Misty wasn't sure how she knew it was going to be an important day, she just did. Maybe it was because the day was so beautiful and sunny? Maybe it was the simple pleasure of just kicking back and fishing as long as she wanted? Not a care in the world and all the potential of a good catch. 

And then she did catch something, something big.

Only it was a boy and not a water pokemon. 

And then everything happened so fast. He had a pikachu and it was hurt. What a horrible trainer! He was abusive! And then he stole her bike! He was an abusive thief! And then the spearow and the storm... It was all too much. 

The birds swooped at her so she ran away and hid. She came out after they left and gathered up her stuff like her fishing pole and bag, cursing the boy for taking her transportation. She had to ride out the storm here, protected just by trees. But it wasn't a bad storm after all, aside from that HUGE lightening strike. When it lightened up she rushed after him. 

She found the spearows first. All of them were unconscious. 

Misty was as shocked as they were. "D-did the pikachu do this?" And then she was angry. These poor birds and that poor pikachu. It wasn't in any condition for more fighting! Especially not enough to take out all these birds! It was so cruel she felt tears in her eyes. 

That awful boy needed to be locked up!!! "Especially," she said, "Because he stole my..."

Just then her eyes finally fell on her bike, abandoned and burnt.  "Bike!" she finished.

She dropped everything in her arms and stumbled forward.

"W-WHAT!!! No way!" She reached for it and then clenched her fists. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" she screamed at the boy, causing some of the spearow to flinch. 

She glanced at them and then, worried they might still be angry when they woke up, shoved everything into a bundle and lugged it all, including her bike, down to the town, blessing the fact that it was downhill and not far. While cursing the fact that she couldn't be on her bike while she did this.

She caught up to the boy in time to see him going with a cop.

"Huh! That's appropriate!" she hurried after them, calling, but they didn't hear. Then, just as she got up to the officer's house, apparently, they came speeding out of the garage and backfired exhaust at her.

"HEY! What's the big idea!!" she cried. Unfortunately they were in too much of a hurry to notice. 

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Misty was miserable and tired and dirty now. So she took a break at the first shop she saw, glancing back out at her bike every few seconds, getting angrier every time she looked at it. She came back out, restored, and practically ran to the pokemon center where she knew he'd still be. It was getting very dark now. 

She saw the officer leave, but the boy wasn't with her.

She strode inside, still hauling her bike as evidence, and called out in a loud voice, ""AHA! Now I've got you!" Misty huffed and puffed. "I knew I'd find you here!" More huffing.  She stomped over to him and held the bike overhead like she was going to throw it at him. 

"Look what you did to my bike, you little punk! If this is how you treat things I can see why your pokemon had to be--"

Suddenly she wobbled, loosing her balance more every second. The bike fell on her and skidded way. Misty spilled onto the floor. Grimacing, she rubbed the back of her head and sat up slowly. Unbelievable!!! Except that she was overwrought and exhausted. If only she'd been more careful it might not have happened. But blaming herself didn't make her any less mad at the boy.