No, not pokespe. I meant pokemon as in-game characters, but with various shippings. I will not spoil which shippings there will be, but you guys will notice soon enough. Enjoy.

Hilda's POV

*alarm rings* I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it's all mine... *beeps off*

Ugh... Another Monday. Yeah, this stinks. I still have lazy leftovers.

I sat up on my bunk bed and threw a pillow down to the bottom bunk. '3..2..1..' I thought.

"WAKE UP, ROSE-CHAN!" I yelled. This made her flinch a bit.

"Five more minutes, Nate..." she mumbled in her sleep. I groaned.

I climbed down our bunk's ladder and bounced on her bed.

"Rosa! You're not at your house and I'm not your brother! SO WAKE THE EFF UP!" I yelled.

She sat up irritated and said,

"Ok, okay! I'll get up! Just stop bouncing, Hilda-chan!"

"Good. Now I will take first dibs on the shower while you lie there with your eyes open," I said. Then I grabbed my towel, my pink-and-white bathrobe, and my underwear and headed to the bathroom.

Rosa's POV

I sighed. Why must every Monday be like this? I mean, I know why. I set my alarm clock Tuesdays through Fridays, for God knows why. At least Hilda always has her backup and she showers quite quickly everyday. But when we're running late she doesn't shower. She can be like that.

I sat up again and reached for my bed side table/drawers and got out my clothes.

"Ready, Rosa-chan?" yelled my roommate from the bathroom.

"Just hurry up already! Class starts in 55 minutes!" I yelled back. And it was true. So we need to hurry up because the classrooms are in the second floor of the next-door building; with no elevator. Which really sucks, which is why we must hurry up.

"Alright, get your towel and clothes now!" she yelled. I grabbed hold of all my clothes to save time and ran for it when Hilda made way.

Hilda's POV

Geez, what's her problemo? It's only 55 minutes and she's all sprinty.

Well, since it's pretty boring to get dressed with so much silence, I turned on my iPod and put it in my bathrobe pocket as I got dressed.

While walking to the building where our classrooms were, I decided to talk to my roomie. 'Cause, you know, we're like besties.

"Hey Rosa, did you wash your hair today?"

"No, why?" she asked.

"Just curious. I just don't understand the concept of washing your hair one day, but not the next one, and instead the day after that," I said.

"Well," she began. "It mostly has to do with your type of hair and/or how much you sweat. For example, if you sweat lots during the day and have the greasy type of hair, you have to wash it daily. But most types of hair get damaged if you wash it everyday, so we wash it somedays and not on others."

"Oh," I replied." Well, that explains it. I wash my hair daily because if I don't, I can't comb it well, and if I don't my head stinks because of the sweat. But I don't have my mother's greasy head, though."

"That's alright, Hilda. All in all, it's your rat's nest," Rosa joked.

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed. I mean, true, on my worst days my hair was a rat's nest (Like Iris. Seriously, is she sure her Axew doesn't pee in there?), but often times, it was cleaner than not.

We got into the building and went up the stairs to our classrooms. I'm in class A, the seniors, with Dawn, Barry, Bianca, Cheren, Hilbert, Red, and me. Rosa's in class B, the juniors, with her brother Nate, Hugh, Ethan, Lyra, and Silver.

We all get along quite nicely, so all's good.

End of Chapter 1

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little scene, but there's more to come!

(Like some devious matchmaking plans from Hilda...)

Hilda: Hey don't tell them what I already know!

Shut up, will ya?!

ANYHOO, thanks for reading and look forward for more.