I do not own Pokémon.
But I do own Vincent, and all the other characters that doesn't appear in
the game or TV show
If you want to use Vincent or any of the other characters, you have got to
have my permission
A Grey life
Chapter 2: The Unexpected
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
The sun awoke and started to light up the whole world. The light searched its way in through the window on the second floor and opened the eyes of a young man.
(Aaah, man, morning already?)
He sat up in his bed and opened the closet door. The sight he saw made him feel dizzy and he had to sit back down. All his clothes were gone and in their place were a lot of new ones. All the same.
The same black shorts The same T-shirt And the same gloves
He looked around him and noticed his room to be different. It was clean, nothing was on the floor except for the clothes he had put there the night before. His desk had a computer on it and everything was rearranged.
(Couldn't Mom at least have told me that she threw away my clothes? Sure, they were old but I really liked some of them. And shouldn't she ask me before moving around the things in my room?) As any normal fifteen-year-old boy, I was hungry and the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs was really inviting.
I walked to the bathroom, which is right next to my bedroom, and splashed my face with cold water to wake up. Then I walked downstairs to get some breakfast.
"Good morning, Vincent. Did you sleep well?" Mom said looking like she had been up for hours and had the time to freshen up.
"Fine, I guess. But Mom, why didn't you tell me that you were going to rearrange my room? And what did you do to all my clothes?" I sat down at the table
"What? I haven't even been up to your room since the day before yesterday."
"Sooo. You're saying you haven't done anything to my clothes or my furniture?"
"That's right"
(What the hell is going on?)
"Vincent, I'm starting to worry about you. First, you start on about me having a boyfriend. And now, you talk about me doing something to your room? I haven't done anything. It's always been like that."
(Then why do I remember differently?)
"Now eat your breakfast, you need a lot of energy for the day and the first meal is the most important one, remember that!" She sat a large plate of warm, golden brown pancakes in front of me.
(This. is not right. Nothing is right! I have more than one kind of clothes! My room looks different! Mom has a boyfriend! She has never, ever made breakfast for me!)
"Your suitcase is at the door, Vincent."
(I live in the city, not in the country! And.) "What?" I looked up on my mom as she broke my line of thought.
"I said that your suitcase is at the door. The bus comes in ten minutes, you know."
"What bus?"
"Don't be stupid, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" She threw a brochure down at the table beside me with a big smile.
I picked up the brochure and only had to read the first words.
(As I said. things aren't right. There are no such things as Pokémon where I come from.)
The headline was spelled with big, red letters and read: The Pokémon Academy - The future trainers, today.
I showed the front to my mom "This. is where I'm going?"
"Of course it is! Oh Vincent, you've worked so hard for this and now finally, your dream has come true! But I always knew that you would get the grades needed to enter the Academy. I'm so proud of you!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me as hard as she could.
A loud horn was heard and through the kitchen window, we saw a large, yellow bus stand outside our house.
"That's your bus, Vincent. My baby is all grown up." She dried a tear and scooted me towards the door. She handed me a large, black suitcase and a backpack seemingly packed to the brim.
"Don't forget to call me. Or I will hunt you down!" She smiled and hugged me again.
I was practically thrown out the door and gave my suitcase to the fat man, who appeared to be the bus driver.
"Vincent Grey?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm Vincent Grey."
"Get on."
(Is it a rule that all bus drivers has to be in a bad mood? Ah, never mind. It's his problem. Why should I care?)
I had expected the bus to be filled with loud, immature teens, throwing paper planes and paper balls at each other. But the sight was to my liking. The bus was almost filled, yes, but not with the type of teens I had expected. Everyone was looking either at me for a short second and then out the window again. Everybody behaved like they didn't want to be sharing their seat with someone they didn't know except some who seemed to know each other. They looked almost as clueless as I felt.
I sat down at an empty seat and threw the backpack under my seat. Everything was happening so fast! Nothing made sense anymore. Things weren't like they should be.
(Especially this.) I pulled out the brochure Mom had given me earlier and began reading it, trying to figure out where I was going.
Turning the front page, faded pictures from the Academy appeared as background for the text.
