"Arceus damn it all," Sarrah mumbled as she awoke. "I can't stand how early I have to get up for Uni."

As most mornings, what had waked her was her somewhat childish alarm clock, which featured a Zangoose and a Seviper chasing one another around with a loud yet peaceful tune. "Why the hell do I still have that Arceus-forsaken thing?" She wondered aloud.

"Why don't you look at your feet and answer that question yourself?" A male's voice called from the other room. "Now you ladies get up and come get some breakfast."

Sarrah did as was suggested, and remembered why—her partner from the very beginning: Luster. Luster was her shiny Zangoose her uncle had given her when she had just begun her Pokémon journey. In Sarrah's mind, Luster was the closest thing she had to a mother, as her mom and dad died when she was only four years old.

"C'mon Luster. It's time to get up for Uni," She called gently to the sleeping Zangoose, waking her up "Zan…"

"I'm very well aware that you aren't a morning Pokémon, but that's too bad, now get up."

The still half-asleep 19 year old sat up and stretched, yawning. She groggily trudged over to her wardrobe and picked out her typical outfit: a pair of extremely faded blue jeans, beige tank top, and a deep violet denim jacket that stopped at her navel. After pulling these out, she grabbed a towel, bra, and pair of panties from another drawer and headed to the bathroom adjacent to her room for a shower

A good twenty minutes later, she emerged from her room fully dressed with her silky silver hair flowing behind her. "Good morning, Uncle Xavier!"

"Well, it's about time my little sugarplum came out for breakfast," he joked. "Volt made pancakes," he gestured towards the Ampharos standing by the griddle.

Thanks, but I don't think I can eat right now," Sarrah said, clutching her stomach.

"Phar…" the Ampharos whined, slightly heartbroken.

"No, Volt, it's not like that! Your cooking is actually quite good! I'm just a little nervous, that's all." She reassuringly told the Ampharos that was still sulking.

"What are you worried about, sugarplum?" James asked his niece, with a tone of worry in his voice.

"Oh, it's nothing, just some boy in—"

"Some boy? What's his name, dear?" James interjected, cutting off Sarrah's sentence.

"Well, his name is Daryl, but that's about all I know, as we haven't gotten much interaction in our first three days."

"If he ever breaks your heart, blitz is both a great bodyguard and a shoulder to cry into." Blitz was the Typhlosion given to James by the resident professor in Johto. "Well, you best be off before you're late to class. And if you're late, there will be no staying out late, unless you are accompanied by Volt, Blitz, or me."

"Yes, Uncle Xavier. I'll be in class before the bell. Bye" She called as she grabbed her keys and ran out the door, before running back in and grabbing her school bag. "I nearly left the house without this. I'm so damn stupid sometimes!"

"Volt, you are aware that she is one crazy kid, right?" James asked his Pokémon, which was starting to clean up the mess.

"Amph," Volt nodded, affirming what James had just said.

"Oh, and Luster, before you go can you promise me that you will keep a close eye on her today? She seems a little out of it over that Daryl guy. Thanks, hun," He added as she was walking out the door.

Walking out towards her uncle's pristine black 1968 GTO, Sarrah called back to Luster, who was reluctantly following her, due to being extremely tired. "C'mon, I know you're tired, but we need to get going!"

She got into the driver's seat, while Luster took to the passenger's seat and passed out. She then took the 3 mile drive up to the student parking on the college campus where she parked quite close to the school.

"Luster, wake up, we're here." She gently cooed to the Pokémon lying asleep in the other chair.

"Goose…" the Zangoose yawned, slightly hesitant to get started with her day. However, she remembered what James had asked her to do and woke up anyway.

Sarrah's first two classes went by without a hitch, but when her third came along was when she started thinking about him. She couldn't help but get distracted about his stunning, light blue eyes and his luscious, spiky, jet-black hair. And you don't want to get her started on his rippling pectorals. Truth be told, Daryl Neruda Haven was the man of every woman's dreams. But why did the name Haven sound familiar? She pondered to herself, lost within her own thoughts. When the bell sounded to head to fourth class, she had to be nudged by her teacher, Professor Sylva, to even recognize what was going on.

"Dear, it seems you've been drifting off. Are you okay?" the gentle woman asked genuinely.

"I'm fine, just a little tired is all." Sarrah responded, her cheeks glowing crimson, blatantly revealing her embarrassment.

"All right then dear, just don't be late to your next class," The elder said, dismissively.

Sarrah gathered her things and walked with luster to her next class, where she did not see the normal professor there waiting to greet her. Instead, what she saw was a portly young woman with ratty hair standing by the chalkboard with her name written large and fancily. She decided to ignore the fact for now, and just went to her assigned seat. Her normal professor didn't call roll, so she could theoretically have been sitting wherever she pleased, but she liked where she was situated—Close to the front of the class.

As the bell rang, the woman decided to speak. "Welcome students, my name is Professor Hatfield, and I will be your substitute for the day as it seems that Professor Hale is not able to make it. Now I will call roll, so please pay attention.

The woman started calling off names, in the meantime, Sarrah's mind was drifting again, and only came back to the real world when she heard Daryl's name called. Afterwards, she started to daydream again.

As the stout woman reached her name after running through most of her classmates, including Daryl—why did 'Haven' sound familiar? Sarrah was having butterflies in her stomach. Nobody really needed to know she was "famous"—if famous was the word for it. "Micro, Sarrah" the portly woman called. Silence. "Is Sarrah Micro present today? She asked a second time. This time, a quiet "present" could be heard squeaking from Sarrah's direction as every jaw in the classroom dropped.

"There's no fucking way she's a Micro" Daryl said under his breath.