Hello! I decided to start writing contestshipping stories again...but since I have two other stories going on, I might be able to update this story once a week for now. Anyway, chapter one in Drew's P.O.V.
Somehow my mom had managed to convince me to start attending a famous boarding school in the Sinnoh region starting from the month of May. I have no idea how it came to be, or why my mother had a sudden change of plans. I had used multiple tactics to try to prove to my mom that it was just a waste of money making a son like me to attend a school with such expensive tuition fees, but of course, my mom wouldn't buy any of it. She started blabbering on and on about how talented I was at academics and handling pokémon, and how I should definitely enter a good school if I wanted to succeed in getting into well-known universities.
"So, you want me to change schools?" I asked, frowning a little as I glanced at the homepage of Aerial High School.
"No, not just any school. A boarding school. I've been thinking about this for a long time, Drew. I even made a list of positive and negative influences the school might affect you in. First off, you'll be able to get a better education. In addition, there's also a big stadium there that is used to train and battle with pokémon. Also, the person you've been searching-, I mean you'll like it there, I promise," my mom spilled out, a mysterious sort of twinkle in her eyes as she finished her sentence with a light cough.
"But mom, don't you think the tuition fees are a little too high?" I suggested, trying to get myself out of this whole concept of transferring into another school.
"Come on Drew, we're not poor. Your father has some money saved up on his bank account, and I also have a back-up plan if worst comes to the worst. I personally think this is a wonderful chance for you to take one step further into becoming independent. Even your teachers thought you should take the challenge. Drew, believe me, this is going to be great. I'll call the headmaster of the boarding school right now saying that you'll be starting there in May. I promise you'll love it there. I heard that the whole campus is a piece of art itself. Alright Drew, I'll call the school right now," my mom confirmed, her voice growing with determination every second.
"Mom, won't you miss me?" I asked, trying other last minute methods that might convince my mother into believing that staying would be better than leaving.
"No way, we won't miss you. Plus, you'll visit us every month including all of the holidays," my mother said, her hands already on the phone ready to call the principal.
"Mom, I can't come back every month. The journey from Sinnoh to Hoenn would take hours and hours...," I responded, only to be cut off by my mother as she started talking into the phone, giving out a reassuring smile towards me before nodding her head.
That's abnormal. Why is my mother so high-spirited? If it was her usual self, she wouldn't be so happy to send me off somewhere new where she can't keep an eye on me... I never study very well either, and I thought she already gave up on me...or was she just saying that to keep my guard down? Anyway, I guess there's no way out of this. Mother always gets her way in the end after all. Well, there's no harm in trying this out I guess. My life was getting a little boring after all. I wonder what kind of pokémon I should take with me...
So, you see? My mother didn't really give me a chance to argue against her will. I had no choice but to travel to the Sinnoh region and attend Aerial High School. I never really liked to study, so I never got high scores on my tests. It doesn't mean I'm not capable of getting a high score, but mostly I wouldn't even bother to read the questions before I quickly scribbled down the first number or word that came to my head. The teachers called this a lack of attitude. Of course, my lack of studying would never get better in a boarding school like this. It would probably get worse since my mother wouldn't be here to pester me all the time.
If I thought about it carefully, it wasn't such a bad deal for me. My mother is happy enough that I finally agreed to enter Aerial High School, and I would have a load off of my mind since I wouldn't need to worry about my mother's directions to finish my homework before I do anything else after I come home from school. I had the power to do whatever I wanted as soon as classes were finished everyday.
Anyway, so that was the story of how this situation came to be. I was standing in front of the gates of Aerial High, trying to figure out a way to get in. The student who was responsible for getting me safely into the school was obviously not here, and I had ended up waiting for about an hour in the glare of the sunlight. The gates had some kind of mysterious barrier over it, and it was impossible to get into the school grounds. I had tried everything that was possible in my power to break the barriers, but all of my efforts proved to be futile. The gates were painted in white, and the sun was directly reflecting off of the strong metal bars, giving the gates a gentle glow. A Beautifly shaped statue was standing on a platform not too far away from the shimmering gates. The Beautifly statue seemed to emanate a strange feeling, as if it was trying to tell me something essential.
I started tapping my foot on the ground. My patience was running thin as the sun roasted everything under its radiant glare.
I backed away a little from the front gates as I tried to analyze what kind of barrier was preventing me from getting into the school. The words engraved on the little plate stuck to the Beautifly seemed to mean something significant:
When crisis strikes the school, the two will unite as one, and I will come down to fulfill the prophecy.
I stared intently at the Beautifly statue, trying to figure out what that one sentence meant. It stared back at me with the same intensity, as if it had a mind of its own.
"Having trouble opening the gates? Is it your first time entering Aerial High?" a voice laughed, somewhere overhead.
I jumped a little at the cheerful sounding voice as I squinted up towards the sky to see who the owner of the voice was. At first, the searing glare of the sun obstructed me from seeing anything but a patch of darkness. But soon the girl and the pokémon in the sky became clearer, and I could see a girl with dark blue hair swirling around the sky on her Staraptor.
