Hey guys. So here are the answers to the questions... Just kidding! If you pay attention to the story as it goes on, they will be answered, so pay close attention. Especially the third question, because they are both OCs. Well, one is more important... Anyway, here is the "first" chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, but I do own my OCs.

Dead

OC's POV

I walked up to a building, it was at the address written. I had looked this up before, so I knew what to expect. I stared intently at the door handle, wondering if I should go in. I shook the doubt out of my head. I made this promise last night that I would at least try one day, then take it from there. I gripped the door handle and turned it. The door let me through.

I looked up. There was a sign at the top with locations in the building and which direction they were in. My eye caught the one in the middle of the list. It read "Main Office" with an arrow pointing to my left. I looked in that direction. All there was was a long hallway, bathrooms to the sides, and a door at the end. I paced down to the door. This door could be the turning point in my life. I opened it.

Inside was a secretary at her desk and a few other rooms attached, along with a waiting area. The secretary was obviously waiting for me, because she wasn't doing anything, just breathing. "I was told you would come," she spoke. "He is waiting for you in his office," she said, gesturing to the door behind her. I nodded a thanks and gripped the handle of the door. THIS time, it would change my life. I opened the door.

The man from yesterday was sitting behind a desk, fingers interlocked and leaning on his desk. "Have a seat, young man," he said. I assumed he meant the one in front of his desk, so I sat there. We stared at each other for a few moments. He broke the silence. "You have a remarkable talent." "Thanks," I muttered. "Now, I believe you know what I am about to say? So will you accept?" he asked. "Yes," was my cold response. He handed me a sheet. "It is information we need of you," he explained, "we need some records. Just fill it out truthfully." I looked at the questions and pulled out a pencil from my pocket.

Name: John Phillip Smith

Nickname? Johnny Height: 4' 11"

Weight: 80 lbs.

DOB: 10/15/1996 Parent 1:

Occupation Parent 2:

Occupation:

Emergency contact 1:

Emergency contact 2:

Address:

Phone:

E-mail: (my e-mail) (A/N: Not me but my OC's)

I gave the sheet back to the man and his expression depreciated. "Why did you not fill this out correctly?" he said, handing it back to me. "Continue to fill it out." I sighed and filled the rest out.

Parent 1: Francis Corey Smith (deceased)

Occupation: None at the moment

Parent 2: Lauren Violet Smith (deceased)

Occupation: None at the moment Emergency contact 1: None Emergency contact 2: None Address: Alley between the condominium complexes.

Phone: Cell: 471-809-1264 (A/N: Don't try calling this number. I just made it up...)

The man looked over the now "completed" sheet of paper. I noticed his expression turn from anger, to shock, to grief, to guilt. He looked up. "Son, I'm so sorry," he said. "If I had known..." "It's fine," I interjected. "What's next?" He could tell I wanted to drop the subject, so he handed me another sheet of paper. "This is your schedule," he said. "We had it ready for you since I first walked in." I looked it over. "Do you have a map?" "Yes, right here," the man said, handing over yet another sheet. "Do you have supplies, young man?" he wondered aloud. "No." "Well, we're ready for that, too." He reached down and brought back up pens, pencils, highlighters, a few binders, folders and tab dividers. I took the supplies, map and schedule.

I opened the door and before I left I turned my head, looking at him with one eye.

"Principal Ardon," I said. He looked up.

"Thanks."

He nodded. I closed the door.

I stood in front of the next door. I glanced at the wall clock in the hall. Five minutes until the next class. I gripped the handle. How many doors would change my life today? Probably all of them. I opened the door and walked into the classroom.

The entire class turned to me. "Hello," the teacher said, "you must be the new student. I am Ms. Wallace and this is homeroom. Why don't you tell us your name." I looked around the room. I could see girls giggling and guys holding back laughter. Proabaly the height thing.

"Hi, my name is John Smith, but please call me Johnny."

No one was paying attention, but I did observe one boy make eye contact with me, but he instantly turned to his friend. "Have a seat. You'll be going to your next class soon," Ms. Wallace said. I sighed and sat in the way back behind two guys. They turned to me.

"Hey Johnny," said the one to my right. I remembered making eye contact with him moments ago. He was obviously taller than me and had raven hair. "I'm Ash Ketchum," he said. "The name's Gary Oak," said his friend. "Hey," I said back. "What do you have next?" asked Ash. I didn't look at my schedule, just to test myself. "Biology with Mr. Ytto." "Same here!" said Gary. "Remind me to introduce you to a friend in that class." I nodded as the bell rang.

