For those of you who remember this story from who knows when; I'm restarting it. Yes, yes, I know I said I was going to put my focus in my other story; but I need a break from it. Don't worry, I won't discontinue it; I'd just like another story to update. Anyways, there's a slight plot difference here:

There'll be a sub-plot that will be introduced towards the middle of the story. I'm not going to be saying what it is because I'm still juggling around whether or not to include it; so this is more of a warning than a confirmation.

Another thing, I re-wrote the first chapter and the other ones because of how the story flows. Alright I'm done talking, go ahead and read what's here...

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

Chapter 1

Hi, my name's May Maple. I'm only fifteen years old, but I think I have the worst luck imaginable. My parents died in a car crash when I was only five and my younger brother, Max, was one. We were placed in foster care since we had no other close relatives. But even so no one wanted us. In every household we'd been placed in, accidents would happen around me. The accidents got worse and worse; and each accident meant another nasty foster home.

The only foster parents that were genuinely nice to us were Caroline and Norman. They were also our last, but they actually treated me and Max with kindness. It almost felt like a real family. But, of course, my luck changed that. I was helping out with a school play and Caroline had picked me up. It was a late Saturday night and a drunk driver crashed into us. As a result, Caroline died (in another car accident, how ironic) I guess that was one of the times my luck changed, since I did survive the crash. Well, I survived with a broken leg and arm and was bound to a wheelchair for months. Anyways, Norman was so upset that he had child services pick us up. He was convinced that it was my fault and he wanted me and Max out of his life as soon as possible. In a way, he was right, but he shouldn't have blamed Max for my dreadful luck.

This was the last straw. Max and I have been to so many different houses that child services simply gave up on us. They decided to stick us in boarding schools in order to avoid trouble; like that'll work, trouble follows me. But I felt bad for Caroline, Max, and everyone else who had to suffer because of me. It just wasn't fair that my horrible luck caused so much misery. Unfortunately, the only boarding school in Hoenn was really, really hard to get in. According to Helen, our child care lady, or whatever, the services had to pull a bunch of strings just to get me in. They couldn't do the same for Max, so he was stuck in some other school in Kanto.

Max jiggled his glasses and I smiled softly at him. We were sitting on the front lawn of our last foster home. Norman had been too impatient to wait for child services to pick us up and he had already kicked us out of the house.

"I'm gonna miss you Maxie," I said. "I know you're nervous-"

"I'm not nervous," Max snapped.

I rolled my eyes. "You're fidgeting with your glasses. You do that when you're nervous."

Max immediately stopped messing with his spectacles and stared at the pavement in front of him. The road was strangely devoid of any cars. You would think that a Friday afternoon would have a bunch of automobiles speeding home.

"It's not even you're fault," I whispered. "You just got stuck with me. And since I have the worst luck ever, you had to suffer. The further you're away from me, the better."

"Don't say that," Max said as he looked at me. He had a wistful expression on his face. It looked more like defeated though.

I tried to sound upbeat, positive for him, "You're a smart kid. You'll be the best student at that boarding school in Kanto. Don't fret over it."

Max began to mindlessly pluck strands of grass out of Norman's lawn. He picked at it in frustration.

"I don't wanna be so far away from you though," he said. I thought I heard a little tremor in it.

Suddenly two black cars pulled up in front of us. A man in a business suit emerged from one car while Helen came out of the other.

Always the annoyingly perky woman she was, Helen waved happily at us.

"How are you two? You all ready?" she asked cheerfully. I resisted the urge to punch her in the face.

The man in the business suit placed a hand on Max's shoulder. "It's time to go son."

"Goodbye Max," I muttered. I couldn't even look him straight in the eyes. It hurt too much. It felt like my heart was being weighed down by lead.

"See you sis."

I watched him turn away and he clambered into a black car without a second glance. Helen steered me to the second car and nearly threw me into the back seat. The car Max was in drove in the opposite direction of mines.

I fiddled with a necklace around my neck. It was the only reminder of my old life. I only had a very vague and blurry memory of my parents gifting me the necklace when I was three. It wasn't anything extravagant; just a gold chain with a golden rose pendant hanging from it. But I preferred it more than something with large jewels sticking out of random places; that'd be way too flashy. Meanwhile, Helen peered at me from the mirror at the front of the car.

"That's a pretty necklace," she said, trying to start up a conversation. "I've never seen it before. Did Caroline and Norman give it to you?"

