter how sweet her voice was, her words pierced my heart like bullets. "We have to."

"You have to leave me? You have to do what some big old dork says? Mother, I don't think so." I shouted.

My father, a umbreon, was shocked. "Oblivion, no. It's complicated."

"Darn right, it's complicated!" I yelled. "I'm not listening to Mr. I'm-So-Important!"

"Honey, please." My mother begged. "It's do or die."

I growled. "I choose die."

- Hope -

I sat on my bed and wondered why I had to do this. Because it was for the greater good? Sending me away was for the greater good?

I started to cry. My name was a joke. What is hope? Not something I had!

My door opened and my brother, a jolteon, entered. "Hope, what's wrong?"

- Howard -

"Hope, what's wrong?" I asked my sister. I was worried. Tears streamed down her face. I knew what was wrong, though. I had just wiped away my own tears.

"Why are they sending us away?" She said sadly. "What did we do wrong?"

- Starfall -

I stared at the paper I had. I drew a park with a lake and people laughing on a bench. But my future was not bright like their expressions. I was being sent away.

As tears stained the paper, I let my hopes of happiness go.

- Falcon -

I sat on my roof, ignoring my parents calling my name. I tried to calm myself by focusing on the wind blowing through my fur. The wind didn't hate me like they did.

I couldn't. This time my parents' calls and the tears I was holding back broke my focus. So I let my tears go and continued to ignore my parents.

Why must I have to go?

- Nathan -

I beat the stuffing out of the punching bag. Get rid of me, will they? I'll show them. I'll be a champion and conquer that stupid head who told them I was better off somewhere else. I'll rule the world.

I threw the final punch and the punching bag fell apart. I frowned.

What was I thinking? He was right. I put my parents in danger on a regular basis.

I sat and cried. My parents didn't have to bother sending me. I'd already been too much trouble. I'd find it myself.

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