I walked into biology class. "Hello there," said Mr. Ytto. "I'm Mr. Ytto. We're in the middle of a partners project right now. How about you pair up with Leaf Green? Leaf! Stand please!" I looked at the class and saw a girl stand in the middle. Her expression looked like she thought she was in trouble...again. "Leaf, this is your partner for the project. Introduce yourself to the class," he added to me.

"I'm John Smith, but call me Johnny."

More giggles and laughs.

I walked over to Leaf and sat next to her. Mr. Ytto turned and started a lecture.

"Who were you texting? And why would it be embarrassing?" I started off. She looked at me in surprise. "How did you know?" she asked. "Well," I explained, "your expression when you stood up stood out, but that was to hide your right hand protecting a bulge in your pocket, most likely a phone. Also, your expression was more terrified than most people's who are caught, so it must've been embarrassing." "Wow," she said. "You did that explanation WHILE taking notes?" "Yup." "Well, if you should know, I was texting some guy and he was really annoying." "In this class?" "Yeah."

I scanned the room. My eyes stopped at two guys holding back laughter. One was Gary and the other was a green haired guy, probably the friend he wanted me to meet.

"Was it Gary?" I asked, seeing he was the only guy in the room whose name I knew. "Yeah, he's an ass," said Leaf in disgust.

I grinned. "Well, let's get through this class," I suggested.

"Yeah..."

After class, Gary introduced me to his green-haired friend; Drew Hayden. We also realized the three of us had math next, so we rush across the building. We walked into the class just in time and the teacher noticed me. "Hello, I'm Mr. Quince. Would you please state your name to the class," the teacher said. I turned to the class. Again, people were giggling or laughing. This is getting old.

"Hi, my name is John Smith, but call me Johnny," I said, and started walking to a seat.

"Not so fast," Mr. Quince called from behind me, "I have work for you. Put your belongings next to Ms. Waterflower and please see me. Ms. Waterflower, please show yourself to our new classmate." A girl stood in the back, so I went there, put my stuff on the desk next to her's, and went back to the teacher.

I was flattened.

"This is all the work we have done in the last month, both classwork and homework," he explained. "I expect it finished within two weeks." I nearly broke my back bringing the work back to my desk. I swear I could here the metal bending from the combined weight. I noticed the girl Waterflower was chatting with Leaf and two other girls as the class went on. Mr. Quince stopped explaining the new material 10 minutes into class and asked, "are there any questions?"

No one raised their hand...but me.

"Yes, Mr. Smith?"

"Wh...when sh..should I give y..you these papers back?" I stuttered out.

"When you are done with them, Mr. Smith. Any other questions?"

I raised my hand again.

"Yes, Mr. Smith," said Mr. Quince, obviously bored of no one but me asking questions.

"Do you have enough time to grade all these papers by tomorrow? I want to know if I'm doing these right, especially because I just finished last night's work..." I trailed off. Everyone looked at me, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Mr. Quince broke the silence. "Y...you finish a month's worth of work in ten minutes?" he asked in surprise. I nodded. "I couldn't believe it took me so long either..." He rushed over and scanned through my papers, looking to see I did all the work and the right answers.

He looked at me. "What are you playing at?" he asked darkly. I was taken aback.

"Wh...what do you mean?" I asked.

"These answers are all correct."

Awkward silence followed.

"Math is easy to me," I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gary and Drew giving each other sly looks. Mr. Quince took the work off my desk and lugged it back to his.

"Well...let's continue..."

The bell rang, signaling a 15 minute time slot between classes. I went out and put my biology and math binders in my locker, even though there was no lock. I turned and started to walk to my next class, when I collided with another guy. I stumbled back as he stood he ground. He glared at me. I recognized him as a guy who sat with Ash, Drew and Gary during math.

"You better watch where you're going, midget," he snarled at me as I backed up to the lockers. He continued down the hallway. I hoped I wouldn't see him again.

I started walking down the hall again when a few girls came up to me. The only one I sorta knew was Leaf. I only knew her friend's last name, but not the other two. "Hey Johnny," said Leaf, "that was impressive stuff in math today." "Thanks," I said gloomily.

"Well, this is Misty Waterflower," she said, gesturing to the red-head I sit next to in math.

"May Maple." A brunette with a red bandana, though how she's allowed to wear it in school, I will never know.