I stared out the window tiredly, "Sure." I didn't feel like talking.

After what seemed like an eternity, Helen pulled up in front of a large building. She got out of the car while I did the same.

She smiled at me. "Welcome to LaRousse Preparatory! Or LaRousse Prep for short. Hurry up and we'll get you signed in."

I followed Helen into the massive school. I sat and waited outside the main office while Helen went in to talk to the secretary. I jumped as a loud bell rang throughout the hallways. Doors were flung open as students filed out of their classes. I earned a bunch of looks and I stared down at my hands to avoid any eye contact. I folded them together and twiddled my thumbs. Suddenly Helen popped out of the office and waved impatiently at me to follow her. I scrambled to my feet as she stuck out a hand holding a white index card.

"This is your schedule card," she explained, as she handed it to me. "School just let out so your classes will start on the Monday of next week. You'll be living in Apartment 4, Dorm 7C. The secretary says it's one of the closest living facilities to the school, so that's pretty convenient. This-" Helen pressed an even smaller white card into my hand. It had a black stripe running through it. "-is a temporary pass. You'll use this to get inside your dorm apartment and room. You'll Eventually get a student ID, but, in the meantime you'll just have to make do with that."

She said this all very quickly. We reached the still running car and Helen unlocked the trunk. She flung my suitcase out of the car and it landed on the pavement with a dull thud.

"Alright, that's everything," she grunted as she carried my belongings on the sidewalk. "I'll check on you soon once you settle in kiddo. Bye!"

Her heels clacked against the concrete as she opened the car door and got in. The wheels of the car squealed and kicked up a cloud of dirt as she sped away.

I rolled my eyes and gripped the luggage handle. I pulled it behind me as I scanned the school grounds. Tall buildings encompassed the school and I nonchalantly walked to the nearest one. Large golden letters spelled "Dorm 8" on the front door. It took me ten minutes to find Dorm 4. For some strange reason, the buildings weren't lined in order. What kind of person does that? Just put the buildings in numerical order!

I swiped the pass along a scanner besides the door. With a click, the door unlocked itself and I pulled it open. The first floor was a large open space. People were playing video games on the large flat screen t.v, billiards at a pool table, or foosball. They stopped their activities once they caught sight of me.

My first thought: this is awkward. My eyes caught sight of the stairway and I nervously sped walked towards them. Maybe it was my shoelaces, or my bad luck, but for whatever reason, I somehow managed to trip and fall against the tiled floor. It didn't nearly hurt as much as the roar laughter that echoed through the room. I could feel the heat radiating off my cheeks as I hurried to my feet.

Way to make a good first impression May.

It wasn't too hard lugging my stuff up all those stairs. But that didn't leave me out of breath by the time I reached the seventh floor. Opening the door leading to the floor, I was a bit impressed by the fancy interior decorating. It was something you'd normally see in a five-star hotel, based on what pictures I'd seen at least. Not bad LaRousse Prep.

As I strode across the plush carpeting, a sculpture of a strange looking red blob distracted me and I nearly missed my room. Swiping my temporary pass again, the door clicked open and I pushed against the heavy door. Wow, LaRousse Prep managed to impress me yet again. The front entrance opened to the kitchen filled with stain steel appliances and even an oven and stove. There was even an island in the middle of the kitchen with what looked to be Unova-imported granite countertops. Past the kitchen and a large archway was most likely the living room. There was a large flat screen television bolted to the wall and a large cream sofa on the opposite side of the room. Trivial things, like paintings and rugs, decorated the room, making it look fancy and expensive. There were two doors on the left and right sides of the living room. I walked up to the right door and knocked before opening it. A girl was lying on a bed with her feet in the air. She had dark blue hair and hair clips holding some of her hair up. She smiled at me and immediately rolled over to sit upright on her bed. Her earphones fell out, but she ignored them.

Her half of the dorm was honestly the girliest thing I'd ever seen. But I lived with Max my entire life, so I can't be one to judge. But the wallpaper, bed sheets, and blanket were pink. The desk and various pillows on her bed were white. There was even a bookshelf across her bed that was painted white and filled with books, stuffed animals, and picture frames. The only thing that wasn't white or pink was her desk chair which was a darkish-black blue color. There was another door besides her desk that was her closet, I think. The other side of the room, though, was completely bare. There was only a simple white bed and the closet, but that was it. It must be my half of the room then. There was yet another door in the middle of our room; I'm guessing that's the bathroom.

