Short Stories + Fanfic or AU ideas and spoofs [2022, complete]

{PokeHigh} yokuh

// Jun 21, 2022: do I care that I'm being cliche? no. not at all.

One thing that won't be cliche about this is it won't be cringe, well, I don't think it will. It's not gonna be like some lovey dovey high-school love drama or whatever most of these are. No, this is just a story that happens to take place in a school :3 

Now: i'm to lazy to reread this anthropomorphic Pokémon garbage //

I am Miracle Rushling, a teenaged eevee. Today is my first day at PokeHigh. I just hope this goes better than last time. You see I'm not a very lucky kid, it's more like I'm a trouble magnet. How I am probably still going to be the most optimistic kid in school again, I don't know. Anyway, let's get this started.

I walked to the front of the school. It was huge! And there were so many 'mons everywhere.

A loud bell rang through the sky, telling everyone that the first day of school was starting.

I quickly found my locker because it was relatively close to the entrance. I put the stuff I didn't need into it and walked around trying to find my first class, Geography.

Walking into the school you could really see how big it is. Admiring the architecture instead of looking where I was going, I probably ran into someone because next thing I knew I was on the ground.

"Sorry." I said trying to find who I ran into.

"Nah, it's alright. I should have seen you coming." A jolteon said standing about a foot in front of me. He smiled and overed his hand to help me up.

I took it and stood up. "Thanks."

He smiled, "No problem. So, are you one of the new kids?"

"Yep." I replied.

"Do you want some help getting to your classes?" He asked me. I know dang well I was probably going to find it in an hour if I didn't have any help. So I accepted his offer to help me.

"What is your first class?"

I gave him a piece of paper with my classes on it. He read it, "Geography. That's the class next to Art, my first class. I can take you there come on."

We walked down the halls of the school, 'mons still busling about trying to know what they were doing.

"I'm Yaki, but they call me Zip. What's your name?" the Jolteon said to me.

"My name is Miracle. It's nice to meet you."

I heard someone whisper in my ear, "I'd stay away from sparky over there if I where you." The voice was cruel and cold, but I ignored it.

"Scho-" Yaki started, he was cut of when someone shoved him. In advertively making him almost fall on me. My shoulder hit a locker but at least I wasn't flattened by him.

"Oops, sorry Sparky fists. Didn't see you there." a voice laughed, it sounded boy but I didn't see who pushed us.

We kept walking but Yaki's expression turned darker.

It made me sad seeing him glum. "What was that about?" I asked him.

"Hm? Oh, yeah that um. Not a lot of people exactly like me in this school." He relpied.

I wanted to cheer him up. "Well I like you. You're cool." I said optimistically.

He smiled at this. Maybe it was because I looked like 2 years younger than most of the first years here (though I'm most likely their age) or because of the face I was making but he smiled. Misson accomplished.

"Thanks." He said. "And here we are. In there is Geography. After school I can give you a tour if you'd like."

"That be nice. Thanks Zip." I said waving goodbye, and walked in. 

I sat down and watched the rest of the students file in.