Episode 1

Green stood at the front of the double doors, unsure of how to make his, "First Day Of School Entrance," this year. It certainly had to be extravagant, and attention capturing.

"Come on, already, Green we don't have all day," Yellow whined from behind Red and Silver.

"It's got to have feeling in it," Daisy, Green's older sister, teased. She had graduated three years ago and always "encouraged" Green to make these superfluous, grand entrances.

Green's head snapped up, and his fingers struck together, making a *click* sound.

"Aha! I know just what to do!" With exaggerated flair, he pushed through the doors, took one great step after another, turned as if he were on a catwalk, and bowed deeply, grinning like the charmer he is.

Everyone was still waiting for the words.

"Welcome to Pokemon High, everybody!" Green's voice echoed in the empty hallways, resting on the cheering crowd's of students ears. He spun, showing the attire they had to wear. The school uniform never looked as graceful as it did on every First Day of School on him. Hearts of females and some males fluttered with adoration and several jealous guys rolled their eyes.

Red, among the group, silently cheered on his best friend and rival. Since Pokemon battle was prohibited on this private boarding school, the fretting and fighting had to wait. Red didn't mind too much.

The Precious Jewel Cheerleaders flicked their ponytails in sync, and proceded to sway thier almost non existant hips as they strolled toward the double doors.

The Three Stooges were amongst the crowd, picking on me and my friends.

Oh, I haven't introduced myself have I?

I am Samantha, and the friends they were aggravating were: Rosetta, Millenda, and Adele, and we all happen to be Juniors. We're just a normal and virtually unworthy group of future Pokemon Trainers, and I would be the Pokemon Extravagant, the Contest Connesiur, the works. Rosetta was my pixie-haired pal who had her partner, Ninetales, or "Ultha". Millenda was my fiery friend who happened to have a Pikachu named, "Pik-a-chu", and Adele had an Eevee. I had my Prinplup who I named, "Kazuki."

Should I explain all of the higher-ups Pokemon? Fine.

Green has an Umbreon, Red keeps his Pikachu, Yellow has her Bulbasaur, Platinum has her Empoleon, Pearl keeps a Grotle, and Diamond's partner is a Chimchar. Sapphire has a Mudkip, Ruby keeps a Torchic, and Emerald has his Sceptile. Gold has a Totodile, Silver has his Bayleef, and Crystal keeps a Cyndaquil. White has a Tepig, and N currently has a Zorua, Black has a Dewott.

I don't necessarily feel like explaining what Pokemon the teachers have, and I don't think I ever will.

Already, I can see the cliques forming up, reminiscing about their wonderful summer vacations, gushing about the "new" cute guy who has a rich father. N definately looks like he could fit in as easily as water in a jug.

And, there's the swooning over Green's Grand Opening. Everybody loves that guy. Of course, he's the Grandson of Professor Oak, and EVERYBODY knows Prof. Oak. The principal, Alder, always mentions him in each speech he decides to put upon us.

Being picked on by fellow classmates is what I expect this year, and I surely know it isn't going to be good.

Time to go to class, and it's Art with Erika today.

Green sat at the back, doodling on his paper, daydreaming about far off adventures with his Pokemon, and Sabrina. He missed her. He couldn't help but think about her every minute he had an excuse to think about guy stuff.

Red flicked an eraser at the side of Green to rattle him out of his stupor. The guy should really forget about the summer rendevous he had with the TA. Nothing good came out of it, and nothing ever will. Lectures.

Yellow played with the ends on her blonde hair, pretending to listen to Clay talk about the fossils of Pokemon and how the earth came to be. Another senior, named Jack, was next to Yellow, staring at the poster of an Ampharos crying out with victory, and holding the Trophy Cup, its trainer jovially jumping and captured in the air.

PPD (the Precious Jewels) were leisurely taking notes on their mathematics class with Prycen droning about how a geometric shape is different to an irregular polygon.

The Stooges sat behind me, flicking bits of paper at Adele, causing her not to concentrate on Erika's demonstration of positioning flowers correctly and traditionally. N was engaged in the lesson and attempted to mimic how her hands were placed and folded.

Black was busy flirting with a guy named Hank, who was a tall, bulky, soft-spoken poetry lover. He was busy acting flattered. White was actively trying to take notes on Valkner's Science lesson.

I believe that Millenda and Rosetta were skipping class, both striving to better their battling techniques somewhere behind the schoolgrounds.

