Okay, My first EVER Fic on Fanfic Shores before it was closed down due to virus, was of one called Pokè-academy! It essentially goes through being sent to an academy for the last 4 years of school, I.E. Freshman year to Senior year, In the perspective of a young Feminine Eevee named Eva. From Freshman to Senior, this should hopefully be a great dating sim for all to enjoy.

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I'm actually kinda glad fanfic shores closed down, if you ever wished to ask me. I've wanted to get a good look into Fanfiction . Net, and I've ALSO wanted to revamp the story a bit. Along with that, fanfic shores people were kinda assholes. Yeah, On the forum, I have to admit, I was literally one of the only people who went on to come here. 1 or 2 went to WattPad, and literally everyone else just up and bailed the Fanfiction creation scene.

Though, I'm not surprised. Losing all of their work because of a virus. Luckily I kept mine on a flash drive.

Anyways, let's begin.

A small yawn of awakening broke out, and I began to stretch out my legs. As I finished with said stretching, I open my eyes to the rocky scene of the divisional I sat in, inside of the train, to make my way to my new school. Pokè-Academy.

Yeah, I'm surprised I even got in. The curriculum is supposed to be rather high for this school, and I just barely made the A-B Honor roll in 8th grade. I guess I'm a lucky one, huh?

The screech of P.A. blaring caused me to lower my ears. They're rather sensitive, and the last thing I would want is a ringing sound piercing through my ear drums for the next hour.

"ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS, NEXT STOP: POKÈ-ACADEMY. I REPEAT, NEXT STOP: POKÈ-ACADEMY"

Oh Arceus, That was louder than I would've hoped for.

*You learn that folding back your ears when the P.A. Blares in the train is relatively useless*

I hop off of the seat, and headbutt the bottom compartment, the little cubbies door opening, and allowing me to grab my stuff. I reach inside and bite down on the handle of my small purse.

I didn't bring much. Besides my Pokè-Ruck, and the money my mother and father gave me for my studies. I wouldn't be able to see them in a while, since I would be living in a dorm room on campus. I seriously hope I won't have to share a room.

*You discover your character is in association with the "Loner" trait*

Deciding to give my Pokè-Ruck a check up, I drop my bag and dig inside, managing to pick it up in between my 2 paws. I have to admit, It's hard as heck to work this thing.

/ A Pokè-Ruck is a small, portable device, in which Pokèmon use to communicate with one another from long distance locations \

I manage to turn it on on my own, and open up the message screen.

! 1 new message: Mom !

Mom: Hey honey. I hope your sure about doing this, cause right now there's no turning back whatsoever. Me and your father love and miss you already! Have a nice time.

I smile brightly.

*Mommy's girl*

The train slows to a stop, informing me that I don't have enough time to reply at the moment. I drop my Pokè-Ruck into my bag and pick the bag up once again. I smile as my divisional door opens, and I strut my way out of the train onto the platform. Many other students, probably almost 50, get off the train as well, though I am paid no mind.

While walking along the station, a Pokèmon that seems to be in a hurry rushes off of the train and bumps into me, causing us both to topple onto the ground as the train doors close.

"Ow!"

Me and the other state in hurt as I rub my head with my paw, which was of course the most harmed.

CHOICE 1:

COMPLAIN TO THE RUSHING POKÈMON

APOLOGIZE / TAKE IT TO BE YOUR FAULT

DO NOT SAY A WORD

Now, Do know, Each chapter won't be this short. I am one of those "start small, advance larger" kinda writers.

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