This was it, my first day of school in my new life.
I walked silently into the building, careful not to cause much of a fuss, well, as little of a fuss as a real life Pokemon in New York could create. I walked towards my first class, Chemistry, surprised to see the hallways look almost dead.
When I entered the class, I was promptly greeted by silence and stunned stares.
However, someone broke that silence. "OH MY GOD!" One boy yelled out. "A REAL, IN THE FLESH, PIKACHU IS IN OUR CLASS!"
A group of a few boys and girls then picked me up. "Aww," one girl said. "He's so CUUUUTE!". They started poking and prodding me, feeling my ears, tail, and furry back. "And you're so soft!" the very loud boy stated. "THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!" he bellowed. Looking in the back of the room I saw more people who had transformed, one was a Fennekin, another an Eevee, a Charmeleon, and a Jangomo-o, who seemed kinda jealous at the attention I was recieving.
"Everyone, keep it down" my teacher stated. "I know that this situation is quite interesting and all, but we need to get on with this lesson, we have an important test on Molar Mass coming up and we need to prepare." "Here's a 100 question work packet, I expect it to be completed shortly." Groans ensued. But before I got the packet the teacher walked up to me.
"Your parents told me about your situation, and the school has provided us with a smaller desk for people with your... condition". "Hold on one moment". He went outside briefly, before returning with a comically small desk which probably wouldn't even fit a kindergarten student. "Here you go, I think this will suit you much better"
My ears drooped when I realized how ridiculous the desk would make me look but I got in it anyway. I managed to do the lesson relatively well, though I heard some snickering in the background.
After that, it was on to Health, same song, different verse. Goes into class, gets small desk, people think i'm cute and stuff, including the teacher who is a big Pokemon fan. However English was different, most people's attention wasn't focused on me, they seemed to be more focused on classmate Michael, who turned into a Togedemaru and was the center of attention for HIS cuteness. Then, it was off to lunch. I tried to find my friends Mark and Alex, I walked over to my regular table, and instead of them I saw a Glaceon and a Litten. Man, is EVERYONE ending up cute? I feel sorry if anyone turned into a Magmar or Bruxish or something...
I walked up to them, jumping on to the chair. We chatted about what we normally talk about, as well as how it was going. I was relieved to hear they were doing very well, in fact they thought being real life Pokemon was super-cool. I ate my lunch faster than normal due to my sharper teeth. Near the end of lunch I was called down to my guidance counselor, probably to check on how I was doing. I walked down to the guidance office, where my counselor greeted me with a smile.
"Good morning!" she said enthusiastically. "How do you feel?"
"Pretty good, but getting used to the size of everything is hard." I responded.
"Yeah, it must be pretty hard due to your small size." She replied.
"My teachers and classmates are all very understanding of the situation, i've even been getting extra attention from people due to my cuteness!"
"Well, that's unsurprising." "Do you have anything else to add?" the counselor questioned.
"Well, this whole thing still feels like a dream. I mean, i'm a Pikachu, something that shouldn't even exist!" I stated.
"I understand how that feels. When I heard on the news of people turning into Pokemon, I was sure it was just a hoax!" She replied. "Anyway, not much else to state, just wanted to check on how you were doing. You can head off to your next class now."
"Okay, goodbye!" and then I walked out.
The rest of the day had Italian class, which had a very embarrassing moment where I invoulentarily let out a "chaa!" squeak during the typical attention over my cuteness, Orchestra, where I was excused from playing the violin, which I normally do, since I was way too small, Music Theory, where we, in "celebration" of the recent events marathoned all the Pokemon Theme Songs and discussed the musical motifs and stuff, AP World History, where I noticed one student had turned into an Electrode (Man I wonder how THAT felt), and closed out the day with Algebra class, where the teacher had turned into a Grovyle, and was the center of attention because he looked cool. In every class at least a few people had transformed into Pokemon, this made me feel happy because we were all in this together.
I took the bus home, where my two Chu brothers were there, we chatted about our day and it seemed they were happy. As the bus pulled up I was feeling very satisfield over the day. Everyone was so supportive, understanding, and kind about the whole situation and it made me super-glad. However, when we got home, we got a big surprise!