Chapter 1

I lie down on a one of many bunk beds. The day when I am born. As I remembered back. Stretching this very same day as my seemly death is a lie where I popped out of my soon to be neglected mother's vagina. It is wonder when I born from a woman named nurse Joy or accurately she does has her last named Joy. But I did not bother or trying what my mother first name was. Even my father as well. It was apparently for me to born into the world as better to be an orphan. At least, I am not born from a tube.

For how do I know, I just thrown into a sea of baby cribs in a vast room without any of my parents claim as one over time. Maybe my perspective as a baby as skewed hard for being small and vulnerable. But what I do know that feeling of being constantly moving around and listening loud noises. Makes myself more bored and tired. Sure I struggle as in a denial, a lot from feeling my gender is a girl until sorta give up or became somewhat acceptable over my need of sleep. Of course, I went on as time goes where I do basic needs. Not to mention, I learn many things outside influence of my prison in a form of a crib. As the most obvious part that I am in reality where Pokémon exist and other important things I would rant to myself later tomorrow when I wake up.