Hi everyone! Here's a new story. Ever thought of what would happen if Paul ended up being Gary's son's teacher? Well now you get to find out! Told from Gary's son's P.O.V. Enjoy reading!

I do not own Pokémon in any way!

Chapter 1: What If

Hello. My name is Gary Junior and, as you've probably figured, my father has named me after himself. Unfortunately.

I have blue eyes and dark brown, kinda longish hair brushed backwards, ending just below my ear. I go to Oak View Middle School along with my friends, Stem, Tom Ato, and Watergem. All three of them are children my father's childhood friends, Leaf, Ashy-boy, and Misty. Or at least that's what he calls them. Tomorrow is the first day of grade six for all four of us and everyone's in hope that we don't get Mr. Shinji for homeroom. The Mr. Shinji.

Although we haven't met him in person yet, rumors say that he is the strictest teacher in all of middle school. He expects everyone to be perfect, and, if we're not, he gives the worst of punishments. But I'm not scared of him. Nuh-uh. Not me. In fact, Stem and I are planning to play a little prank on him if he ends up being our teacher.

And this is where the story begins...

Beep beep beep beep.

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up from my sleep.

Beep beep beep beep.

I groaned and turned around on my bed to see that it was six o'clock on my digital alarm clock. I had lost the habit to wake up so early.

Beep beep bee—

I lazily turned it off, sat up on my bed, and gave a loud yawn while stretching my arms.

"Wake up Sleepy-Head," my thirteen-year-old sister, Daisalyn, called out from outside my slightly open bedroom door. She wore a pink and yellow t-shirt that my Aunt Daisy had given her along with a white mini-skirt and pink and white joggers over pink knee-socks. She wore a small amount of lip gloss.

"Go away," I mumbled grumpily as I plopped back onto my bed. I watched, bored, as she tossed back her brown ponytail and adjusted her thin, pink glasses on her blueish grey eyes.

"Fine," she huffed angrily, and with her nose stuck in the air, she swiftly walked away.

I rolled my eyes. Sisters.

After lying down for a few more minutes, I managed to drag myself out of bed and made my way to my closet. I slipped on the first clothes I saw: a plain blue full-sleeved shirt and grey sweatpants. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I brushed my hair, added some hair gel, and headed downstairs.

My father looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Newspaper comics to be specific.

"Good morning, Gary the Second!" he exclaimed cockily. "Or should I say, Prince Gary."

My sister rolled her eyes.

"After all," he continued, "what else do you call the son of a king?"

"I'm leaving. Bye," I said as I slung my black backpack over my shoulder. "I wanna be early on the first day."

I grabbed a cookie on the way out the door.

"What about your lunch?" he asked, watching me go.

"I'll get something from the cafeteria or something," I said, looking over my shoulder. "And if not," I continued. "I'll take some snacks from Stem."

Before he could protest any longer, I shut the door and began walking towards my school. I reached the walnut coloured building by 6:35am. School started at seven o'clock.

I stared at the door, thinking.

What if I got him for a teacher? What if the prank failed? How would he react to it? Concern started to spread across my face. There's just one out of three chances of getting him... But what if? The thought just kept coming back to me.

"Quite a beautiful door. Isn't it?" a voice whispered behind me, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly spun around.

"Stem Man! How's it going!" I cried happily once I saw who it was. I slapped my buddy on the back. "Long time no see!"

"Hm," Stem replied. I could see his jade eyes bore into mine as spoke. "So are you going in or not?" he asked with a serious expression.

My smile faded. He usually wasn't like this.

"Are… are you okay?" I asked hesitantly. I stared back into his unusually cold eyes.

Unexpectedly, his hand shot out and grabbed my shirt. My eyes widened in horror and he raised his other hand, about to punch me.

"Stem, what are you—"

I was abruptly thrown down to the ground and laughter rang my ears. The old Stem was back.

"You should have seen your face!" my friend exclaimed, laughing hysterically. "Scared you much?"

It took me a moment to realize what had just happened. I quickly pushed myself off the ground.

