I am Accepting OC's for this story. Also, this takes place a month after the previous story, What Life Shouldn't Feel Like.
"Dad!" I yelled, "Where are we going for Christmas?"
"We're going to the Hall of Origin! Why?" My dad asked.
"Ok, I'll pack my stuff!" I said. I started packing my things before a black paw laid on the suitcase.
"Sweetie, you never have to pack. Remember?" My dad asked.
"Yea, I remember when you took me to Mr. Pyro's house," I said, biting my lip.
"Don't worry Cassandra. I know what you need," He said.
"What about what I want?" I asked, kind of angry.
"I've given thought into it. I'm normally right," He said, his blue eyes looking to me.
"Alright," I said, letting out a sigh of defeat.
"Don't worry, we'll have fun. I'll guarantee it," He said, his trademark (Yes he found a lawyer and trademarked it,) smile.
I let go of the suitcase, only for it to disappear with a pop.
"Enjoy your first day at school!" He said, waving back as he turned us into Pokemorphs.
He was an Umbreon morph, one with a white button up shirt and a pair of black work pants. I was turned into a girl with a Silver T-shirt along with a pair of jeans.
"Sure, dad," I said shyly, as my bag was filled with all the necessary components.
We teleported over to the new school I was going to.
Pokefile High.
It was a high school for 7th through 12th graders.
"Don't feel stressed by telling me anything," He said, patting me on the back.
Almost instantly, an administrator came up to us.
"Hello, Mr. Ty. I see that Cassandra is going to be here for the day?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Yes. Please, take good care of her," He said. When the Administrator nodded with a yes, my dad slowly went back a few steps before vanishing with a pop.
"Let's get you situated for here," He said.
I looked to my sides. Everyone was so, so new. I didn't know if they would be my friends or not.
"Come, Cassandra. We're going to your first period class," He said. When he opened the door, I didn't expect to see so many humans. The teacher and one or two students were pokemorphs. I looked around shyly as everyone got in their seats. I couldn't decide, and didn't notice I was just standing there until the teacher spoke up.
"Mrs. ...Cassandra was it? Can you please sit down?" The Alakazam morph said.
"Oh, sorry," I said, blushing, as I slowly went to a seat between an Absol Pokemorph and a human with green hair and red eyes.
"Alright class, my name is Mr. Keith. This will be your science class," The Alakazam morph said.
I started to hide my face behind my hair. My blush was still apparent.
"Today, we'll be learning more about each other," He said. He then took out a paper towel role.
"Take as many sheets as you would normally if you were to dry your hands," He said. Slowly, one by one, we all took the amount of sheets that we would normally take. I took about a half, as I really just washed it on my clothes in Pokemorph form.
The Absol took two, while the green haired red eyed kid took six sheets, which baffled me.
"Now you must tell the same amount of things that the amount of paper towel sheets you have," Mr. Keith said.
"Whoa, you didn't tell us about this!" The green haired kid yelled.
"That was part of trying to make you honest about this," Mr. Keith said, his eyes piercing the green haired kid like daggers. He squirmed uncomfortably.
"My name's John, and I like basketball, football, I hate writing and burgers," The green haired kid said, "I also dislike Pokemorphs."
My eyes went wide with shock. The Absol visibly flinched. Mr. Keith stayed calm.
"If you bully any of my students, I'll be turning you in to detention," Mr. Keith said. John seemed nearly unfazed.
"My dad owns this school," He said simply. My heart sank as those words sank in.
"I'm sure your dad would take it unkindly to you if you were to be sent to ISS," Mr. Keith said, never losing his calm stance.
John seemed to shrug it off.
"My name is Gayden, and I like the snow," The Absol said.
The naming and fun facts went around until it eventually came to me.
"Your turn," The girl next to me said, nudging me.
"Oh, uh, my name is, uh, Cassandra," I said, stuttering. John snickered.
"I'm going to see the, uh, legendaries with my, uh, dad for Christmas," I said, shocking everyone. Mr. Keith seemed to still be processing it as he shook his head.
"Alright, I think you should all go to your seats now," He said.
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POV: Ty.
"Ty, do you ever think you don't live up to your potential?" I asked the living hulk of a monster.
"Yes, sometimes. However, if I take to much time on it, I will fail my swarm," Ty replied telepathically.
"Meeting adjourned; Crisis in Ty04's home world," The loudspeaker said.
"Damnit, again?" The robot said.
I sighed as I walked out of the portal and the granite and other stones shifted back into the ground.
My ears perked up to hear a doorbell ring. I ran to it and opened the door.
"Hello, what brings you here?" I asked with a smile on my face. When no reply came, I opened my eyes. I looked down to see a package.
My eyes narrowed as I read where it came from.
I took one of the knives from the drawer and opened the box.
There was a smaller box cylindrical box inside.
"By my standards that makes no sense," I said.
I opened that box, only to come in contact with what would be the equivalent to a box with two key locks on it.
"Not this shit again," I said.
I unlocked the locks with little effort, soon coming to something I had ordered a long time ago.
An AS50.
Ever since I had had one in the "Dream" state I was in, I had gotten a gun license and ordered one.
I happily squealed.
I quickly teleported it to the basement.
I then looked to the photo of me and Cassandra a few weeks after I had found her. She seemed so happy.
"Damnit, if anyone takes her away from me, I'll hurt them," I said, beating the picture against my forehead.
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POV: Cassandra
I loved my subjects.
I hated school.
I was tripped deliberately by John as I was passing him to get to Art.
I was harassed by the local band, them throwing oranges at me for lunch. It happened all because I accidentally bumped into them on accident.
When I had reached my fourth class, English, I wasn't looking forward to it. Instead, we were greeting by a man in a green cloak.
"Hello, I'm your substitute for today," He said.
"Where is the teacher?" I asked shyly.
"Oh, he's taking care of 'Royal' business," the man said. I was left wondering for the rest of my day who my English and history teachers were.
At the end of the day, when the bell rang, I walked up to the front of the school. I stopped and watched in amazement as a large limo came up and stopped in front of me. It was silver, my favorite color.
I almost giggled as the window rolled down.
"Need a ride, honey?" My dad asked from the side of the car.
"Sure," I said quietly.
I got in and watch all the girls freak out and start to spasm.
"Who's driving this thing?" I asked.
"Why, my new butler," My dad said.
"Great to have some new company!" I said.
"So how was your day?" My dad asked. My face instantly fell.
"That bad?" He said.
"I just don't know why people hate me because of who I am," I said, starting to cry.
"That happens. Sadly, I never went to school, but I do know what it is like," He said, looking out the window.
"How do you know?" I asked, slightly curious.
"Remember when I told you about the crystal?" He said simply.
I instantly grimaced.
"Also, why do you smell like oranges?" He asked.
"Oh, uh," I started stuttering.
"Was it bullies?" He asked, the temperature dropping in the car by 2 degrees.
"No, I slipped on a banana that someone left on the floor, and ended up bumping into another person with a plate filled with oranges," I said hastily. It was a half truth.
"Alright. If someone is bulling you, you can tell me," He said, the temperature raising back up.
"Alright," I said.
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POV: Gayden
What was I to choose what I did?
I glanced at the ground with my white hand still there.
"Danmit," I cursed.
"Don't forget Gayden, you owe us a dept," The shadows said to me.
"And I wish I never gave it," I said, remembering the day I wished that I could walk on two feet and four at will. It had helped me save my family.
"Be careful what you wish for," The shadows said.
"Cause it can get you killed," I finished.
Sequel is good, Ya?