NSO Chapter 5
I don't own Pokemon.
List of staff in Kingdra High School (Pokemon School #230)
-Principal Suicune
-Vice Principal Raikou
English- Mrs Woon( Beheeyem)
Math- Mr Gon (Porygon-Z)
Science- Mr Simon (Reuniclus)
Gym/ Physical Education(PE)- Mr Ho (Machamp)
Battle Training (BT)- Ms Sal (Salamence)
Zenith made it to English, bursting into the classroom with a minute to spare. He had to use the toilet, so Cleo had arrived before him. The room was already full of students, with only one empty seat left. Zenith brisk walked quickly to his seat, wishing that he did not have to throw his hoodie away earlier. It would've helped to avoid eye contact, or at least cover up his newly exposed colours. He tried his best, but was unable to ignore the snarky remarks between his classmates as he walked past them.
"Look! They were right! That dude's a Shiny!"
"Freaks like him shouldn't belong here…"
"I think his name's Zenith… you know, the one that's always by himself, skulking around the school. I don't think he even has any friends…."
Ouch.
It only hurts cause it's true!
It was only today that Zenith noticed Cleo in the classroom, when the Vaporeon had pointed the fact out herself to him. Her table was at the back of the classroom, tucked in a corner. She gave an encouraging smile, which Zenith found helped to lessen the stinging from the painful comments. At least there was someone in this school on his side.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Zenith finally reached his seat, which was positioned right in the middle of the classroom. The whispers still continued, and most within earshot were hate-filled.
Great. I this school of at least a few hundred Pokemon, it seems like almost all of them are shiny haters.
What did you expect? That Pokemon would actually like you now?
Fair point.
At exactly 8 am, as the school bell rang for a second, final time in the morning, an old female Beheeyem teleported into the classroom, materialising with a loud 'pop'. This Beheeyem was Mrs Woon, Zenith's English teacher. The Psychic-type scanned the room with her usual deadpan expression, mentally taking attendance, before starting to teach the class about expositional essays and how to write them. The topic might actually be fun in the hands of another teacher, but Mrs Woon wasn't one of them. Accidental or on purpose, Mrs Soon had a way of making any topic boring. Her words left her in a flat drone, causing listening students to either fall asleep or lose interest in the lesson.
Sure enough, in about five minutes, the class was filled with snores, the only Pokemon unaffected were those with abilities that blocked out sound or prevented sleep. But even with those abilities, the Pokemon looked tortured, as if they would do anything than sit through this lesson.
Zenith's mind was already drifting from various sorts of writing techniques to Cleo Torrent. The Vaporeon may not be in his field of vision, but she was definitely on his mind. She was a nice girl, and was quite good-looking too. She was also rare, due to Eevees having a gender ratio of 12.5% to be female. He felt something for her, no doubt, but he didn't know what…
Rare? Snap out of it, Zenith! She's a Pokemon like you, not a collectable trophy! With this sort of thinking, you really don't deserve h-
Suddenly, a paper airplane was thrown at Zenith from behind, hitting the back of his head. Although Zenith's Ability, Inner Focus, prevented him from jumping in surprise, the sharp projectile still hurt. Rubbing the back of his head in pain, he looked back at the perpetrator. It was Smith, a Haunter with a mischievous streak. He usually never bothered Zenith due to the Umbreon's super effective typing, but it seemed that seeing a Shiny seemed to ignite some kind of hatred within the Ghost-type.
Just like everyone else in this Arceus damned school.
Don't use his name in vain!
Picking the paper airplane up from the floor, Zenith unfolded the sheet of paper to see that it had one word written on it.
FREAK
How expressive.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
English class ended with Mrs Woon teleporting out of the class the moment another bell rang to signify the end of the lesson. Like many of the teachers here in this school, she gave out homework that she would never collect back anytime in the future. Because of this fact, many students chose not to do any work at all throughout their entire school year. It was a miracle that even half of the cohort even managed to survive until now, four years into their six years of education. Zenith still finished his work, though. There were always solutions at the back of the worksheets for him to check his answers.
Nerd.
Hey, exams are still important! They're still a part of this school, you know. Oh, shoot- I'm going to be late!
Lost in his thought-conversation with the entity in his head, Zenith forgot about Cleo and raced off towards the gym.