OKAY. OKAY, I SWEAR I'LL ACTUALLY FINISH MORE THAN FIVE CHAPTERS OF THIS. My main motivation will be OCs. Yes, you heard that right. OCs. Pokemon. School. It's cliche, but hopefully it'll keep me going.

She awoke.

No, more specifically, her mind awoke and her subconscious returned back to her body from adventuring in the lands of dreams, but her eyes refused to open. She did not hear the familiar blaring of her alarm clock. It was also cold. Way too cold. And she did not like the cold.

She relented. Her eyes fluttered open to stare dully at the white ceiling above her. The soft chirping of a certain fire-type Pokemon alerted her to her senses. Anko didn't make noise that sounded so muffled like that, so…

"AH! THAT'S RIGHT! SCHOOL! THERE'S SCHOOL TODAY!"

The blue-haired girl scrambled out from underneath her blanket, scowling in frustration when she noticed she really needed to stop falling asleep while eating chocolate. She fell off the bed unceremoniously, while looking around for the Torchic she had been given. The chirps were coming from… from a pile of clothes?

"Oh, right, I was trying to some good clothes last night… but what's Anko doing in there?" she mused, then lifted a few shirts to find the Torchic glaring at her with the clothes she had been looking for clamped in the Pokemon's beak.

The bluenette sweatdropped, pulling the Torchic named Anko from the pile and onto her bed. "Thanks for that, Anko. I promise I'll get you some taiyaki later, so just sit tight, m'kay?" With that being said, she yanked the clothes from Anko's beak and hastily dashed inside the bathroom, muttering something about how it was still cold.

Her trainer currently occupied, Anko carefully stood up on her unsteady claws and glanced around, smiling when she saw the black egg behind some bags of chips. After making her way through the bits and pieces chocolate on her trainer's bed, Anko blew a small ember over the egg, keeping it warm enough for the Pokemon inside to hatch into a healthy young baby.

The Torchic's job finished, it jumped on top of a table expertly, although stumbling a bit once she landed, and caught sight of her trainer's most treasured item. It was a brilliant red ruby encrusted in an intricate gold pin, and had a thick string attached so as to make it be worn as a necklace. Anko remembered the day when her trainer's best friend had given it to her as a parting gift so vividly as if it was only yesterday…

"I'm done~ sheesh, how did Anko find it but not me? Do these clothes hate me for some unknown reason?" a sleepy voice grumbled as the redheaded trainer exited the bathroom. Her outfit consisted of a cobalt-blue hoodie that seemed one size too big, and that one size made a major difference since the tip of her middle finger could hardly be seen beyond the sleeves. Underneath that was a black tee, and she chose (or Anko found) blue jeans that ended at her knees. The bluenette ignored the common rules most schools used and slipped on brown leather boots, taking extra care that Anko hadn't 'accidentally' put in some very sharp rocks in it again.

"Right then," she muttered, eyeing the necklace before a small smile graced her lips and she put it around her neck, her eyes growing misty as the ruby glittered in the late morning light. Shaking her head, the girl picked up the warm black egg in her arms and placed it in the gray handbag she was using- wait, no, it was white. Doesn't that girl know how to clean her things properly? Anyway, she carefully placed it inside the bag and grabbed a few Pokeballs off the cluttered table as well, one of them a Great Ball with a strip of scotch tape labeling it as "ANKO". Finished with her preparations, the girl motioned for the Torchic to follow her as she headed downstairs as quietly as possible.

Her earlier outburst had not helped her nonexistent stealth, and she was eternally grateful for Arceus to have created her parents to be ridiculously heavy sleepers.

She had, after all, recently gotten a scholarship to attend a boarding school, along with a few other newspapers and money-related letters. She was thankful she was the one to have answered the door as well when the mailman had came – she didn't want her parents to leave her with a tearful goodbye, or worse yet, forbid her to go. Ever since she had dropped out of her previous school (or, rather, gotten kicked out), she had trouble finding another half-decent academy after that incident, and she never got a well-paid job. Due to that, her family suffered an average famine, and she couldn't bear to let them be hungry for much longer, especially her little sister. The bluenette turned around once she reached the front door, taking in every inch of the hallway, already missing it albeit not having step foot outside the door yet. Coupled with the rumor that this school held all sorts of strange people, she really, really wanted to go… and yet, she couldn't say goodbye.

A light glow came from her collarbone, and she smiled down at the ruby gem shining even when shaded from the sun. Almost as if he was urging her to go on and never regret her decisions, foolish as they may be. Anko looked up at her trainer confusedly, wondering why she hadn't moved yet, and the bluenette chuckled. She patted the Torchic's head for a bit, and opened the door.

The door that would eventually lead Shione Sakura to the school where everything would start.

OC Form:

(Trainer)

Name:

Gender:

Year (1-4):

Age (14-17):

Appearance:

Personality:

History (go ahead and write whatever the hell you want in here!):

How did they attend this school? Scholarship? Rich as hell? Or something else?:

Pokemon Team:

Relationship (sexual orientation, love interest? Anything?):

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears (this would make them totally frozen and won't move unless snapped out of it):

Schedule (arrange your classes however you like):

-Pokemon Biology (mandatory)

-Algebra/Mathematics (mandatory)

-Breeders Class (optional)

-Battlers Class (optional)

-Coordinators Class (optional)

-Rangers Class (optional)

-Medical Class (optional)

-Choir/School Band (optional)

-Gym/Physical Education (mandatory)

-Language (mandatory)

-History/Social Studies (mandatory)

Sport (just pick something you like):

Club (optional):

Class (Trainer, Breeder, Coordinator, etc.):

(Pokemon)

Nickname/s (optional):

Personality:

Level:

Moves:

Gender:

History (how did your OC find/befriend/catch them?):

Anything extra or different about your Pokemon?:

I'll be looking forward to your OCs, everyone!

Reisu, 5/24/13