"And Dawn Berlitz." A bluenette. First time for everything, I guess.

"Hi there," they said.

"Hi."

I walked off to class, feeling their distress towards me.

School passed by fast, and lunch was here.

Drew, Dawn and May were in my history class, and Ash, the bully, Dawn and Misty were in my English class. Now, before "electives" and gym and stuff like that, we get lunch.

I walked in, and scanned the room. I saw Ash flagging me down. I started over to him, but stopped when I saw the bully sit down. I veered off.

Now where could I go?

Although I was upsetting Ash, I didn't want to be killed. I did another quick scan and saw the girls. I walked over and sat down across from them. They looked up with dark faces, expecting someone else? but the expressions quickly changed. "Hi Johnny!" May said joyfully. "Hello ladies." They surrounded me.

I glanced over to Ash's table. Ash, Gary and Drew had wide eyes and dropped jaws, while Paul was glaring daggers at me. Which one was his? I'll probably figure it out later. They all started whispering to each other.

"Why are you sitting here?" asked Dawn. "And why don't you have lunch?" wondered Leaf.

"Is it weird, me sitting with you guys?" I countered, wondering if the social world was what I thought it was.

"Kinda," answered Misty. "The guys usually sit with each other and girls also only sit with each other." Bingo.

"So, do you have to buy lunch with cash?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" responded Dawn. "I didn't bring any." They gasped. They looked over to the cafe doors. They were closed. "Well, you still need lunch!" protested Leaf. "Nah," I said, "It's fine." "If you say so..." said Misty.

The guys were smirking. They were up to something.

I survived.

Study hall and art weren't bad, especially because in study hall, everyone I met (including the bully) was there, and in art no one paid attention to me (no one was in it.)

But then came gym.

I was already wearing worn out shorts and a ripped t-shirt, and no other clothes but that. I walked into the class. The coach looked at me. "Son," he said, "I know you're new, but changing is agiven." I looked up at him. About 6 foot 7, could easily crush a kid by poking him. "I don't have any clothes but these sir," I said to him.

He tried to read me. "Alright then. I'm Coach Boomer, and we've been workin' on physical strength since last year. This current unit is wrestling." My hopes declined. "Hm, you'll start off against a toughy. Shinji! Up front!" Boomer shouted. I looked over the crowd. I could see the girls and guys, both of which had horrified expressions. The guy called Shinji stood. It was my bully. He had plum hair, and without his vest on, you could see he was jacked. He came up and towered over me. I almost fell back trying to look him in the eyes. The look in his eyes was deadly.

"Alright, remember, try to keep it to a low level of violence. Anything goes, and begin!"

I ran as fast as I could around the makeshift ring, being chased by a psycho bully. He jumped and we rolled into the center. He almost pinned me, but my hands shot out and grabbed his. He slid past them and grabbed my neck and proceeded to choke me. Everything goes...this wouldn't be good.

It was hard to breathe, so I resorted to my stronger point; my legs. They came in and kicked the opposition in the stomach, flinging him off me. He landed a little ways in front of me, and charged again. I closed my eyes and waited for impact.

It never came.

I opened my eyes to the sound of gasps. I hand dropped onto my hands and my legs were choking the bully. I slammed my legs down, bringing him down as well. I quickly pounced on him and pinned his dazed form.

"ONE...TWO...THREE!" I got up.

"That was impressive, son," said Coach. "Paul Shinji is the best in your grade, which in turn means you are the best now."

I gulped. That wasn't good.

The ending bell rang, and I calmly left my stuff in my locker and headed out. I just passed off of school grounds when I was grabbed from behind. "Hey midget," said a cold voice from behind me. I turned as a fist collided with my jaw. I twisted through the air and landed on the cement. I stood up shakily, already knowing who my attacker was. He threw another punch, which I dodged, but he anticipated that and kicked me in the wrong place. I doubled over as he continued to beat me to a pulp. He began to retreat after what seemed like forever.

"Good luck you piece of shit."

Love you too...Paul.

I limped five blocks away from the school. This would surely be the time to implement my plan. Now, if no one caught me, I would surely be happy as a dead man.

It was all set, and I promised myself this reward if something of this sort were to happen.

I was about to round the corner to my escape route when...

"Hey Johnny!"

Well, that's the end of this chapter. Who's calling out to Johnny? What's Johnny's plan? Well, you'll find out the answer to at least one of those next chapter, so stay tuned.