Pokémon Academy [Pokemon fanfic]

Pokémon Academy-First Year

Hi, my name is Stormy! I'm 13 and I'm going to Pokémon Hoenn Academy. Right now, my mom is helping packing my bag.

"Sweety, you didn't forget anything, right?" she asks.

I have orange hair and green eyes.

"No." I say.

"Great! So, here's your Poké Ball." She said, handing me a Poké Ball.

"Which Pokémon is it?"

"You'll see. The taxi is already waiting. Let's go."

We went downstairs and opened the door. Ah, some fresh air!

"Sorry for the wait, mister. Here's your payment. She's going to the Hoenn Academy." mom said to the taxi driver. "Stormy, don't forget to phone me once you get there! Good luck!"

*****

The taxi driver stopped in front of a tall building.

"It's here. Do you need help to bring your bags?" he asked.

"No thanks. Bye!"

I started walking towards the building. It was really big and fascinating and was surrounded by forest. Amazing!

"Sorry, do you know where is the girl dormitory?" asked me a girl, short like me.

"No, I'm a little bit lost, sorry!" I said.

"Then can we go together and search for it? I don't know anyone here and I'm scared."

"Are you from first year?"

"Yes, just like you."

"Ok then. Let's search."

One hour later, I already knew lots of things about the girl. She was called Lyra and she didn't knew either who her Pokémon was. Finally, we managed to find the dorm.

"We found it! Let's stay near one from another."

It was already night and everyone had dinner at home so I just slept.

*****

DING-DING-DING!

I get up as fast as I can. I'm still in the Academy. Ok. Let's get ready.

"Lyra! Wake up!" I shout.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!'' she screams.

"Time to get up, Lyra! The school alarm has already rang!"

She gets up and we get ready. I wear a t-shirt, the ones that slip your shoulder and a pair of shorts. I finish with damaged socks and some trainers. Lyra is wearing skinny trousers and a sweatshirt. She looks cool.

We go down and have breakfast and then we head for our first class, Pokémon Relationships.

*****

"Hi! Welcome, 1st graders! I'm Miss Jones, your Pokémon Relationships teacher. To start off, take out your Poké Ball and sent out your Pokémon.

OMG!!!! Critical moment!!! Which Pokémon is it?! It's a...

MUDKIP!!!!!!!

MY FAVOURITE POKÉMON!

"Mudkip!" she says, smiling to me.

Lyra, right next to me, takes off her Poké Ball and sends her Pokémon. It's a Eevee!

"Eevee!!!" Eevee says.

"Ok, if I'm right, it's the first time you meet your Pokémon, right?" asks Ms. Jones. "Well then, in this class, you'll create a healthy relationship with your Pokémon!"

I already love this class and I bet other students do, too!

'Ms. Jones, my Pokémon is coughing. Is this normal?" asked a girl.

"Of course, Chrissy! We also cough. But don't worry, we're headed for the doctor here. Your Pokémon have to be medically evaluated. So follow me!" she said.

Chrissy was holding a Chikorita and she saw me and Lyra. She went running to us.

'Hi. Can I go with you?" she asked.

"Sure! I'm Stormy and she is Lyra. Nice to meet ya!"

We went all the way talking. It looked like our Pokémon were enjoying a good talk, too.

"Students, we have arrived! This is Ms. Francisca Dubour. She's French. Say hi!" explained Ms. Jones.

*****

After waiting half an hour, it's finally our turn.

'Hi! You're Stormy, right?"

"Yes, and this is Mudkip!"

"Let me evaluate her. I have to do some exams."

Ten minutes later...

Francisca came again and gave me Mudkip.

"I'm afraid I have bad news... Your Pokémon has Evoliatnia."

"What?"

"Evoliatnia. It makes your Pokémon not evolve. It is definitive. This little guy will be a Mudkip for the rest of its life."

/Aww... I didn't want you to know, Stormy.../

What was that?! I could swear I heard Mudkip talking!

/That's right, Stormy. You can translate what we say. But if you want to abandon me, I get it.../

"Never!" I thought." I'll never abandon you!''

/Oh, thanks.../

*****

"Next!" yelled Francisca.