[Pokémon] The Secret Academy

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Attention: Because of business, (which is plainly me being lazy), there'll now only be a chapter every 2 days.

Chapter 17: Rule 1!

On the now-familiar white couch sat Astrid with her feet on the coffee table. Her face looked like always excited and next to her sat Scarlett. On the other side of the coffee table stood Hex with his arms crossed.

"Finally awake, I see? Please don't make this routine." Astrid said.

"Finally? We're both just here. You started screaming for them when you opened the door…"

"Shush Hex! They're not supposed to know that!" She probably wanted to whisper that, but it came more out like an announcement.

"So, we're not late then, eh?" Fieritis replied. Both of us grinned at Astrid and she gave us a scared look.

"Anyway, guys. Which class do you now have?" Hex asked.

"Type Matchups." I was the first to react. Fieritis also had that class, and it'd be obvious Scarlett would have too.

"As much as I'd love continue chatting about lessons, I'm starving. Can we discuss it in the canteen?" Hex made a hungry gesture by putting his hand on his stomach. "I think I could eat even more than Snorlax."

"Ah, come on. Nobody can eat more than that big monster." Fieritis said. "I once read on my Pokédex," my eyes lit up hearing that word. I had heard of such a machine before and knew what it could do, but didn't remember seeing Fieritis with one, "that it eats 900 pounds every day, goes back to sleep and eats 900 more pounds the next day."

Hex sighed. "It's a metaphor… Ugh never mind, let's get to Type Matchups." He replied. "Misses Jenkins will be angry if we're late, and won't really start off on good foot with you three then." Scarlett flinched for some reason but we were ahead of time. "Anyway, I'm still starving."

Astrid jumped up with her as usual very happy look. "Breakfast time!" It was when we were strolling through the courtyard towards the canteen that I realized something.

"Hey, guys? Aren't we a week later then you all?" All of them nodded.

"Well, I only arrived four days ago." Hex filled me in. "Of course, that doesn't matter."

"Then don't we have to catch up in lessons? A whole week, that's a lot in school study hours, right?"

Astrid grinned at us and reacted. "Yeah, we've got TONS of homework. A test about the length of diff-" she started. As she walked ahead, Hex came walking between Scarlett and me while nudging me.

"Nah, don't worry. There are always people a little later, since the school's so far and hidden, it takes a while before everyone arrives. The first week we only have basics that you should know already, or introduction what they all include." Relieved we hurried to the refectory, hoping there'd be baguettes or sandwiches. The canteen was filled with people, almost on all benches sat people but as we entered the large hall, I saw a familiar hand waving. It didn't reach high, and my friends didn't even see the trembling fingers. I nudged Fieritis, gesturing we could sit where the hand had rose. We calmly filled our plates and skipped to the little guy that was accompanied by a little older boy.

"How are you, Timmy? Ah, you were… Trevor, I assume?" The ginger-haired boy with a blue pull worn over a blue sleeveless shirt, green short and white sneakers nodded while chewing on a sandwich with jam. Fieritis made a small cough where I could recognize the word 'Introduce' in. "Ah yes, of course. I still need to introduce you guys. "Timmy Fieritis, Fieritis Timmy, Timmy Hex, Hex Timmy, Timmy Scarlett, Scarlett Timmy, Timmy Cass-" Suddenly I noticed that Cassie wasn't here yet. "Uh, anyone know where Cassie is?" Everyone of us looked around, even Timmy did, though that would've been more of a reflex or group feel than actually trying.

"Now you bring it up, I think she said something 'bout wanting to train alone" Hex said. "You must've really hit her owning her in battle. No offense, Scarlett." Fieritis and I grinned at eachother one more time before Astrid arrived with her mouth already stuffed with what seemed like boiled eggs.

"Hbwey thbwerbe, arbwe ybwou gbwonnbwa introdbwubce mbwe?" She asked, or at least something alike.

"'right Timmy, this is Astrid. She's way nicer than she seems, trust me." Fieritis replied instead of me, followed by an agitated look from Astrid.

"Let's sit down" Scarlett proposed.

"Good idea." Under these circumstances she seemed probably one of the most normal people. After lunch, (and trying to pull Astrid away from the food) we finally ran towards Type Matchups. We went up the first floor, blinking our eyes because of the big windows faced to the sun and pushing through a crowd of other apprentices desperately trying to get to their own class. Type Matchups was class 37 and its door was made out of oak. In the upper window of the door was a small frame and a cadre implemented. On the cadre stood the name 'Ms. Jenkins.' Astrid unlocked the door, which surprised me since I thought she'd slam it open. The class wasn't really decorated with anything besides a green blackboard and a few square windows. Straight across the door was a wooden office faced to the around twenty school desks. They were for a fourth used by other student inter alia, Cassie and Wolf. Cassie's mouth smiled when seeing us but Wolf was like always surrounded by other people.

"Hey, do we have class together with fire-type students?" I asked at Astrid but she just scurried to Cassie. Astrid seemed a bit angry at her for a reason I didn't know, and probably wasn't that important. At that moment a tall women around her mid-thirties entered. She had brown hair that reached to her shoulders and had a stuck-up ponytail. As uniform it was just a white shirt with a gray silk jacket and matching long gray skirt.

"Alright! Everyone, sit down! I heard that today we have a few students. I'll give them my rulebook in a few minutes, but I want you all to treat them as friends and help them in any way you can."

One of the guys that had surrounded Wolf a few seconds ago, but now sat in a chair immediately asked: "Are you the same Jenkins that was a childhood friend from the famous professor Oak?"

While smiling she answered. "Sorry, you should know rule 1. Or else I can't answer."

The boy sighed and after apparently remembering something reacted. "Raise my hand when I have a question?"

"Sorry, no. That's rule 10. Rule 1 is: Know the rules." I couldn't suppress a small chuckle and felt that I was going to like this class.