Disclaimer: same as on Chapter 2


"Glad you made it back, Kirk," Coach Barkley said, Kirk now wearing a black tank top, "Tommy, River, and Karim, come over here, I'd like to talk to you." The three freshmen obeyed, standing in a line in front of their new coach. "So here's the deal, you're my four recruits this year. Your spots on the team are guaranteed, but if something's changed since I met with each of you last, remember I can take away your scholarships as easy as I gave them to you... no pressure. Understood?" Barkley grinned smugly, then winked.

The three guys all said 'yes Coach', River nodded. "Good, now give the rest of the team a challenge during the next week, and shut up any people trying to walk-on. Oh, and this is River Hemingway. She prefers not to talk, but she sure can talk in the stadium, right River?" She nodded again, giving a small smile.

Over at the speed and endurance station, "Tyler what are you doing here? You're not a senior," said one of the 3 seniors with an average body build and lightly tanned skin said, his long wild black hair blowing in the wind, touching the base of his neck.

"Oh that's right, I'm team captain, and I practice with whoever, Harper" Tyler retorted, barely looking up into the 6'1 Harper's deep-set dark brown eyes. Harper had on fingerless gloves, skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and a shirt with its collar popped.

"You only make it a point to say it as often as possible," the third senior said, a girl with wavy, raven colored hair in a simple braid that goes down to the middle of her back, her dark blue and ice blue different-colored, slanted eyes staring at Tyler with her eyebrows raised.

"I'm just messing dude, chill," Harper laughed

"Tyler you practiced with the upperclassmen all last year too, remember?" Colin pointed out.

"Well yea, I-" Tyler was cut off by Coach Barkley's whistle blowing, saying for everyone to get going.

"Saved by the bell?" the girl joked, her pale 5'8 and athletic frame walking past Tyler. He glanced at her left shoulder, his face pulling back, seeing her twisted scars.

"Nyx always gives me the chills bro beans," Tyler said to Colin and Harper. Nyx, short for Nithranyx was wearing a teal shrug over a black tank top, dark gray tight-fitting pants, and knee-high boots.

"I saw that Kirk guy giving you a hard time earlier, you're seriously not going to let a freshman give you shit are you?" Harper asked.

"Ohhh no, Kirk doesn't know what I already have planned for him," Tyler gave an evil smirk as Coach Lesley walked over to their group.

"Alright seniors, you guys know the drill. We're going to start your Pokémon off with sprints, line them up!" Lesley exclaimed, holding her whistle up to her mouth waiting for their Pokémon to line up on the end line of the practice field. The four trainers didn't have to tell their Pokémon what to do, being accustomed to it after the years of it. As Lesley blew her whistle, their Pokémon ran, or flew, into action, pushing themselves to try to get faster, which was the goal of this part of practice. The Pokémon went to a certain spot designated each time by Coach Lesley and then back. They did several short sprints and a few longer/full field sprints with very short breaks in between.

Over at the agility and power station, Coach Sanders had the juniors and sophomores have their Pokémon weave in and out of pads on the ground and then attack a practice dummy at the end, or hoops in the air for the flying/levitating ones. After several repetitions of this, their Pokémon would go through appropriately sized agility ladders. And lastly, a few at a time would tackle and push against different-sized, heavy push sleds.

"So like, when I get in the zone man, ooo, I'm like a comet, an enigma, unstoppable. You know what I'm sayin'?" Kirk said to Tommy over on the sidelines where the rest of the freshmen and newbies were eagerly, and some anxiously, waiting for Coach Barkley to blow the whistle for the rotation.

"Yea, I feel that. Who's your Pokémon? I got Scyther, Houndour, and Croconaw," Tommy replied, gesturing behind him to his three.

"I ain't showin the goods til it's battle time," Kirk said, crossing his arms.

"Kirk, get your Pokémon out and ready, it's about time to rotate!" Barkley yelled from the side.

Kirk shrugged with a half-smile, "Ain't nothin', but a thang," letting out his three Pokémon. An Eevee, Charmeleon, and Larvitar appeared next to him.

"Nice! You got a Larvitar!?"

"Aw hell yeeah! Got him at-" right then Barkley blew his whistle, spinning his wrist in the air, signifying the rotation. The seniors and Tyler went to the agility and power station, the juniors and sophomores went to break, and the freshmen and newbies went to the speed and endurance.

Kirk, Tommy, Karim, and River all lined up next to each other, their respective Pokémon in front of them ready to go. Some of those trying to walk-on to the team were having trouble getting their Pokémon set, to which Barkley just shook his head.

"Alright newbies, if your Pokémon don't understand what I'm telling them to do then tell them yourselves. On my whistle, they need to sprint to the halfway line in the middle circle and back, ya got that?" Barkley told them, then shortly after blew his whistle loudly. The quicker Pokémon shot off first, a few trainers having to tell their Pokémon to run/fly. As the Pokémon neared the mid-line, a Golbat veered off to the side, going to attack River's Vibrava. Seeing the danger, River blew her hand-crafted whistle, telling her Pokémon to watch out. Her Vibrava dived down and did a barrel-roll, avoiding the Golbat.

