Chapter One- A New School

     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.

YoungPokémon Trainers AcademyOfJohto FirstYear Survey
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    

       I put down my pen and began to unpack. A little while later, someone knocked on my door.   
        “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.