_______________________________
The Pokémon Academy is a school that only accepts students that have proved during the nine years of elementary school that they have what it takes both mentally and physically. If the final grades are up to the standards of the Academy, the student can send in an application to the school.
The school will teach the students everything needed to know about surviving on their own, about Pokémon and how to train them. During the two month long course, the students themselves will have several gym classes a week for the shape maybe needed during their time as a Trainer.
Every student will receive a Pokémon and a Pokédex from the Academy.
_______________________________
After having read the introduction on the brochure, I wasn't sure what to think. It was really hard to believe but I could hear other people talking about the Academy and what it would be like.
One thing was for sure. I wasn't at home anymore.
(Guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. This Academy sounds interesting enough.)
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The bus made it's way through the landscape as many of the people on the bus kept on talking to each other. Vincent even heard someone talk about him but he didn't really care. They could talk about him all they wanted, he didn't like them anyway. Instead, they could go back to chatting about whatever thing they had before. In his eyes, they were just another face, not potential girlfriends or even friends. He was fine alone. Always had been.
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When we arrived at the Pokémon Academy at noon, we, and three other buses with people, were instantly lead to a great auditorium. On the stage stood a man with jeans and a white shirt tucked into his pants, revealing six Pokéballs.
"Welcome. I am Johnny Lindow. I am the headmaster and a teacher at this Academy. In the following months, you will be trained to become a Pokémon trainer. A trainer who can look after himself and use nature's resources, a trainer who is skilled in the art of battling Pokémon and to take care of them."
"Welcome, to the Pokémon Academy"
After Johnny's speech, we got divided into four classes, A, B, C and D. I ended up in B. Me and the other students in class B followed Johnny out through the school and to the dormitories.
"These are the dorms of class B, your class. I want you all to come inside and take a look at your homes for the following months and so that we can go through the rules."
Johnny walked into the building with all of us following him. I had estimated us to be about twenty people in every class, and us twenty were going to live together?! My deepest fear was if the dorms were for two people. Then Johnny, would say: "Now I want you to divide into pairs of two." I could see in front of me the picture of me standing alone without someone to share rooms with.
I shook the thought out of my mind and followed everyone else into what seemed like a living room. The room had sofas and chairs in black leather and in the middle of the room, there were two large tables next to a fireplace in the wall. I sat down in a comfy chair and watched Johnny talk.
"Everyone, this is the living room of your dorms. You are free to come here and read or do whatever it is you want. This is also the place we will meet every morning at eight to go over the day's activities." Johnny said with a serious look on his face.
One of the girls raised her hand in the air.
"Yes, tell us your name and your question." Johnny said as he looked at the girl.
"My name is Anna Trefan. I wanna know what you mean by "Every day". Aren't we supposed to have the weekend off?" She asked with shyness in her voice.
"Since it is such a short course and you all are top students, we are going to have lessons every day. Both theoretical and practical." Johnny answered
"The rules for these dorms are as follows:" He read off a piece of paper
"No alcoholic beverages are allowed No one is permitted outside the dorms after eleven pm The guys stay on their side of the dorms and the girls on theirs after eleven pm No playing of music without headphones after ten pm The one who leaves the living room last, puts out the fire."
"I think that was all, if anyone has any further questions, don't be afraid to ask." A smile covered his lips.
"The dorms are all separate. We believe that every person needs his own personal space. We have sorted you by your last name so that we can know who lives where and so on."
He started going through the list of people and telling them which room was theirs, starting with the guys.
"Nr 4: Vincent Grey" Johnny pointed at a door with the number 15 in shiny brass on it.
"Before you all get inside, just one more thing." Johnny said holding his finger up in the air.
"Feel like home, and be prepared for the best month of school you've ever had." Johhny said as he smiled.
(Feel like home. Not likely. But I think Johnny may be right on one point. This might be the best time in school I've ever had. That's up for time to decide. Now, it's time to sleep.)
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."
