While my Mum and her "guy friend" drank a pack of beer and a bottle of wine, I sat at my stool listening to her fight with her beau.

Ice types naturally are very defensive and cold (LOL pun. /: ) and being the Glaceon I am, I needed to escape. I picked up a pencil and my notebook and doodled my friends; Pikachu, Misdreavus, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Smeargle and Chinchou. I was very lonely, and at the far bottem I doodled the Glaceon. I missed my friends so and gave them white butterflies, but I gave none to me; I was creating them.

Anger possesed me. I wished for pain, death, suffering, metaphorically of course. As it was, lately I was wandering closer and closer to the fires that consume and destroy so many. So I enveloped myself in fire, and gave my butterflies fire, and selfishly trust it upon my friends. I was angry. I'm too young to be this angry, but I was, and still am. But my depression came back to me. Looking upon my "doodle" I realized that I needed to change a lot in my life.

What happened when a Glaceon gets too close to fire? The other Pokemon suffer too.

P.S. I never saw a white butterfly in Mississippi.