"Did not!" I argued. I was pretty embarrassed for falling for his trick. "I just decided to humour you. That's all."

"Right, right," Stem said, casually waving it off. I just stared at him.

It was funny that his name was Stem because, indeed, he seemed to resemble a stem. He was a few inches (okay, maybe a bit more) taller than me and extremely slim. His straight brown hair was brushed forwards, and he wore a plain green t-shirt and jeans.

"Let's go see whether or not we get him," I said as I pushed open the school door, followed by my friend. Stem nodded, understanding that by 'him' I was referring to Mr. Shinji.

It turned out that Stem and I were not even in the same section! And guess what was worse? I was the one who got stuck with Mr. Shinji as my homeroom teacher! Yes, I know how I was bragging about not being scared of him and all earlier, but without Stem in my class... Well, things just got a bit complicated. A criminal always needed a partner in crime. The same thing applied to a prankster. Especially for someone like me. Not that I was weak or anything.

My thoughts lingered back to my teacher.

"May I have your attention please?" A voice called out over the chatter of the many children looking at the papers stuck around the gym to see which class they were in.

Wow, I hadn't realized how crowded it had gotten already. 6:56am, I read on my wrist-watch. I turned around to see that the voice belonged to an old lady who was wearing all black. Her blond hair was smooth, long and went over her shoulder and down up to her waist. She had slight wrinkles beside her eyes. She clapped her hands loudly. Soon, everyone had silenced down and turned around to see what the old lady wanted.

"I know you are all excited to start the new year. But right now, I would like you all to go to the room number written on the top of each paper you see before you. This will be you homeroom classroom. School maps are on the table just by the doors of the gym. Thank you."

I looked at Stem. My friend solemnly nodded and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I suppose this is where we part," he said with a cracked voice. He pretended to wipe away tears. "Farewell my dear old friend!" He turned around, and with a last dramatic wave, he headed out the doors, grabbing a school map on his way. I just stared. When did he become such a great actor?

I started heading out the doors myself. I looked at the school map I had grabbed.

Okay. Where to find room 106?

I was wandering around in the halls when I bumped into someone. I took a step back and got a good look at her. She was beaming like it was the best day ever or something, and her blue eyes were shining. Her midnight blue hair was tied back with a pink ribbon and she was wearing a rather frilly pink blouse along with skinny jeans.

"Hello! My name is Angelica Bella. People call me just Angelica or just Bella or Angie or something like that for short. You can call me any one of those, though I prefer Angelica!" the girl said, introducing herself in a rather bubbly way.

I blinked. Um, okay then?

I continued walking, and, annoyingly enough, she started following me.

"You have a map so you must be new," she continued. "I'm new too. Though I've been to the school before. I know it very well so I don't need a map. It's my first day to actually be old enough to be in this school, since it's a middle school and all. Isn't that exciting?" She didn't wait for my reply. "But the thing is, I don't really know anyone here except for some of the teachers, and, of course, the principal.

"Hey! Since we're both new and all, how 'bout we stick together? I'm sure we'll be great friends by the end of the year! Ooh, this year's gonna by the best now that I have a friend! Then maybe we could increase our friendship group and have more kids join our group and it's gonna be really fun!"

Did this girl ever stop talking? And since when did I agree on this sudden 'friendship'?

"Say, which class are you heading to?" she asked suddenly.

I looked up.

"Wha— Oh. Room 106," I replied, hoping she would go away. After all, she probably needed to get to her own class, right?

"What a coincidence!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

Uh-oh. Please don't tell me—

"I'm going to that class too!" she shouted in delight. "Isn't that great? I can't believe we're in the same section!"

I resisted the urge to face-palm. Yup. I can't believe we're in the same section either.

Angelica kept talking and talking all the way until we reached the classroom. I sighed in relief when we entered the brightly lit room. Let's just hope that things don't get any worse.

And done! Did you like it? Should I continue? Please let me know your opinion of the story in your reviews. Good bye for now and have a good day!