High School Union, Chapter 1

Okay, had this one buzzing around in my head for about a day, expanded it in my mind, and realized I had to use it. This is going to be a kind of story I've seen used and wanted to try myself. This will be depicting humans with legendary names. No, these aren't legendaries in human disguises; these guys don't have any powers whatsoever. They are regular humans with the names of legendaries and have a bit of what I'm going to say is their personality. I will be using quite a number of legendaries in this, mostly Sinnoh, but there will be others from different regions. I couldn't get it out of my head, so I decided to just go with it. Also, this story is mostly going to be focused on Giratina, but it will be in third person. It'll probably make more sense as the story progresses, so with that out of the way let's get started! (FYI, this will also take the version of a cartoon, including some violence and the fact that the characters have one outfit they always wear).

A New Day

Giratina was putting the last of her supplies into her backpack, waiting for her friends to show up. She was wearing her usual clothes, a small red and black striped t-shirt, tight black jeans, a gray jacket, and plain sneakers. She wore a light amount of make-up on her pale face, which suited her just fine. She had long, dirty-blond hair that covered the left half of her face. She wasn't hiding anything, she just liked it that way. In the line of jewelry, she wasn't much of a big fan, but she always wore a gold band around her neck that one of her two best friends, Shaymin, had gotten her for her birthday several years ago, and it had practically become part of her anatomy. She remembered one day it was missing and she had torn apart half the house searching for it before she finally found it on the bathroom counter. Her parents had been angry with her, to say the least.

Giratina wondered how they were doing at the moment. They had wanted her to go to a prestigious private high school in the area she was now in, but they couldn't move themselves. So the compromise was they rented an apartment for her, and a good one too, where she would live for the school year. Of course, it wasn't without its terms. Her mother had told her

"Remember, how you keep it is up to you, but if I get any calls from the sanitation department, there will be hell to pay."

Giratina had never been a slob, anyway. At least, not when it came to where she lived. She enjoyed living in a clean house. One of the other terms was she had to get a job and start paying for some things, such as her phone, groceries, and her school supplies. Giratina wasn't against the idea, far from it, but she hated where she was working now. She was a waitress at the local restaurant, Ziarelli's, and despised the owner, a real bitch that was constantly after her ass. But the pay and tips were decent, and it was an easy score. So Giratina put up with the occupation to prove to her parents she could become independent.

Luckily her friends, Palkia and Shaymin, had joined her in enrolling in this high school. Palkia, however, had rich parents that loved to spoil her. Fortunately, she hated being a snob, so she always spread the money throughout the three of them, and although Giratina hated accepting charity, she would accept money from Palkia, as long as it wasn't an exorbitant amount. Shaymin, on the other hand, was a strange girl. She had been accepted to the high school, even recommended to it because she was smart to an extreme. Giratina had never figured that behind that mint-green hair lay a large brain. You wouldn't know it from her personality, either. She was quiet, almost timid, and loved gardening. She kept a special flowerbed always in bloom, whether it was fall or winter. The girl had a real green thumb, and hair to match. She always wore a white sundress and kept her hair in its normal fashion. She wore it shoulder-length, and it was straight until it reached her neck, where it became curly. Shaymin claimed she didn't style it, it just came out that way. Giratina had tried to uncover whether or not that was the truth, but without success thus far.

Shaymin lived with her parents still, who had moved so she could more easily attend the school and hang out with her friends. Shaymin's parents really loved her that way, and would do anything for her. She doesn't ask for much though, insisting on doing things for herself, but won't hesitate to ask for help if she feels she needs it. That's the biggest difference between her and Giratina; Shaymin will ask for help, but Giratina will flat out refuse to. She will help others on occasion, she's not a completely heartless bitch, but she won't ask for it.

They were all transferring in as sophomores, having ditched their old high school. Part of the reason Giratina left is because she was getting hell from the students there. She had tried many times to get in a relationship, at Palkia's insistence, but it never turned out well. Eventually she got teased about being real easy to get and dump, and ended up lashing out at the last guy who started to treat her like crap. After that, she became cynical towards the male gender and wanted nothing to do with them.

There was a knock at the door and Giratina ran to it, flinging it open to reveal her friends Palkia and Shaymin. Palkia was wearing her cotton-candy-pink hair in a loose ponytail, along with her pink-and-white shirt and white knee-length skirt, finishing with her typical high-heels. Giratina could never understand how she walked around in those, but didn't ask. Shaymin was in her usual sundress and was carrying a book bag over her right shoulder, looking excited but at the same time, frightened.

"Hey guys, come in!" Giratina told her friends. They stepped through the door and looked around. This wasn't the first time they had seen her apartment, but she had finally settled in, so they were curious how she had designed it. It was mostly plain, but she had put up the pictures she had, mostly of her and them, a few of her parents, and that was it. There was a small couch that sat in front of an old tv in the living room which led into the kitchen through one door and to the rest of the apartment through another. Giratina also had a small table in the corner, on top of which sat a CD player. Palkia walked over to it and popped out the disc, looked at what was written on it, then sighed and told Giratina

"I don't know how you can listen to this stuff."

Giratina shrugged and Palkia returned the disc to the player. Giratina had a strange taste in music according to her past and personality. She had a taste for Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons since most of their music spoke about bad relationships. But at the same time she loved Diana Ross and the Supremes, being a bit more hopeful in the topic of love. What no one back in her old town knew, except for her parents and friends, is that Giratina loved to sing and was pretty good at it. She had a high, clear voice that could, so far, hit any pitch that was thrown her way. She loved singing to The Four Seasons and The Supremes since the pitches were typically high, especially with Frankie Valli's falsetto. She simply loved going along with it and nailing it, even if she was a girl. It was her favorite thing to do when she was cleaning the apartment, or even just to relax. She had a few favorite songs, including Big Girls Don't Cry, Ronnie, and C'mon Marianne. Those songs somewhat rang to her, especially Ronnie. It didn't quite relate to her, but she loved the idea of a man being desperate for a girl. Yeah, she really hated guys right now. Her favorite Supremes songs were Stop! In The Name Of Love, You Can't Hurry Love, and Someday We'll Be Together. These songs gave her hope that at some point in her life she could find someone who would treat her right.

"Come on, guys, we should probably get going now…" Shaymin said quietly. Giratina looked at the clock by the door, and seeing it was seven-fifty, her eyes widened and she shouted

"Oh, shit! We're gonna be late on our first day!"

"No, we're not" Palkia sang, flashing her keys. Giratina looked at her for a moment, then it clicked and she asked

"You got your driver's license?" Palkia nodded excitedly and pointed out the window, which Giratina ran to and looked out, seeing a hot pink car sitting there. She turned and gave her friend a blank look, saying

"Really, hot pink? You couldn't choose anything less… flashy?" Palkia shrugged and asked

"Do you want to run?" Giratina's eyes widened and she waved her hands in front of her face, shouting

"No, no, no! It's nice, really!"

Then she grabbed her backpack, her phone and wallet, and finally her keys, carefully locking up after herself. Then they went to Palkia's car and got in. Palkia turned it on and revved the engine and took off like a madman down the driveway and onto the road, making Shaymin almost faint.

Okay, that's the starting chapter! I really want to know what anyone who reads this thinks so far, so please be swift in your reviews! (By the way, I know this chapter is a bit short, but it's only the beginning chapter. Later chapters should be longer, so please don't say anything about chapter length!)