The first day of high school, a day that some students dread for, while others yearn for it. Out of the two, Zach was not looking forward to his first day of high school. It wasn't that he hated school, but he was going to a new school, and he wasn't good in new situations. Plus, since he was going to a new school, he had no friends there, and over the summer he had lost contact with most of his previous ones. In addition to being at a new school, and losing most of his previous friends, Zach also had to take on the challenge of surviving in a bigger school, for his freshman class contained student numbers larger than his entire K-12 school as a whole. Over the summer, due to a lack of friends, Zach had become extremely depressed and was a complete mess. Overall, the tides were not in his favor, as it seemed, for his first day of high school.

The Night Before the First Day

It was 11:30 at night and Zach was still up, troubling to sleep. There were a couple of possibilities that he thought could've caused this, for example, the fact that he couldn't keep his mind on one thing for more than 30 seconds or maybe that he was stressed out for his first day of school the next day. Even though he tried to make himself think that it was these things, it wasn't. He truly knew that he was, once again, pointlessly dwelling on the fact that the reality he was put in, was the only reality. For, he wished that he could be in a reality that consisted of the whole 'Pokémon Franchise', hell, he'd be satisfied with a world that was only Pokémon! Even though he wished for something this large, he knew that it was not a possibility. Well, he knew, but his mind couldn't accept it.

Regardless of his whole failing to be happy with reality phenomenon, he still needed sleep to be able to function, at least a little, in his upcoming first day of school. Therefore, he tried with all his might to find a way to reach a state of sleep. First, he tried to stay still for 30 minutes, that didn't work at all, with the time now being 12:00 in the morning. Next, he went under his covers, trying to suffocate himself to sleep, while that didn't work, it helped a bit. Finally, after thrashing around his bed, for what seemed to be another hour, he finally achieved sleep, where he could be happy, and not create anxiety for himself about his, 'harsh, horrible' reality.

The First Day

After ignoring his alarm clock, for what seemed like an hour, but was only five minutes, Zach finally got up. Only after his mom came into his room, screaming and threatening to ground him. Once he was actually awake, and recovered from his mother's whole 'scene', he began to get ready for his first day of school.

First, he, slowly but eventually, made it over to his bathroom. Once he had finally entered he washed his face, then dried it, just a simple task. As he was just about to leave his bathroom and continue getting ready, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Unfortunately, one of his biggest problems came into effect, his insecurities about himself that slowly ate away at him each day. Therefore, he completely stopped and began starring himself in the eyes, thinking of every single flaw that he could see about himself. After his whole 'self-bullying' session, he went back to the task at hand and continued getting ready.

Following the second thing in his 'schedule' for getting ready for school in the morning, Zach went to his closest to put on his assigned school uniform, of which he hated. It consisted of, brown, shiny, fancy shoes, the type that if you don't wear socks with them, they will kill the back of your heels. Then, for the pants, the were long, beige colored pants, the type that if you bent your knees, the pants would either stop you or get extremely bent. Finally, the assigned shirt he had to wear, it was a collared, white shirt, but not a silk type, the type that was rough and scratched against your skin. Plus, in addition to all that, he had to wear a belt, one that he thought was completely unnecessary because it only sat on his waist, and didn't contribute to where his pants stood on his waist at all.

Now that he was all ready for his first day, clothes wise, he picked up his pre-packed bag, slung it over his shoulder, and began to journey downstairs for his breakfast. Once he got downstairs, where his mother was waiting, she offered to get him breakfast, but, like always, he brushed her off, claiming he was old enough to get breakfast for himself. Therefore, he went over to the kitchen fridge, where he made a measly choice of selecting a single protein shake for breakfast.

"Zach, you know that isn't going to be enough for breakfast, right?" His mother said to him, seeing that this was all he decided to have for breakfast.

"Dang, whatever should I do?!" He rudely replied to his mother, in a sarcastic, not caring tone, as he tossed his empty drink into the garbage, and took a seat on the couch. After he sat down, he reclined, making sure to keep his shoes off the couch, then put his headphones in, blasting music through them, into his ears.

He remained lying on the couch until it was time for school, to be exact, he remained lying on the couch until his mom shaked him to near most death, informing him that it was time to leave for school.

Once his mom had finally gotten him into the car, Zach slouched down in the front seat of the car, still listening to his music, not caring about what his mom had to say.

The car ride to school was going pretty well, Zach was listening to his music, not caring to do anything else until they got to school, his Mother was driving smoothly, paying attention to the road… wait no she wasn't. As she was distracted by a text on her phone from one of her friends, she wasn't aware of the broken down car in front of her.

"HOLY SHIT MOM! PAY ATTENTION TO THE FUCKING ROAD!" Zach yelled at her, oddly seeing it as he hastily glared up, outside the front windshield.

"W-Wha?... OH FUCK!," his mom replied, swerving away from the car that she almost hit, "Pretty good driving Zach don't you t-" She was cut off by her car falling of the side of the road, for although she had avoided the car, she sent her own car flying off the road. Now, his mom and himself, were circling down a hill, seriously injuring themselves, the pain feeling so bad, the blood flying everywhere as glass flew into their skin, they knew they were goners.

"I l-love you m-mom" he said as he was about to permanently go unconscious.

"I love y-you too Z-Zach" his mom fought to get out of her mouth, as they both gave in to their fate, they were both dead.

Zach's eyes shot open, as he began breathing heavily, looking around at his surroundings, concluding that he was in, what he believed to be his room.

"AHH WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, feeling extremely weird and dazed, for he thought he had just died.

Then, as he went to go and rub the sweat from his forehead, not only did he catch a glimpse of a black, furry paw, but once he got to rubbing his forehead, it too, felt like it was covered in fur. Startled by all this, greatly, he fell back asleep, once again, not being able to function what was going on, guessing it was just a dream within another cruel dream.

Well, a little cliff hanger there... I think xD. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of PBHS, I know the name is weird for the story so far, but, later in the story, the name will make more sense, well probably in one or two chapters. Alright, I think that's it, so if you wanna leave a review go ahead, and maybe, if you're up for it, shoot me a pm, I love having people to talk to!