Grovylia's heart was filled with joy, Charmeleon was the love of her life.  He's a gentleman, he's kind, he's sweet, and he would do anything to be with her.  She loved him, but her family hated him for no reason.  Just because their opposite types doesn't mean they can't get along.  Her love was hated by all the grass-types in the forest.

Grovylia entered her home and was greeted by her father, Sceptile.  Sceptile hugged her, she hugged back, they were happy to see each other.  Grovylia looked past her father, she saw Grotle.  Grovylia glared at him, she then said, "What the hell is he doing here?!"

Sceptile looked at Grotle, then back at grovylia, he asked, "You're still mad at him?"
"I dumpped his ass a week ago."
"Grovylia, he's the strongest grass-type in the forest.  He's quite a catch."
"I don't give a shit!  He's a fucking perv!  On our last date, he put his tail in between my legs!!"
"Grovylia, stop acting like a bitch!"
"Fuck off, dad!!"

Suddenly, Sceptile smacked Grovylia across the face.  She fell to the ground, she looked up at her father, tears in her eyes.  Grovylia started to cry,  she was still on the ground.  Sceptile then grabbed her by the leaf growing from her head, he pulled, making Grovylia scream in pain.  Sceptile dragged her to her room, Grovylia continued to cry.  He threw her into the room, Grovylia hit the wall, she continued to cry.  Sceptile slamed the door, he yelled about Grovylia acting like a bitch.

This was Grovylia's life, she had an abusive father who beat her when she didn't do what she was told.  This was the last straw, a twenty-two year old woman shouldn't take this abuse.  Grovylia snuck out through the window.  she ran to the lake, she didn't look back.  She wanted to be with the one who really loved her.  Her boy-friend, Charmeleon.  He would comfort her in her time of need.