Chapter 1- Welcome to S.O.P.E.

“But I can’t be mega-popular and an awesome coordinator, AND the leader of the 
cheerleading squad, right? I can’t do it ALL!” Dawn was talking to a group of 
girls. “That’s why I’m here. To even things out.” Dawn was interrupted by a 
scoff.
“Like we care? This is school-”, May looked at Dawn’s tube top and jean shorts, then 
noticed her Coach purse and converse. “Not a runway.” She finished.
Another day without Ash liking me, Misty thought, lying awake in bed. Her thoughts were 
interrupted when a large screech was heard in the hallway.
“Oh yeah? Well, my Torchic would burn your bed!”
“And my Piplup would use whirlpool to take out the fire!”
“Then my Beautifly would put your Piplup to sleep!”
“And my Buneary would freeze your Beautifly!”
And another day with two spoiled brats, Misty sighed. She went into the bathroom to 
change. She went off to her first class. She loved S.O.P.E. (School Of Pokemon 
Education) The only thing she didn’t like was being with Dawn and May 
TOGETHER, and not to mention living in the same dorm with both of them.
“Good morning class!” Mr. Willows said happily. Mr. Willows was Misty’s favorite 
teacher. He always had something fun for them to do.
“Pick a partner. Then, bring out one Pokemon. Give it to your partner. Try to bond with 
the one they gave you. At the end of this class, you may be wanting to trade 
Pokemon with each other!” He laughed. “I will give you 45 minutes. You may 
begin.”
Misty looked for somebody decent-a goth girl, a geek, and a girl with bandages all over 
her body!- Wait, is that Maylene?, thought Misty. She introduced herself and soon 
enough the two gym leaders were friends. Misty sent out Horsea, while Maylene 
sent out Lucario. Misty was scared, but she made it through the end of first 
period.
“Okay, class. Today we will be doing contest strategies.” Ms. Thore was young, pretty, 
and a contest champ!
“I wonder why she doesn’t have a husband.” Brock whispered in Misty’s ear.
“Well, she does tend to have a bad temper.” Misty smirked.
“I want each of you to think up a contest show. You may only use two pokemon. You 
have three weeks. Start brainstorming. The student with the best performance 
gets….nothing, but you all need to try your hardest!” Ms. Thore yelled as the 
ting-ting-ting of the bell rang, louder than her yells. “Time for music,” shrugged 
Misty.
…“Cute and tough and beauty and smart! Being cool is a fancy art! Use exp. shares to 
help them grow! If they can’t they’ll let you know! Raising Pokemon is oh-so fun, 
but if you follow these tactics you’ll be number one!” Misty, sang along with the 
other kids.
“Wonderful!” Mrs. Lorenzo, their music teacher, smiled. “Now, you’re assignment for 
the next six weeks is to write a song. It can be just a chorus, or as long as you 
please. Talk about your feelings, your desires, but be passionate about it. Class 
dismissed.”
Misty walked into her dorm. A song?! Was Mrs. Lorenzo nuts? She decided she might as 
well try. She wrote: [Verse1]“Out here in the quiet of the night, beneath the stars, 
and moon. We both know we’ve got something on our minds, and won’t admit, but 
it’s true.[Chorus]You look at me, I look away ,I wanna tell you what I’m feeling 
but I don’t know how to start. I wanna tell you but now I’m afraid that you might 
break my heart. Oh, why should anything so easy ever be so hard to do?I wanna 
tell what I’m feeling and to say that “I love you.”
She even put the words to music, but then realized the song would not do. She’d make a 
new one in the morning.