Already it looks like the year is going to be the same.

The dorms are no different. The gang and I managed to snag a room together, and happily. The unfortunate thing, is we also got roomed in with a... a b!tch. The tormenting soul was embodied in Bertha, a tall, leggy slut with blonde hair who kept a Skitty around her for the sake of it having the color pink, alike to the color of her many accessories.

My phone rings, and it's Mom.

"Hey baby, how's your day so far?" her sweet, caring voice spills into my ear and I grin automatically.

"It's just as fine as a Froslass," my old saying pouring out of my mouth as usual.

"That's great! It should be, honey, remember, be good on your school work! I'll send snacks and some of the things you forgot to pack!" Her bubbly voice always reassured me and made me feel much better.

"Thanks, ma. Love you! I've got homework on the first day!" I whined.

"Darling, back in the 'day,' I got homework from all of my classes, so you don't have a need to complain, since you've got one more year after this to worry about college, Love you too! Bye bye my sweet baby."

I chuckled as I heard the *click!* sound my phone makes when I or someone on the other end hangs up.

Time to unpack some more.

Nighttime! Such a great time to get ready before Lights Out. In my Piplup pajamas and hair in a towel, I fervently brushed my teeth and temporarily fixed my bed, which was on bottom bunk against the wall, a hidden outlet near it to charge up my PokePhone. Millenda was excidedly squealing as her Pikachu tickled her and played. Rosetta was reading a science fiction novel about the mysterious Deoxys. Adele was dazedly watching a Poketube video on her large laptop.

The sky darkened with a red, violet, and navy blue twist of combonations, then eventually faded into a obsidian black flecked with stars. Making sure the caretakers checked the room and returned to their stations, I pulled out my phone and picked a song. Poke Flutoon.

Rosetta simply flicked on her booklight and continued to read. Millenda ceased giggling and began to snooze. Adele was occupied with her own phone, looking at pictures of her interests.

Goodnight.

Episode 2

It's been a normal week, with the exception of the new hot couple, Bertha and Green.

Bertha was in her Skittyz hot pink tank top that 'accentuated' her chest and barely fit in her pearl colored mini skirt when she began to flirt with Green in their French class. I guess Green took the bait, not so surprising, with his taste in tasteless women.

Anyways, my classes seem good and fun.

A teen named Trent introduced himself as a German exchange student, and he seems so cool. He has a good sense of English, and speaks it well, with that accent of his. He asked me to tour him on the campus and I obliged.

I showed him the Math Hall, the Science Wing, the two courts in which are health and PE classes take place, the Cafeteria, the Nurse Wing, the Art Hall, the Flight Simulator, and the Karate Cage.

I introduced him to my gals and they accepted him in, gaily joining him in our table converastions during lunch, and gleefully welcomed the idea to meet later.

My Houndoom sweatshirt and blue jeans kept me warm from the August air here.

I bumped into Red while walking to my PE class. He apologized and politely inquired to help me pick up the mess we made. As we gathered my belongings, I noticed that he was wearing Green's necklace.

"Is that-"

"Uh, yeah, he doesn't like wearing it during PE so he lets me hold it for him during that class."

"He has PE right now?"

"Yeah, is that where you're headed?"

"Um, yeah."

"Good luck, he might distract the heck outta you guys, well, good luck!" Oh my Arceus. I got Red to speak more than one word. The shock momentarily made me forget that I have a class with Green.

When I was dressed in my gym clothes, I suddenly remembered and wondered why I've never seen him this past week, and surely I'd know if he was. Was he skipping Gym class on purpose?

Yep, Red was correct, Green DOES share a PE class with me. Great.

I could see him majestically and bravely stand near Lt. Surge as the burly man yelled out orders for us to run ten laps.

I was briefly astounded that Green wasn't doing anything, and the teacher didn't pay much attention as the rest of my classmates ran their ten laps. What the-

"Samantha! Hurry yourself and run them ten laps!" I heard a bark from the teacher and scurried ahead, not wanting stairs again this week. My calves still burned from the previous set of stairs.

Still, Green hasn't taken one step. What's going on here?

After about twelve minutes, I was finished and so was the rest of the class.

"Hey there, chap." I heard the brunette's voice behind me. With a startled yelp, I quickly turned and faced him.

"I said hello, are ya deaf or somethin'?" He chuckled at my blush and slightly annoyed head shake as a response.

