Chapter One- A New School YoungPokémon Trainers AcademyOfJohto FirstYear Survey I put down my pen and began to unpack. A little while later, someone knocked on my door.
I walked towards the large building in front of me, terrified of what might lie within. I was to attend a school for Pokémon trainers. Most children would be running towards the building with excitement. I on the other hand, was taking as long as I possibly could to get there.
Unfortunately, while I was deep in thought, my strides had become longer. I was now standing in front of the doors. I noticed a bunch of other trainers around me talking to each other.
Suddenly,the doors behind me opened. A tall man stepped out and put a whistle to his lips. A moment later, the chatter of my soon-to-be classmates stopped.
“Students,it is time you came inside. We have some papers for you to fill out. Also, you should do some unpacking,” he told us.
We all piled inside. I took in the scene around me with great awe. There were statues of many Pokémon in the entrance hall, most of which I could name.
We were led up separate staircases, boys to the right, and girls to the left. First, we were shown a large room, which was to be our living room. Then we were led to our bedrooms.
Eachof the rooms had a bed, nightstand, dresser, desk, and a Pokéball stand. All were made of a beautiful cherry wood.
I walked over to my bed and picked up a piece of paper. It was a survey. I answered the questions in my usual italicized handwriting.
1. Name
Ahna Marie Windtamer
2. FavoriteActivity
Watching the sunrise
3. Whatdo you seek in a Pokémon?
Love, Friendship
4. Ifyou had a Pokémon, what would you do?
Learn from them, love them, and befriend them
“Lunch is being served down in the cafeteria,” the man told me, “I also came to collect your survey.”
A minute or so later, I found myself in the cafeteria. After getting an apple, I looked for a place to sit. Everyone was sitting with their friends, of which I had none.
I found an empty table and ate by myself, afraid of what would happen if I sat with someone else. My reason, I was unable to talk to people. My family were the only people I could talk to without having a panic attack. Pokémon had a special place in my heart though. They would always listen to you and respect your feelings. My cousin’s Pokémon did anyway.
Later, when I had returned to my room, I discovered a Pokéball in my Pokéball stand.
I picked it up and tossed itunderhand, “Go Pokéball!” I whispered.