"I'm guessing you're the transfer student that was supposed to be here by twelve-thirty, am I right? It's currently two o' clock. I guess I was wrong to go on a little detour with my Staraptor...I didn't think you'd be here so fast. Usually new students are late for the first day of their classes. The teacher's going to have a tantrum if we're any later than this...," the girl laughed once again, her voice light and gay.
"I don't think that's something you should be so happy about. You should hurry up and tell me how to get into this school so things don't turn out any messier than how it is right now. The gates won't open, and there's no bell anywhere either. I can't even fly into the school with my Flygon...," I droned on, putting my hands over my head trying in vain to block the sunlight. I tried to hide my impatience from showing in my tone, but honestly saying...who wouldn't be impatient if someone makes you wait for an hour in the powerful rays of the sun?
"Whoa, be patient. Don't worry; I know what I have to do. Let's just take this one step at a time. First of all: names. I'm Dawn, you?" the girl asked, not failing to lose the joy in her voice, despite the burning sear of the sun.
"Drew. Now can we please get in?" I asked, getting a little frustrated at the girl's carefree actions.
Dawn simply nodded as she gave an order to her Staraptor, and it gently landed next to my feet. As she came closer into view, I could see that she was wearing a simple summer dress that had the colors: red, white, and yellow. It looked like what she was wearing was the school's uniform since the words 'Aerial High' was knitted on the collar of the dress.
"Hop on. Only flying pokemon that have the rights of the school can break through the barriers. Oh, I'm sure May would explain everything to you once we arrive at our classroom," Dawn smiled, as I cautiously got on her Staraptor, making sure that it wasn't as carefree as its owner.
We easily passed the school's gates by flying over it, and the whole campus came into view as the Staraptor flew higher and higher in the air. I had to admit, it was just as my mother had described: a piece of art.
There were elegant looking pokemon statues all over the place, all carved out of granite stone. Many trees and flowers were giving off a florescent smell that seemed to enlighten how the school looked and smelled like. A diversity of bug pokemon were playing around in the flowerbeds and all of the buildings were painted with care and thought.
Dawn's Staraptor soon landed on one of the sunlit meadows that were filled with flowers and Beautiflies.
"Do you have some kind of Beautifly trend? I seem to see them wherever I go...," I asked, as I hopped off of Dawn's Staraptor.
"You'll see. Soon, May will explain everything to you. After all, she's the class president," Dawn smiled, as she returned her Staraptor to its pokeball.
"Who's May? You seem to mention her quite often...," I asked, curiosity getting a hold of me.
Dawn grinned as she turned around to face me.
"I'll just tell you one thing. Get ready for the greatest class president on earth," Dawn informed, walking towards a huge building with the sign: Aerial High's Division 2.
After the passing of what seemed like about twenty different corners, we finally arrived in front of classroom 2-1's door. The school's interior was as impressive as its exterior, and there seemed to be at least a hundred different rooms in just this one building. Aerial High seemed just like the place to get lost even when you have a well-drawn map right in front of you.
Dawn confidently grabbed the handle of the classroom door, and pulled it open all in less than two seconds.
Everyone was silent in the classroom taking notes, and the teacher was giving a rather cheerful lecture about algebra. The teacher looked up as we came into the room, and everybody in the classroom stopped what they were doing in order to look at us...or just me it seemed like. The girls in the corner started whispering about something, and the boys started to talk amongst each other until the teacher silenced all of them once again with a move of her hand.
The teacher motioned everybody to do what they were doing before we came in, and then walked towards Dawn and I as if preparing to say something sharp.
"Dawn, you're late," the teacher sighed, as she gave Dawn a disappointed look.
"Sorry mother, I was taking a little detour with my Staraptor. I was just going to play around for a little bit, when I realized that an hour had gone by..." Dawn smiled sheepishly, as the other students who were near her snickered to themselves.
"Dawn, please don't address me as 'mother' when we are inside of the classroom. Please call me 'Mrs. Hikari'. Also, no excuses for being late to class. You'll probably have to get punished for it somehow...," responded Mrs. Hikari, giving Dawn a sorry look.
"Oh well, nothing new I guess. Anyway, I brought you the transfer student. His name is Drew," Dawn explained, directing her hand towards me.
Mrs. Hikari nodded her head at Dawn and clapped her hands two times. This time, a girl with light brown hair stood up from her seat and came towards us.
"Hello, Drew. Nice to meet you. I'm May," May politely informed, as she took her hand out to shake with me. The classroom's atmosphere seemed to go down a little, and I felt as if I was getting unpleasant stares and glares.
The teacher didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong as she told May what she had to do.
"Alright, so...May. Please take Drew to the Beautifly Fountain and install in the barrier breaker in his flying pokémon. I'll leave that to you. Also, Ash? You and May will have to show Drew a little around the campus for today and maybe even tomorrow. Take care of him until he gets adjusted to the school's daily routines, alright?" Mrs. Hikari said, as she nodded towards May and Ash.
May and Ash nodded back, and Ash sat back down. May and I was excused from class as we walked out of the door of classroom 2-1.
Was it just my mind? Why do I feel like I know May from long ago?
Chapter one is finished. Guys, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading the story. I'll try to update as soon as I can...:)