"Mute?"

"NO! I am not a mute, nor am I deaf." I growled, aggravated that he thought me as a handicap.

"Well, jeez, you didn't have to act so harshly," the guy laughed, his perfectly white teeth flashing in the gym lights.

"Well, you're the one asking stupid questions," I countered, annoyance marking my voice clearly.

"What wrong, little Freshmeat? Did I hurt your feelings?" FRESHMAN?!

"I am NOT A FRESHMAN! I am a freaking Junior, you ass-" I stopped myself before regretting saying anything, but it was too late.

"Samantha! Green! OFFICE, NOW!" Surge's voice boomed from across the gym.

"Look what ya got our asses into, little freshie." He muttered loud enough for only me to hear.

"I am not a freaking freshman! I'm a Junior!" I whipped sharply, digging my elbow into his ribs and hearing a satisfactory *OOMPH!* from the senior.

"How do I know you're a Junior, you look like a freshman with those-" he began when we were out of the gym and heading in the direction of the office.

"For the hundredth time, I AM NOT A FRESHMAN, and don't you mention my chest! You may be the Prof.'s Grandson, but that doesn't mean that I can't-" He clamped his hands on my mouth and looked fairly serious.

"I just had to have an excuse to get us outta there, sorry if i angered you," his voice softened, and his jade eyes bored into my plain brown ones.

"Wha-"

"Shush! I know you're a junior, I just had to think fast, and I wanna talk with you."

"You, with ME?" My voice must've sounded much too surprised and slightly eager.

"Ha! I just need advice. You're Bretha's roommate, and I just need some advice on how I should present her for her birthday this weekend." He explained, chuckling and looking at my face for an answer.

"No freaking way I'm gonna respond to that." I growled, turning away from him and heading towards the gym again.

"Hey! We still have to go to the Principal's office, ya know." Honesty rang in his tone.

"Are you serious?"

"What else would I be?"

"A lying bastard."

"Hey! Don't talk like that to me!" He grabbed my arms and forced me closer, and kept a hand on my cheek to let me look up to him.

"Respect me, okay? I'm an important guy, and I'm older, so be nice." He demanded, his breath smelling like peppermint and green tea.

I nodded with a sassy manner. He didn't like it. He nudged me until I was trapped between his body and a wall.

"Be a heck lot more respectful and I'll let you go."

"We're just gonna get caught here, and into more trouble," my voice was challenging.

"So, you're gonna be like that, huh?"

I nodded.

"Fine." His hand moved from my waist to my ribs, and hardened. He began to forcefully tickle me.

"AH! Let go! Let me go!" I desperately tried to squirm from his hold, and began to push against his chest, but he leaned in closer until mine was against his.

"You don't like that, huh?"

"NO!"

"Say 'Please, oh, dear Green, let me go,' politely first."

"No!"

"Fine, I'll happily tickle you some more-"

"Arceus, Green, please let me go!"

"Good girl," he smiled like a boy who recieved a lollipop and dropped me.

"Ass-"

"Say the rest and something more than tickling is heading your way," He warned.

Not entirely looking forward to possibly getting raped or molested, I shut my mouth and followed him to the Principal's Office.

"Hey, Mr. Alder, me and my classmate were sent here to get some paper."

"Of course, of course, you may go to the copier room and retrieve them," Alder's aged voice contently floated from behind his desk, and allowed us to the copier room on the other side of the room, hidden by a door.

"What are you doing?" I asked as soon as we were near the back, where I surely knew nobody could hear us.

"What else? I'm getting pardon slips, and the only place I can get them is here." He replied as if it happend every day.

"Are you serious?"

"You surely love that question."

"I don't care."

"Say that nicer or this quiet environment would be perfect for-"

"I do not take interest in your remarks on my favorite questions."

"Better. Now leave me alone and shush so I could concentrate."

In a few minutes, he successfully copied Alder's signature, produced some decoy papers, and innocently strolled out of the office with me in tow, Alder not suspecting anything. The sly Growlithe.

The rest of the day was pretty much routines and the such. Nothing exactly noteworthy, and pretty much dull. There was homework to do, pictures to draw, and friends to catch up with. It was a pretty good day.

Night, Bretha was gushing over how 'romantic' Green was, mainly because he bought her a bouquet of Roselia roses, and a large Teddiursa dolly with a heart on its belly.

Nothing exactly important happened, so farewell.

Goodnight.