This story is going to have the English names of all the characters and everything else is going to be Canadian since I don't know too much about Japanese life and I live in Canada. If you don't like that then you don't have to read the story. This story doesn't really have much to do with the actual TV show. None of them have gone on a journey and the only reason any of them know each other is because they go to the same school. Pokémon do exist in this fanfic but they don't show up that much.

Dawn: Just get on with the story…. -_-'

Ahahaha… I don't own Pokémon or any of the characters in this fanfic! Except for the teachers! LOL! Please enjoy my newest story!

I sighed as I headed towards my new school. "Stupid mom moving me to this stupid new town…" I mutter angrily and kick a rock that's lying on the sidewalk. Unfortunately that rock was quite large and I yelped in pain as I limped away from the stupid rock. It was the first day of school, September 4th, and I wasn't in the mood for school since we'd been busy packing and unpacking all summer. My new school uniform consisted of a white short-sleeve shirt and a black and blue plaid miniskirt. White ankle socks and black dress shoes were on my feet. I also had a black sweater-vest that goes over a white long sleeve shirt and a knee-length version of the skirt I'm wearing that I have to wear during the winter.

A few minutes later I'm at my large private school that looks like it could be a mansion. Surrounding the property is a large black fence with the gate wide open since the students are arriving. I wander up to the front doors of the school and head inside. I'm in a large circular room with three different hallways leading away from it. A large spiral staircase is also in the middle of the room, leading upwards towards the second floor. Each hallway has a sign over the entrance. The hallway to my far left says 'Kindergarten to grade two' which means that this school has more than just middle school kids. The middle hallway sign says 'Grades three to five' which still isn't the hallway I want to take. The far right hallway says 'Non-classrooms' which I assume means the office, library, nurse's room, and other places like that. I head up the spiral staircase and find myself in another large circular room with another three hallways. The far right sign says 'Grade's eleven and twelve', the middle one says 'Grade's nine and ten', and the far left one says 'Grade's six to eight'. "Finally," I mutter as I head down the hallway for grade's six to eight.

The hallway is lined with lockers and classroom doors. I see Science rooms, Math rooms, English rooms, History rooms, Home rooms, Art rooms, Computer rooms, and various other rooms as well. This hallway even has its own gymnasium! I glance in the room, wondering how they could have an upstairs gym, but it isn't too amazing. It seems like it was probably three rooms with the walls between them removed and some gym equipment added. I continue my way down the hall to room M19 which is my homeroom. I assume the M is for Middle School since this seems to be the Middle School hallway.

Once I get to room M19 I walk nervously into the room that is slowly filling with other eighth graders. I find an empty desk near the back of the room and place my blue backpack on the floor beside it before sitting down on the chair. Everyone seems to be happily chattering with their friends and I try and to be invisible. Soon the bell rings and my homeroom teacher walks into the classroom. "Hello class, I'm Mr. Wesley and I'm going to be your homeroom teacher for the year," Mr. Wesley says as he takes out a clipboard which I assume has the attendance on it.

Mr. Wesley reads out the names one by one and everyone seems to be here. "Okay, I'll hand out your class schedules now," Mr. Wesley says as he pulls out a stack of papers. None of us knew what classes we had at what times since the school works on them until the last minute. The only thing they tell us before we get here is our home room so that we know where to go when we first get to school. I glance down at mine when Mr. Wesley puts mine on my desk.

Home Room: room M19, Mr. Wesley

First period: Science, room M04, Mrs. Feilds

Second period: PE, room MGYM, Ms. Galla

Third period: Art, room M27, Mr. Jast

Fourth period: English, room M12, Mr. Smith

LUNCH BREAK

Fifth period: History, room M01, Mr. Leo

Sixth period: French, room M15, Mrs. Quail

Seventh period: Math, room M22, Mr. Heath

Eighth period: Music, room M08, Mrs. Lavendar

I sigh unhappily as I see that my first period of the day is Science, my least favorite subject besides History. The bell rings and I grab my backpack before heading out of my home room. I wander down the hall towards the circular room since room M04 is one of the closest rooms to the stairs. When I find the room I head inside and sit down at one of the empty tables. I place my backpack by my feet as I sit on one of the stools.

The other students slowly filter into the classroom and eventually there is only one seat left, the one next to me. The bell rings and a boy with purple hair trudges into the classroom – late. He glances around before sitting next to me. The teacher starts her lecture about science-type stuff (I'm not really paying attention to what she is saying). I can't help but glance over at the purple haired boy who seems to be angrily glaring at the white board behind the teacher. Once the teacher is done her introduction to science (I finally started listening to what she was saying) she starts taking attendance. I really don't get why attendance needs to be taken every single class, it's so annoying.

During attendance I find out the boy sitting next to me is named Paul.

Okay, chapter one is over! In the next chapter more characters will be introduced! I really hope you look forward to the next chapter! I know this chapter kind of sucked, but it was basically the introduction to the story… Anyways, please review!

Dawn: I hope you read the next chapter!

Paul: I hope you don't, then she won't write anymore and I can get away from this Canadian private school… Stupid writer…

*hits Paul over the head with large boulder*

Ahahaha… Just ignore him, he's a bitter person.