*raises hands in surrender* Yeah, yeah, I know, an AU Pokémon High School Fic - how original, huh? But seriously. I haven't really seen MANY good ones out there. And I don't care if I offend some of the storywriters who KNOW their stories are total bullshit. I mean, search Pokémon AU High School on Google and see how many retarded excuses for stories there are.

Alright, now that I'm done with SOME of my ranting, I need to clarify some stuff.

This fic will feature SINNOH characters only. I probably will make more Pokémon High School fics, 'cuz they're fun. XD

Every student is in 9th Grade and between the ages of 13 and 15. IMO, Cheryl and MAAAYBE Riley are 15. Cynthia is 13, because she's just that smart. Also, I skipped a grade and felt the need to kind of relate. :3 Cynthia is a BAMF (in the games). Her Garchomp will RAPE everyone and their mother. It will be the bane of your EXISTENCE - tied with Whitney's GOD-MOTHER-FUCKING MILTANK.

Wow. COMPLETELY irrelevant AN.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF POKéMON. OR THE POKéMON.

That typical sinking feeling in your gut right after summer break on a September morning at 7 o'clock, when you wake up from a faster-than-usual sleep, and the first thing that pops into your mind is. . .

Oh, school.

Shit.

At least, that was what happened to everybody on their typical first day of school. Not for Cynthia.

The annual camping trip to Sinnoh's lakes had finally arrived, and Arceus knew how long the students of Jubilife High School had been waiting for it. Staying up until all hours, joking with your friends, and even just being away from your happy-go-lucky mom for a couple of weeks. With Pokémon. Pure joy.

All of these thoughts ran through Cynthia's head as she absentmindedly brushed her long side bangs out of her face, only to have them fall in front of her blue-silver eyes again. How long would it take that bus to get here?

"CIIIINDDYYYYY!"

Yep, here it was.

The ecstatic squeal came from Dawn, Cynthia's navy-haired classmate, who had a wide grin plastered on her face and was standing on the bus steps. Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a half-up and two yellow barrettes adorned the sides. "I've missed you! Come on!"

Cynthia, a quiet girl by nature, managed a small smile and walked up the steps, a black backpack hoisted over one shoulder and its rolling counterpart trailing behind her. She took out her bus pass with a flourish and scanned it, and then followed her friend up the second set of stairs – the bus was a double-decker.

Candice, Maylene, and Gardenia were chatting away in the back. Riley's head, covered by his trademark navy hat, was kept down, as he was texting, while Roark shifted uncomfortably next to him. Cheryl had her eyes closed and was probably sleeping, and Marley stared out the window indifferently, her black hair tied up perfectly.

Cynthia's gaze then shifted to the place where Volkner and Barry sat. Knowing Barry and his energetic personality, he had most probably done five laps of the bus upstairs and down stairs before he sat down. Volkner just stared out of the misted window, trying to ignore Barry shaking at his shoulder like a hyperactive puppy. Volkner caught Cynthia's eye and gave her the closest that he could get to an imploring look as if to say: 'Please, save me now.'

Cynthia gave him a smirk and mouthed, Sorry, no can do. Volkner rolled his blue eyes and smirked at her before trying once again to pry Barry off his shoulder.

Barry gave up on Volkner's shoulder and started bouncing up and down on the bus seat, pausing to exclaim that it was "cushy" before launching into a series of lame jokes. Someone must have made the mistake of giving him a coffee. Volkner had his face placed against his palms, groaning silently to himself.

"Well Mira, you'll just have to deal with it and pick it up yourself. I'm not wasting my time and doing that for you of all people."

Good morning to you too, Marley.

Volkner heard Marley's snooty voice talking to Mira and groaned silently. His day just got better and better, and the bus hadn't even started yet. Marley was the school bossy-git, and Volkner, who was usually a reserved boy, really felt sorry for the shy Mira, who had dropped her hair tie under her seat and had asked Marley to pick it up.

Cynthia, who had taken a seat, heard Marley and her steely-blue eyes flashed. Volkner smirked to himself, seeing the trademark glint in her eyes. Nobody fucked with Cynthia and ever got away with it. When she was pissed, her eyes flashed murderously and turned a stormy blue-grey color - it was terrifying. Her mouth could be either fixed into a frown, a smirk, or a scowl. Neither of which were good.

If you've got her frown, you've entered dangerous territory and you've pretty much fucked it up.

If you get a smirk, you better start running before she hangs you on a spiked pole by your hair, but she would probably catch you anyways.

If you get a scowl, you've really pissed her off and nobody would find your bloody remains, ever.

Cynthia crossed over to Marley and gave a reassuring smile to Mira, who stared back at her with wide eyes, looking fearfully at Marley.

Marley leered up at Cynthia. "You got a problem?"

Three. . .two. . .one. . .

Cynthia's hand, curled into a hard fist, flew onto Marley's face with so much force that it sent her crashing through the flor\or, which was her way of saying: 'Shut UP, you annoying fucktard' minus the wording. Volkner silently thanked Jirachi that it wasn't one of Cynthia's harder punches that would send you through the opposite wall.

Everybody laughed, even Volkner, who didn't laugh at anything. Cynthia earned:

A raised eyebrow from both Roark and Riley, high-pitched giggles from Gardenia and Candice, a loud laugh from Maylene, and of course, fits of uncontrollable laughter from Barry.

Mira stood, no longer shaking, managed a grateful smile at Cynthia, took a deep breath, glared at Marley, and screamed.

"MARLEY, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

At that, the small girl bolted to the back of the bus, leaped onto Marley, and Cynthia watched as the two girls began to have a catfight on the floor, rolling back and forth. Mira's pink hair whipped back and forth while even Marley's normally immaculate hair was a couple of strands out of place.

Gardenia's eyes gleamed with excitement and she whipped out her phone. "Oh my Arceus, Candice, I'm so putting his on PokéTube!"

Candice grinned widely and fished out her own cell phone. "Same here – I bet I get more views than you!"

"You're on!"

Cheryl stayed asleep through the entire fight, which was impressive, seeing as Mira was a screeching whirlwind of fury.

Then, Cynthia heard Barry shout at all things holy:

"GUYS, THE BUS STARTED!"

. . .it should be obvious that Cynthia's my favorite Sinnoh character XD By a long shot. Though I did have a lot of fun writing Barry pestering poor Volkner. Lol.

And yes, PokéTube is the equivalent of Youtube. I WILL make more Pokémon references in everyday life for this story. Like Pokébay for eBay. And referring to Legendary Pokémon. (e.g. Oh my God = Oh my Arceus).

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