That's chapter two for your reading pleasure (hopefully.) Please, don't forget to review my fics. I need the encouragement to continue writing!! Thank you for reading. / Yorun
A Grey life
Chapter 2: The Unexpected
You should know these things before reading my story
" " people speaking
( ) a person's thoughts
The sun awoke and started to light up the whole world. The light searched its way in through the window on the second floor and opened the eyes of a young man.
(Aaah, man, morning already?)
He sat up in his bed and opened the closet door. The sight he saw made him feel dizzy and he had to sit back down. All his clothes were gone and in their place were a lot of new ones. All the same.
The same black shorts The same T-shirt And the same gloves
He looked around him and noticed his room to be different. It was clean, nothing was on the floor except for the clothes he had put there the night before. His desk had a computer on it and everything was rearranged.
(Couldn't Mom at least have told me that she threw away my clothes? Sure, they were old but I really liked some of them. And shouldn't she ask me before moving around the things in my room?) As any normal fifteen-year-old boy, I was hungry and the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs was really inviting.
I walked to the bathroom, which is right next to my bedroom, and splashed my face with cold water to wake up. Then I walked downstairs to get some breakfast.
"Good morning, Vincent. Did you sleep well?" Mom said looking like she had been up for hours and had the time to freshen up.
"Fine, I guess. But Mom, why didn't you tell me that you were going to rearrange my room? And what did you do to all my clothes?" I sat down at the table
"What? I haven't even been up to your room since the day before yesterday."
"Sooo. You're saying you haven't done anything to my clothes or my furniture?"
"That's right"
(What the hell is going on?)
"Vincent, I'm starting to worry about you. First, you start on about me having a boyfriend. And now, you talk about me doing something to your room? I haven't done anything. It's always been like that."
(Then why do I remember differently?)
"Now eat your breakfast, you need a lot of energy for the day and the first meal is the most important one, remember that!" She sat a large plate of warm, golden brown pancakes in front of me.
(This. is not right. Nothing is right! I have more than one kind of clothes! My room looks different! Mom has a boyfriend! She has never, ever made breakfast for me!)
"Your suitcase is at the door, Vincent."
(I live in the city, not in the country! And.) "What?" I looked up on my mom as she broke my line of thought.
"I said that your suitcase is at the door. The bus comes in ten minutes, you know."
"What bus?"
"Don't be stupid, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" She threw a brochure down at the table beside me with a big smile.
I picked up the brochure and only had to read the first words.
(As I said. things aren't right. There are no such things as Pokémon where I come from.)
The headline was spelled with big, red letters and read: The Pokémon Academy - The future trainers, today.
I showed the front to my mom "This. is where I'm going?"
"Of course it is! Oh Vincent, you've worked so hard for this and now finally, your dream has come true! But I always knew that you would get the grades needed to enter the Academy. I'm so proud of you!" She threw her arms around me and hugged me as hard as she could.
A loud horn was heard and through the kitchen window, we saw a large, yellow bus stand outside our house.
"That's your bus, Vincent. My baby is all grown up." She dried a tear and scooted me towards the door. She handed me a large, black suitcase and a backpack seemingly packed to the brim.
"Don't forget to call me. Or I will hunt you down!" She smiled and hugged me again.
I was practically thrown out the door and gave my suitcase to the fat man, who appeared to be the bus driver.
"Vincent Grey?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm Vincent Grey."
"Get on."
(Is it a rule that all bus drivers has to be in a bad mood? Ah, never mind. It's his problem. Why should I care?)
I had expected the bus to be filled with loud, immature teens, throwing paper planes and paper balls at each other. But the sight was to my liking. The bus was almost filled, yes, but not with the type of teens I had expected. Everyone was looking either at me for a short second and then out the window again. Everybody behaved like they didn't want to be sharing their seat with someone they didn't know except some who seemed to know each other. They looked almost as clueless as I felt.
I sat down at an empty seat and threw the backpack under my seat. Everything was happening so fast! Nothing made sense anymore. Things weren't like they should be.
(Especially this.) I pulled out the brochure Mom had given me earlier and began reading it, trying to figure out where I was going.
Turning the front page, faded pictures from the Academy appeared as background for the text.
