When a pokemon speaks, it will use italics, which look like this.

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1.

"MOTHER OF MASTERBALLS, I'M SO LATE!"

A young brunette was scurrying around her room, throwing herself around her small room in order to get ready for school. She practically fell into her purple and ice blue chequred skirt, hitting her head on her dresser. After seeing small duckies for a few seconds, Lyra HeartGold snapped out of her confusion and threw on her white shirt.

Uniforms at Mirage were not as strict as one might think. Boys wore black pants with a white shirt and purple/ice blue tie. Those were the only things required, seeing as the headmistress was all for accessorizing.

Lyra messily tied up the purple/white bow around her neck before carefully styling he hair into its usual twin tails. As she finished brushing her hair and went to put her shoes on, a pokeball from her bedside table opened up, and out popped Lyra's pokemon, a Chikorita.

"Oh, morning Chi," Lyra called over her shoulder as she spotted the small green pokemon sitting on her bed. The pokemon looked over at the clock on the girl's bedside table and muttered something.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I know already!" Lyra yelled as she pulled up her knee high socks.

Once Lyra finished getting dressed, she scanned herself in the mirror: She was following the dress code, with the only accessories being her knee high socks and gold bracelet on her left arm. This bracelet was given to her by her mother once she had been accepted into Mirage.

"Great," she said, grabbing her bag and placing her white hat on her head. Chikorita nudged the pokeball on the table, and Lyra picked it up in her spare hand.

"Alright, get in, but hurry!"

Chikorita returned into its pokeball, and Lyra bolted out the door whilst placing the capsule in her yellow bag.

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"No, no, no, no, NO! I will not start school late, I won't do it!" Lyra panted to herself as she ran through the streets of the city, passing many different shops and buildings.

Hearthome was famous for its contest hall and gym. Afterall, the head mistress isa gym leader and coordinator, after all.

Of course, as a first-year student, Lyra didn't really know what she wanted to specialize in at Mirage. Her Chikorita was quite sturdy, so he could survive battling, but Lyra was still rather young, being only 13, so she didn't know much about battling. Her mother was never into pokemon, and her father was an archaeologist working in mt. silver, so she never got to talk to him about pokemon.

"Come on! Aren't these meant to be running shoes?!" Lyra yelled at herself as she sprinted down the road, trying not to hit anyone along the way.

Suddenly, Chikorita popped out of his pokeball and ran along side her, chirping at her to try and make her understand.
"Lyra! This is ridiculous!"

"Chi, you aren't helping!" Lyra said, then yelped as she skidded to a halt at a red light. Chikorita couldn't stop in time, so he ended up skidding for a bit, but Lyra caught him just in time, so he didn't end up meeting his death from a pokemon ranger van. That would have been a very ironic death, indeed.

"That was close," Lyra panted, running a hand down Chikorita' back. The small grass pokemon let out a sigh of relief as Lyra placed him in her bag.

"Thanks, Lyra."

"Come on, now we're super late," Lyra charged across the road, down the street, and made a sharp right. This was Insight Lane, with its only purpose being the road to Mirage's main entrance.

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The school was a combination of an old chateau and a crystal building. The walls were composed of stone, and the towers on each corner looked like icicles.

Lyra skidded to a halt as she entered the main courtyard, being a miniature forest with a small fountain in the centre. Chikorita jumped out of the bag and walked over to a tree, plonking down at the base.

"What? Chi! We're going to be late!" Lyra called, angst in her voice, but Chikorita did not budge. Lyra frowned, getting cross.

"Woman, who taught you how to read a clock?"

"Look at the time!" Lyra snapped, pulling out her pokegear and flicking it open.

"Look! It's 8:30! We're half an hour la-"

"It'll hit in 3...2...1..."

The young girl froze, and stared at the clock.

"…8:30?...8?!"

"Told you so," Chikorita muttered as he sprawled out on the grass. Lyra became confused, then hurt herself by smacking her forehead.

"I'M HALF AN HOUR EARLY!" She wailed as Chikorita rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

"Oh boy."