"What the hell was that!? You call yourself a Pokémon trainer? You're embarrassing yourself son!" Coach Barkley yelled at the freshman whose Golbat went wild. All the Pokémon made it back safely. For the next sprint, Barkley told them to have their Pokémon run to the far end-line and back. After the whistle, as the Pokémon neared the half-way line, someone's Nuzleaf launched itself at Kirk's Charmeleon. Kirk just looked on with a smug smile as he watched the events unfold. His Charmeleon saw the Nuzleaf out of the corner of its eye and did a quick turn towards it, throwing a Mega Punch with its left arm. It smacked the Nuzleaf square in the chin, launching it upwards, and then flames burst from Charmeleon's mouth, torching Nuzleaf who fell to the ground.

As the Pokémon returned after the run Barkley yelled at the Nuzleaf's trainer for it going out of control and immediately sent him and the Golbat's trainer away. The rest of the sprints went smoothly. The Coaches huddled everyone up between the three fields, giving them and their Pokémon all a rest. "Ok, not bad for some of your first times. It will take some repetition for your Pokemon to get used to it but, we will be perfect. Now I'm sure most of you noticed the guy and girl who I sent away. For your pride's sake, make sure that doesn't happen to 'll be none of that at my practice! If any of you think your Pokémon won't act to your commands, you might as well leave now," Barkley said, annoyed.

After a short break, they repeated the circuit again, this time going well on all ends, and after they were given a bit longer of a break. "Hey Tyler, why do you the drills with your Pokémon?" a curious Tommy asked the young captain.

"Because, frosh, it helps me look good. You wouldn't want to walk into the trainer's box not looking stellar would you?" Tommy shook his head with a 'no', "Plus one day when I'm really famous and making a billion dollars I'll be in a magazine for best bod," Tyler said confidently with a smirk, nodding his head after.

"Oh please, like that will ever happen..." a very short and slim girl with narrowed blue eyes said from behind the two. She had her arms crossed over her white unzipped vest with a red and white bikini top underneath.

"You're just jealous Evan!" Tyler snapped back, turning around. She was also wearing jean shorts and white sandals.

"It's Eavan! And jealous of what? Your scream that sounds like a girl's?" she laughed to herself, while pulling her knee-length bright red hair up into a ponytail, putting two hair clips in it.

"It does not!" he yelled back, his voice rising up an octave.

"What's going on over here?" Megan asked, popping up from behind Eavan.

"Tyler was just talking about how he's going to be in a magazine," Tommy replied.

"Front cover!" Barry yelled, standing next to Tyler.

"Alright alright, listen up!" Barkley yelled, quieting everyone down as he introduced the next part of the practice. For this part the coaches had the group pair up based on their Pokémon's types. One with a type advantage would attack, not at full power, the other in attempts for the Pokémon to gain a bit more resistance to its weaknesses. This went by somewhat smoothly as well, only a few of the newbies' Pokémon getting KOed. The athletic trainer brought out a table with a bunch of grooves for Pokéballs, basically a portable PokéCenter. The trainers healed their Pokémon and awaited the Barkley's next directions.

"Great job so far. The circuit and that last drill we did will always be the first half of practice. The second half we will do a couple different things. Either work on your Pokémon's awareness, dodging, a live scrimmage, or attack power. Today we're going to do awareness and dodging," Barkley stated.


"Repetition. Repetition is a key to success. As your Pokémon do what we've done today, they'll begin to grow much stronger. Soon, some of them will laugh at their weaknesses. A few years back I accidentally got a screw driver stuck in my eye. I just pulled that sucker right out and didn't even go to the hospital. No damage. That's what it'll be like when those pussies go up against us. Great practice today. Same time tomorrow," and with that Coach Barkley and his two assistants began walking away.

"Alright ladies bring it in," Tyler said to his team, everyone huddling up around him. He raised his arm in the air, everyone following suit, "Hurricanes on three. One, two, three!" and with that the team chanted 'Hurricanes', the school's mascot.

"Oh, and one last thing," Coach Sanders said, turning back. "There'll be a piece of paper posted in the Campus Center with the cuts from today's tryout in about an hour."

"Say goodbye, freshmen," Harper said smugly, seeing the nervous faces.


AN: So day one is finally done! Next chapter will pick up right where this one left off. So far this was my longest update of 6 or 7 days xD I had 3 tests this last week so... Except the the next update soon again :)
And again, your guys' reviews. They are immaculate. I luv dem

OC's: Alrighty, only TWO more OC's to meet, both of which will be next chapter! This chapter featured Eavan Abraham by MadameCalypso, Harper Carrigan by Goddess of Mischief94, and Nithranyx Stark by Ride of the Valkyries