Anaya's Journal

[Tsuki~!]

Entry One: Missy bought us journals. Oh, joy.

Dunno whose bright idea this was, but it sure wasn't mine. And since she's got that whole telekinetic thing going on, we actually have to write in them. Lau won't, I'm pretty sure, and Siri definatley won't, but I told Missy I would, and if the little kids see me writing, maybe they will. Even though Lau has already probably thrown his away... I think that I might have changed my mind about this journal. If I keep it with me, no one can read it, and... I like just ranting. Gah, if Missy read this, she'd have a fit.

I think I'll start at the beginning, just in case one day long after I die, someone will say, "What about that Cherrim pokemorph, Anaya? What about her?" That'd be the day, huh?

Anyway... As I've said, I'm a pokemorph. Cherrim, as you probably know, have two forms. As do I. I have my usual form, the one I force myself to stay in, which is the sunny day form, all bubbly and pink and happy. And then my other form, which is much, much closer to me. Darker, not so bubbly. Me. I was kidnapped as a little girl, just like the rest of us in the original Mismiga family. The lab we were at mixed us with Pokemon DNA, and ended up like we are. When the lab exploded, Missy took those of us who needed her and created a family. No one remembers anything that happened in the lab, or their lives before that.

I do. I remember everything. All the experiments, longing to go home, the screaming when something went wrong... I remember. It was hell, that's what it was. But no one else remembers, and if they knew I did, they might worry about me. The entire point of my life so far has been to keep people from worrying about me. I hate my sunny day form... But when I go overcast, people crowd me, asking me what's wrong and who upset me.

Can't anyone figure out that that's just me?!

Sorry. Got a little carried away there. Anyway, I live in a big house with Missy and Lau and Siri and all the rest of us... Yeah, there's about twenty seven people living in our house. And all of us are pokemorphs. For every person that gets old enough to move away, Missy adopts five more. I think that she doesn't know what she would do if people didn't need her. I spend a lot of my time mentally dissecting people, so.... You're liable to get a lot of opinion, if you read this.

What I think about people #1:
Lau is afraid that if he doesn't love himself, no one will like him.
Siri is scared of herself, so she scares others and laughs.
Missy needs to be needed.

Okay, I think I'm getting close to done now. This is six hundred words of Anaya loving fun, huh? Well, anyway, I'm headed to the library, so I'm gonna shove ya' back into my backpack and get going. It's a little weird, but I think that the only way anyone can understand me is to read this freaking journal.

Maybe that's the only way -I- can understand me.

ANAYA

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[Tsuki~!]

Entry Two: A Continuation of My Rant About My History.

Am I a terrible person for wishing I could forget? Sometimes I think I am, because I remember the good times. And then I remember why I am the way I am, and I think that maybe I'm not so terrible. They killed them, you know. The ones of us who weren't pretty, or turned out not... human enough. It makes me sick to remember. Even now, sitting here in broad sight, I'm sick.

It's a good thing that none of them remember before or during the lab. Missy was a real mom, you know? They brought her and her baby in. She was like, sixteen then. She became a Mismagius, and they tried to make her baby a Misdreavus. It didn't work, and the baby died. I think it was a little girl. I never really knew. I can't help but wonder what her name was. I wish someone knew, but Missy doesn't, and she's the only one who would, unless her husband/boyfriend magically reappears and she regains her memory. I doubt it. Her name was Jenny, before she forgot.

Lau came in alone. There weren't many of them who did, but he did. His name was Scott, but he forgot, and his Solrock nature kinda kicked Scott's nature out... I think that we originals from the lab are closer with our Pokemon natures.

Siri was already there. Apparently she had been for a while. Something odd that I've noticed, even I've grown. Siri still looks exactly the same as she did ten years ago, when we met, albeit a lot healthier. Spiritomb is supposedly an immortal Pokemon... does that mean she's never gonna age from the point where they changed her? Forever seventeen?

I don't know. But my life was good before, and now I've resorted to hiding behind this mask of pink and bubbles that I can't seem to get off my face. I remember my family. My mama, my papa, my little brothers. They came with me. I didn't ever see them again after we all got separated. How much you wanna bet that they don't remember, and have different names? I can't even stand to think of them as dead, so I'll go with that.

It feels great to get all this out on paper. I'm gonna have to make extra sure that no one reads it, though, cause I'm spilling all my deep dark secrets and not censoring anything. And this, my dears, was another five hundred word entry from --

ANAYA

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[Tsuki~!]

Entry Three:

Writing in Progress

ANAYA

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