_______________________________
The Pokémon Academy is a school that only accepts students that have proved during the nine years of elementary school that they have what it takes both mentally and physically. If the final grades are up to the standards of the Academy, the student can send in an application to the school.
The school will teach the students everything needed to know about surviving on their own, about Pokémon and how to train them. During the two month long course, the students themselves will have several gym classes a week for the shape maybe needed during their time as a Trainer.
Every student will receive a Pokémon and a Pokédex from the Academy.
_______________________________
After having read the introduction on the brochure, I wasn't sure what to think. It was really hard to believe but I could hear other people talking about the Academy and what it would be like.
One thing was for sure. I wasn't at home anymore.
(Guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. This Academy sounds interesting enough.)
¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤- ¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤
The bus made it's way through the landscape as many of the people on the bus kept on talking to each other. Vincent even heard someone talk about him but he didn't really care. They could talk about him all they wanted, he didn't like them anyway. Instead, they could go back to chatting about whatever thing they had before. In his eyes, they were just another face, not potential girlfriends or even friends. He was fine alone. Always had been.
¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤- ¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤-¤
When we arrived at the Pokémon Academy at noon, we, and three other buses with people, were instantly lead to a great auditorium. On the stage stood a man with jeans and a white shirt tucked into his pants, revealing six Pokéballs.
"Welcome. I am Johnny Lindow. I am the headmaster and a teacher at this Academy. In the following months, you will be trained to become a Pokémon trainer. A trainer who can look after himself and use nature's resources, a trainer who is skilled in the art of battling Pokémon and to take care of them."
"Welcome, to the Pokémon Academy"
After Johnny's speech, we got divided into four classes, A, B, C and D. I ended up in B. Me and the other students in class B followed Johnny out through the school and to the dormitories.
"These are the dorms of class B, your class. I want you all to come inside and take a look at your homes for the following months and so that we can go through the rules."
Johnny walked into the building with all of us following him. I had estimated us to be about twenty people in every class, and us twenty were going to live together?! My deepest fear was if the dorms were for two people. Then Johnny, would say: "Now I want you to divide into pairs of two." I could see in front of me the picture of me standing alone without someone to share rooms with.
I shook the thought out of my mind and followed everyone else into what seemed like a living room. The room had sofas and chairs in black leather and in the middle of the room, there were two large tables next to a fireplace in the wall. I sat down in a comfy chair and watched Johnny talk.
"Everyone, this is the living room of your dorms. You are free to come here and read or do whatever it is you want. This is also the place we will meet every morning at eight to go over the day's activities." Johnny said with a serious look on his face.
One of the girls raised her hand in the air.
"Yes, tell us your name and your question." Johnny said as he looked at the girl.
"My name is Anna Trefan. I wanna know what you mean by "Every day". Aren't we supposed to have the weekend off?" She asked with shyness in her voice.
"Since it is such a short course and you all are top students, we are going to have lessons every day. Both theoretical and practical." Johnny answered
"The rules for these dorms are as follows:" He read off a piece of paper
"No alcoholic beverages are allowed No one is permitted outside the dorms after eleven pm The guys stay on their side of the dorms and the girls on theirs after eleven pm No playing of music without headphones after ten pm The one who leaves the living room last, puts out the fire."
"I think that was all, if anyone has any further questions, don't be afraid to ask." A smile covered his lips.
"The dorms are all separate. We believe that every person needs his own personal space. We have sorted you by your last name so that we can know who lives where and so on."
He started going through the list of people and telling them which room was theirs, starting with the guys.
"Nr 4: Vincent Grey" Johnny pointed at a door with the number 15 in shiny brass on it.
"Before you all get inside, just one more thing." Johnny said holding his finger up in the air.
"Feel like home, and be prepared for the best month of school you've ever had." Johhny said as he smiled.
(Feel like home. Not likely. But I think Johnny may be right on one point. This might be the best time in school I've ever had. That's up for time to decide. Now, it's time to sleep.)
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto."
That's chapter two for your reading pleasure (hopefully.) Please, don't forget to review my fics. I need the encouragement to continue writing!! Thank you for reading. / Yorun