"Hey, you must be the new kid!" she exclaimed, "I'm Dawn Berlitz. It's nice to meet you."

I smiled naturally; she seemed friendly enough. "I'm May Maple."

Dawn waved impatiently for me to come in. I did so, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Is this all your stuff?" she asked, pointing at my stuff.

"Yeah…" I replied. Her eyes flashed mischievously and she quickly rushed out of the room.

I was unzipping my suitcase when there was a surprised squeal and a "Dawn!" from the other room. I could hear talking and yells echoing from the living room and I tried to ignore whatever conversation was taking place. I slowly took out my neatly folded clothes and placed them on my bed. Curious, I went over to the closet on my side of the room and opened the door. It was a tiny thing, but big enough to hold what stuff I had on me.

I turned around as the talking grew clearer. Two curious heads poked through the doorway.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "It's alright," she said. "Come in already!"

The two shuffled forwards as Dawn nudged her head in their direction.

"We share the kitchen and living room with these other girls."

A girl with brown hair and dark green eyes waved happily at me while the other girl with orange hair smiled and inclined her head.

"Hi, I'm Leaf!" The brown haired girl piped. She seemed very perky; but not in a bad way.

"Misty," The orange haired girl said, pointing to herself. She seemed calmer than her roommate.

I forced a polite smile to my face and I waved back nervously.

"I'm May." It came out as a squeak.

Leaf's eyes flashed to the one suitcase on my bed before craning her neck to look past that.

"Only one suitcase?" she asked. "That's not a lot. I guess for once we'll actually need an 'emergency shopping trip.'"

Leaf made her point by glaring angrily at Dawn. My roommate laughed nervously. "Hey!" she protested. "My Paris designer shoes were completely ruined by the stupid mud."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Paris designer shoes?" I asked in disbelief. "Aren't Paris brand shoes like, super expensive?"

Leaf giggled. "Not to Dawn," she said. "She's a part of the Berlitz's, one of the richest families in the Sinnoh region. She could buy this whole school if she wanted to."

Dawn stuck out her tongue. "Don't say that. I would never buy this school."

Leaf rolled her eyes. "I was making a point."

Dawn plopped besides next to me on my bed. "So what's your story?" she asked curiously. Her blue eyes gleamed in anticipation.

I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"See, my family forced me into this school so they paid the high tuition fee," Dawn said.

Leaf pointed to herself. "I come from an old family in Kanto with high political power. My parents forced me to come here too."

"And my sisters sent me here since they wanted to pursue their acting careers in Goldenrod City," Misty said as she leaned casually against the doorframe. "You might have heard of them, The Cerulean Sisters."

"You're siblings with the Cerulean Sisters?" I asked in amazement. "They're like the most famous group of actresses in the showbiz industry though!"

Misty shrugged indifferently. It only heightened my first impression of her: calm. Or maybe it was just that she was tired of everyone stating the obvious. I know I would.

Dawn nodded slowly. "So how'd you get here?"

I scratched her head nervously. "Err…"

What was I supposed to say? These girls were all related to important and rich families. And me? I'm an orphan who jumped from foster family to foster family for the last ten years. Oh yeah, not to mention that I only got in this school because I was a part of the government's charity case.

"Hello?" A hand was waving in front of me and I yelped in shock.

Dawn giggled. "It's just me. Are you going tell us?"

I instinctively reached for my necklace and fiddled with the charm. The three other girls noticed and Dawn smiled brightly.

"That's such a pretty necklace May!" She exclaimed. "Where'd you get it from?"

I smiled, glad of the change of topic. "My parents gave it to me for my birthday."

Dawn pointed at it. "Can I?" She asked. She wanted to see it.

I nodded and gently unclasped the necklace from my neck. I handed it over to Dawn and Leaf and Misty crowded around her to get a better look at it.

Dawn turned it over a couple of times in her palm before giving it back to me. "It's really pretty. That's real gold, did you know?"

I looked at her in astonishment. "Was it? I never knew.."

Misty laughed. "If anyone can tell, it's Dawn. Her jewelry box is practically filled to the brim with priceless metals."

Dawn winked at me and I smiled naturally. "We Berlitz's know our jewelry," she told me. "It's always been a part of the family business."

These girls made it seem like I'd been their friends for years. I liked that.