Oak Academy
Chapter 2, Pyro
Alexis shivered with anticipation at her seat. She was usually never this excited in class, much less when she barely got any sleep, but on Mr. Summers' desk sat a box full of Pokéballs. Each red and white sphere had a label on which a student's name was printed. She could read a few from her seat, but none of which were hers. Instead she fixated on Wren's visible sphere, who was just as excited as she in the seat beside her. At the desk in front of them sat Viola by herself, and she seemed to be the calmest of the class. Even compared to Mr. Summers, who was reciting some basic rules and tips to the new trainers in a huff. He knew very well that pretty much no one was listening, but he held fast to the lecture. Just as it was becoming too much for Alexis to bear, Wren passed her a note.
"Will he ever shut up?" it read.
"Not at this rate." She quickly jotted, passing it back with ease as she watched the teacher's eyes.
"He seems into to this, he will not notice." Said the note when it reached her hand again.
With a nod Alexis began writing, "What do you think you got?"
Wren stared at the paper before writing, "Honestly, a Magikarp."
Alexis nearly keeled over in both laughter and surprise. She knew when Wren was joking, even on paper, plus her face was dead serious.
"Why a Magikarp!?"
"They probably think I cannot hurt myself or anyone else with that."
This response brought Alexis back to reality. It was very possible this was the case, being that the school requests that parents catch each student's new Pokémon. A shiver ran down her spine as she contemplated her own situation.
"You would find a way and then teach me, because I probably got one, too."
"You bet."
Wren gave Alexis a thumbs up before the teacher finally caught the entire class's attention as he cleared his throat.
"Now then, class. I will call each of you up and ask you to release your Pokémon. From there I will tell you a little information on your partner and send you back to your seats. Remember class, under absolutely no circumstances are Pokémon allowed to be out of their Pokéballs unless in the gym, dorms, or park unless instructed otherwise. Also, as first years, you are not allowed to battle yet. This is a privilege earned your second year, and you still need a teacher's permission. Let's get started then-"
Mr. Summers pulled a ball out of the box and read the inscription on the label. He did this multiple times and with each passing student Alexis became more restless. Finally, Wren was called up. She was so shocked at finally hearing her name she simply froze a second and then made haste getting to the front of the room. There she took the Pokéball from Mr. Summers and pressed the white button in the middle. In a flash of light a creature burst forth from the capsule. This creature let out a soft cry as the class studied it. The tiny creature had a thin, white body and a green top of the head with a pink structure jutting out of it. Wren recognized it immediately.
"A Ralts!" commented Mr. Summers, examining it curiously, "And a fine one at that. Now class, a Ralts may look quite frail, but it is hardly weak. Its strength lies in its psychic abilities and it will even grow physically stronger with its evolutions. Wren, do you wish to name your Ralts?"
Wren nodded her head, "I wish to call her Crystal."
With that Wren returned Crystal to her Pokéball and walked back to her seat. Alexis thought she practically glowed and it slightly irritated her. It was not aimed at Wren so much as just irritation brought on by impatience. She wanted to be a trainer, too, and it was taking far too long. It needed to be her turn; it had to be her turn.
"Alexis." Called Mr. Summers.
"Yes?"
"Are you coming to get your Pokémon?"
Caught off guard she somewhat nodded before practically running to the front of the classroom. The anticipation was killing her, but there was a dreadful feeling running amuck in her mind as well. What if she did get that Magikarp that Wren mentioned? That would be rather embarrassing and she would not put it past her mother's sick sense of humor to say she would love a Magikarp. She quickly took a deep breath before smashing the button. Then, in a flash of light, her partner revealed itself.
"Ah, a Vulpix." Observed Mr. Summers, "This, class, is a fire type Pokémon. It may look small and cute, but it packs a serious punch in battle. What would you like to name it, Alexis?"
A big grin crept across Alexis's face, "Her name is now Pyro!"
Alexis was thrilled by her new partner, and practically floated back to her seat. Little did she notice that the student after her was Viola until she had already sat down.
"You are the last one, Viola. Now let it loose."
With one smooth movement the button released the blinding white light once again, containing a creature. Viola's creature was small, around Pyro's size, but brown with a cream neck and tail tip. It had violet eyes and a high pitch cry. When the class saw this Pokémon murmurs erupted from them.
"Wow, an Eevee." Mr. Summers thought aloud, "I did not expect to see such a rare Pokémon today. Class, this cute Pokémon is quite special. It is the Pokémon with the most possible evolutions known to this date, making it very versatile in long term training. And its name, Viola?"
"Angel." Viola stated simply, recalling her partner into its sphere just as the bell rang.
All the students rushed out of the classroom, eager to take their new partners to areas they were permitted to roam. Even Mr. Summers seemed to have a place to be because before long only Alexis, Wren, and Viola, still at the front of the classroom, were left. There was a silence between the three, but only because words were not necessary. These three wanted to do what any trainer wants to when he or she encounters another trainer: battle.
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