Blaze had been going to this same pokeschool for 2 years, and now, he was starting his third and final year. ^I hope some of my friends are in my classes^ he tought as he walked to his first class of skills devolpment. Since he had missed home room, he went straight to his favorite teacher, Ms. Lock.
"Good morning, Blaze. It's nice to see my favorite quilava." She made a wide smile at him as he smiled back at her.
"Morning, Ms. Lock." He took a TM, just like the last two years, and learned a new move. He closed his eyes as he saw himself turning into a wheel of fire and hitting an opponent. The TM snapped, and he sat in the desk. The other students walked in. He saw his friend, Kelly the sunflora. He walked over to her.
"Hi, Blaze," she said in her usual, cheery voice.
"Hi, Kelly. How have you been? I haven't seen you in forever." He lowered his flame heat before he hugged her green stem for a body. The late bell rang as they both went to their seats. Ms. Lock talked about the moves a suicune like her could learn until the bell rang for the third time that day. He went to a room he had never been to before, room 908. This was the subject of Famous Pokemon. He calmly walked to the class. As he walked, something caught his eye. He turned and saw a beautiful pokemon he had never seen before. It had cute curls on the top of its head and many tails. He stood in awe as the pokemon walked away.
He stumbled to his classroom and took a seat. He looked at the teacher. He saw her blue bow against her orange skin.
"Hello, I'm Blaze." He looked at her name plate on her desk. "You must be Mrs. Lox."
"It's nice to meet you Blaze. And you are correct, I am Mrs. Lox." She smiled as many more students entered the class room, most being his friends from previous years. They all had group conversations before the bell rang again. As soon as it did, she began to speak of a story.
"Legend has it, that two fire pokemon will be in love and have power to destroy or save the world." She look directly at Blaze and smiled at him.
He looked around, and he realiesed that he was the only fire pokemon in the class. He sank in his seat. The bell rang loudly again. All the smaller pokemon left the room, and he followed along to go to his next class. Battle training had always been his favorite class, even if had only been in a real fight once. He strolled in as he saw the pokemon from earlier with the curls on is head. As he moved closer, he noticed it was a girl. Blade picked her up. ^Oh shit^ and he backed away. Blade had beat him up on the first day he had ever been there at school. He wasn't about to walk into that mess. He went to go with his friends in another part of the room.
"Blade, no inappopriate touching in class," the Coach yelled. Blade set down the cute pokemon and replied to him his apology. Blaze conversed with his friend and glaced at the pokemon next to Blade every once in a while. Just then the bell rang.
"I am your coach for this year and don't you forget it. You "cadettes" will call me Coach and nothing more. Are we clear?" he raised his voice.
Mumbles came from the small pokemon before him.
"Are we CLEAR?" he raised his voice at us.
"Crystal, sir," Blade piped up. Other pokemon followed his example. Blaze mouthed the words but didn't copy his enemy
"You can talk until the bell rings." Coach waddled awkwardly into his office, and that's just what they did.
Blaze kept dozing off, and Blade would glare at him for staring at the cute pokemon. He talked to his group about everyones' summer. When the bell rang, he tried to get closer to the pokemon, but other pokemon blocked him from her. ^Cock-block^ he thought as he went to his final class of the day.
It was in room 1012, evolutionary paths with Mr. Ting. He was the only teacher from a different forest. He walked in, and noticed a meditating alakazam ^That must be him.^ He found a desk with a slip of paper labeled BLAZE, QUILAVA. Other pokemon came in and sat down at their own desks with the paper that contained their name and speicies. He sat in the seat as he burned the paper to ashes. The bell rang again. The teacher talked all class about things most pokemon already knew. As the bell rang for the last time that day, Blaze rushed out the door with a quick attack. He stopped as he forgot where he was suppose to go. He went down the left hall and went outside. He began racing home.
He arrived home just as his mother, a delcatty, walked in the door.
"You win again, Blaze." She laugh as he went up to his room. He had constructed it out of rocks so he wouldnt burn it down. He heard his typhlosion father come home, talking with his sister, Haily the skitty. He didn't want to deal with them. He past out on his bed made out of mareep wool, and he had many dreams.