Chapter 1: The Test! Capture the Pichu!The sun is shining outside. There is calm gentle breeze swaying throughout the courtyards of this Ranger school's gloriousness. The entrance exams for school admittance are finally today, being held in the is a long good 10 foot line heading straight into the gym. I am stuck in the middle of it. My name is Charles Passmore, I like to go by Charlie. I am 5'9, I have short blond hair that I currently have spiked up and Dark blue eyes. I really don't mind waiting outside with this wonderful weather. There are school Taillow flying around without a worry in the world. There are Bidoof scrounging around for people's left over lunch's that had been left by irresponsible, Non-patient waiting Testers. Luckily from what I see, the Bidoof are like a cleaning crew. Some of the Bidoof pick up plastic and put in a trash can if they can reach it. I can tell right now, that if I am admitted here, it's going to be something out of this world. In other words, I am going to love it here. I also spot in the corner of my eye, a couple of cute girls, that look as if they want to be operators someday. The line slightly moves forward and I walk closer to the doors of the gym, to avoid someone's complaining behind me. I can hear the nervous chitter chatter of the students in front of me. "what do you think the admittance test is going to be like?""I don't know, I heard it was somewhat hard, but who can blame it. Being a Pokemon ranger is going to be hard as well. So it's basically like preparation."I also the chatter going on behind me."I heard the teachers are really strict and that they will beat you with they're ruler if you don't listen to them""nah, they wouldn't do that…would they?"Hmm…what will the test be like and how will the teachers act? This all something I can ponder on, while I wait in this obnoxiously long line. Minutes past, yet I still ponder on, time just flies by and in no time at all I am entering the gym. I look around and spot a huge set of bleachers to my left and an open gym area where some students are standing. There is a girl, she is holding, what looks to be Styler. A Pichu is about 10 feet away from her. She launches the top off from the Styler and it heads towards Pichu. She starts moving her arm in circular motions and the top circles around the Pichu. There is a brief flash of light as the top wraps around the Pichu. The brief flash of light indicates that she had captured the Pichu and befriended it, with her Styler. Everybody applauds and she takes a couple of bows before sitting down in the bleachers. So that's how it's done. Hmm… this could be kind of hard. I'm a little nervous now. I look in front of me and a young female teacher hands me a Styler. "your up…good luck" a girl behind me wishes, patting me on the back.I walk over to the designated standing spot for the Styler shoot. Someone, who looks to be the gym teacher throws a pokeball and after a brief flash of light, the Pichu appears out of the ball. The ball levitates back to the gym teacher. As I feel around on the Styler, I see it's a regular basic school issued Styler. I find the trigger, point it at Pichu and pull the trigger, located on the side of the Styler. The top shoots out and with one circular movement of my arm, the top wraps around the Pichu. After a brief flash of light I have successfully befriended the Pichu. All the teachers in the gym are wide eyed. The female teacher who handed me the Styler walks over to me. She is youthful teacher. She is 6 feet exactly. She has light long straight brunette hair that reaches down to her shoulders and light brown eyes."what is your name?" she asks politely smiling. "it is Charlie, miss" I reply."I am Ms. Linda, glad to meet you Charlie" she greets holding her hand out.I grab her hand and shake it."you beat the old school record for the fastest Pichu Capture in the history of this schools existence. Welcome to the Ranger school"The supposed Gym teacher walks over to us. She has long black hair put up into a high ponytail and light green eyes."I think you have a future here. I am coach Hastings, nice to meet you Charlie" he greets stealing my hand away from Ms. Linda. "if you may, please go wait in the bleachers. Take the Styler with you. It is your's now. You are student here. You need it. " Ms. Linda insists politely.I quickly run over to the bleachers and run up them, to the very top and sit by my lonesome. The rows of seats are freezing cold. Hmm…the teachers seem nice enough. I wonder who started those rumors to scare of the Tester's? probably someone who couldn't pass the admittance test. Oh well, all that matters is that I am into this school."that was really amazing" someone compliments.I come back down to earth and there is this guy my age looking at me sitting backwards on the seats. He is 5'11. He had short spiky blond hair like mine and lighter blue eyes. "oh uh…thanks…I guess. It was mostly luck though." I reply."no that was awesome, best performance I've seen so far…my name's Alex Givens, what's yours?" he asks."Charles Passmore, I like to be called Charlie though" I reply."Charlie? That's a nice nickname. Very well…let's be friends Charlie" he suggests smiling.I can't help but grin at his eagerness."yeah, that would be fun!" I reply chuckling.