All right, another new story... creativity is overloading my brain... but, One Step Behind should be updated today or tomorrow, College... What Now? by the end of March, and all my other stories when ever I get the time... but, I'll explain this one now. Okay, so I write a lot of stories. They've centered around a lot of people. This one has Dawn as the main character, and is ikarishipping! Also, there will be... contest, poke, oldrival (Leaf and Gary, not Blue and Green), and vatonage along with a lot of others mixed in. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, or any other name brand.

The Secret Life of Dawn Berlitz

Chapter 1

My name is, I suppose, well known. I mean, who hasn't heard of my surname? Berlitz? Ringing any bells? They were well known all right… for being dead. Well. Former mass-murders that were all killed in an axe murder in one night is more like it, but who's really caring? Well, not me.

The name's Dawn… Dawn Hikari Berlitz. Ever since two years ago, when I was fifteen, I lived on my one in my own villa-like condo. I had the money, why not use it? Well, I could always turn out to be some crazy axe murderer and… yeah, I'm joking. Arceus. No one knows how to handle jokes anymore!

It was Monday morning, five o'clock sharp.

I automatically woke up and ate breakfast. Still in my sweat pants and loose men's t-shirt, I walked to my bathroom and took a shower. The hot water felt nice.

After I got out and dried myself off, I changed into my school's uniform… that, by the way, I really hated.

The pleated coffee colored skirt was annoying; the black thigh-length knee socks were itchy. The white blouse felt so last year, and the sweater-another coffee color item; it was a button up type-sweater that was thin as paper-was horrible at keeping people warm. At least we got to wear whatever shoes we wanted; I usually had a pair of tall chocolate brown UGGs.

I applied my make-up and brushed my natural blue hair. I pulled it up in a high ponytail.

About two hours before school started, I painted my nails using essie's Aruba Blue color nail lacquer.

I realized that I had, yet again, woken up way too early.

Might as well watch The Hangover again. After all, there were one and a half more hours before I had to leave for school.

Apparently, one and a half hours wasn't enough time to finish the movie, so after about half way through I paused it and ate another Nutella-cover piece of toast.

Then it hit me.

May was picking me up today.

I heard her car horn go off and her scream, "Dawn! Dawn Berlitz get your ass out here!"

I grabbed my navy blue bag and Coach purse and sprinted to her car.

When I got out, May was putting on a layer of lip-gloss.

I hopped in shotgun, and she said, "What the hell took so long?"

"You know, the usual."

"Oh," she said, putting her Gucci sunglasses that were about half her face and let her red sports car hit the road. After all, we still had to pick up the rest of my girls.

Misty, Leaf, and Kate crammed into the back seat and we rolled up to school with about fifteen minutes left on the clock.

That's when another sports car drove up, it was a dark green, but we still knew who was in it.

"Hey, Maple!" Drew Hayden called from the driver's seat, "What's up?"

Next to him was Gary Oak, and in the back were Ash Ketchum, Keith Dazzle, and Paul Shinji.

Usually, Paul was next to Drew, but apparently he'd gone over to Ash's and had to sit in the back this time.

"Get lost, Hayden!" May said, parking. We all got out of the car.

"But you love me too much to actually mean that," he said, the cocky bastard. But he sealed his fate when he finished his sentence. "June."

"You're a dead man, Hayden," Leaf said, flipping her hair and putting her hat on.

"That's out of dress code, hun," Gary said.

Leaf turned and pulled up her sunglasses (which were just like May's only with a purple tint rather than brown).

"Oh, you're defiantly one to talk, Oak," she said monotonously.

Then, of gloriously crappy then, another car came and tried to park next to the boys', right where we were all standing.

It was a Porsche; white and dangerously sexy.

The driver, a girl by the name of Brianna Jones, said in a rude tone, "Get out of the way, losers!"

It was obviously directed towards my friends and me, not the boys.

"All right, who the hell do you think you are?" Misty exploded.

"Just a few much, much prettier girls then yourselves who care about our appearances and want to park next to our boyfriends!" another girl, Melody Kissman, said.

"Look, bitch," Misty growled, about to leap, when Kate held her back.

"Nice going, Hitomi, with your freakish man-strength, you can totally hold the wild beast back!" Melody said again.

"I do not have man-strength, you slut!" Kate screamed at the top of her lungs, wanting very badly to let go of Misty and let her rip Melody into shreds.

"Oh but you do," Aria Harrison said, "And besides, who are you calling a slut?"

"Girls, just leave them to wallow in their own self-pity," I said.

"Yeah, listen to the orphan!" Zoey shouted, giggling like a mad woman.

I think my girls felt a strange aura around me because May said, "Take that back if you care about your lives!"

But it was too late; they were already mocking me.

"Well, at least I don't have to rely on my daddy's wealth to get what I want, I rely on my own money… at least I won't go bankrupt."

In our school, it's one thing to insult a girl's fashion sense, but a totally different thing to call someone 'poor' or insult their daddy's money.

And I hit the spot in its weakest point; Zoey Nozomi was at boiling point.

"You… you… you wannabe!" Zoey shouted, "You pathetic, little wannabe! You don't have parents, you rely on yourself… at least if my daddy goes bankrupt, I'll still have one!"

"Is that your best comeback?" I asked smoothly, not noticing the crowd or that the boys had left. "Because if it is…"

"GET TO CLASS!" a voice shouted.

Crap, we were caught… wait, no, we weren't. Leaf came up with another brilliant idea.

"SCATTER!" she shouted as me and my girls scattered throughout the area and headed to class, only hearing the protests and screams from Zoey and her crew.

That should teach you to mess with us…

"Ugh!" I said, finally reaching my locker, which was above Misty's, which was next to Kate's, which was below May's, which was next to Leaf's. "We've got Physics!"

Our chorus of curses was mingled in with the screams of Zoey and company getting pranked by buckets of neon orange paint we'd set up when we scattered.

After all, it paid off to have one of the brightest technicians for a best friend.

Okay, I think I just wrote a load of crap. But, you might think differently...? Review, get a waffle (or cookie, say which one you want in your review!) and if you don't, the axe murderer will come and kill you, too!