Chapter 1

Hell Awaits

Author’s Note: Yes this is another Pokemon academy story. I thought it would be interesting to see how someone like me would fare at a prestigious school infested with rich, snobby little pieces of evil forces of forceful evil… that made no sense what so ever… or a Catholic school <shudder>. Nuns are scary. They’ve got POWERS. Actually I’m Atheist, so it would be really weird. Anyway… maybe someone will actually review this fic… if someone actually reads it.

Ben’s P.O.V.

I stare regretfully up at the towering walls of Pokemon Academy, the school I will spend the next 5 years of my wretched life. Why was I even here? I hate being around people (people suck), I can’t stand rich people (rich people suck). In short, Humanity sucks. But why am I really here? I can’t afford it. Dad spends all of his money on liquor and porno’s, and Mom ran away. Even with the money I make as an errand boy goes towards my dad’s liquor funds. Where did he get the Money to send me here, and why?

"Pointless." I say out loud.

I guess I should introduce myself. The Name’s Ben, my last name isn’t important. I have long black hair (Not Mullet long, over grown so it covers my eyes kinda long), and piercing Canary Yellow eyes. My left eyebrow is pierced, along with both of my ears. My wrists are engulfed by metallic chains and leather bracelets. I have grown up poverty, my mom running away when I was 5 and my dad running an illegal drug smuggling operation (A very unsuccessful one at that).

So if I’m so poor, how did I end up at a prestigious school like Pokemon Academy? Who Knows? What I do know though is that hell awaits within the walls of Pokemon Academy, and it’s not nice to keep hell waiting.

I enter the massive school through its front entrance.

"Name Please." A voice demands.

"Ben Tanner." I reply.

"Let’s see…" the voice continues, searching down its list, " Beck Tabits… Beverly Tallocks… Ben Tanner, here we are." the voice declares, "Report to room 113 for further instructions." It orders, handing me a map.

"Thanks." I untruthfully reply. I really just wanted to tell that little snobby b***h to just f**k off, but that wouldn’t be polite. I finger my way along the map until I find a room 113. I head off for my destination.

Amanda’s P.O.V.

"My mum is head of the Cerulean Grand Council, My Dad was the founder of HydroTech, before he passed away." I explain to some of the other girls of my financial rank. I’m at the top of the upper class, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure people may say I’m a self-conceited b***h, but what do they know. They don’t know the true me. I’m very caring and understanding and polite. I know not to judge people on looks, and that looks don’t mean s**t in life.

"Now she is in desperate need of a Makeover." I giggle to the other girls, directing my comment on one of the less fortunate souls, living in middle class.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Amanda Sylph, and I’m the most beautiful woman in the world at the age of 15 years old. But that’s not me. That’s an act. I don’t really mean half of the things I ever say. I just say it to say something and to look cool to the other kids. It’s been an obsession of mine to always be considered popular. I guess I don’t want to be alone. It’s kind of like what Cherry from The Outsiders told Ponyboy. I say what I say just to be saying something, and I don’t even mean most of what I say.

And Maybe I’m not the most beautiful women in the world. I have Dark Brown hair, and caring light brown almond shaped eyes. My lips are pretty thin. Now people may say that growing up in upper class is the life, but it’s not. You have so much yet your always looking for something else. Rich people have it hard too.

Author’s note: If you actually read this entire tiny, little prologue, then I bow to you. Sorry about Amanda’s P.O.V. also. I’m not female, so I have no clue how one should act, or what one dresses like, or what one does for fun, or how they talk, or what they think about in they’re free time (besides me of course). Some reviews would be nice, since I got almost nothing for my last, uncompleted, fic (which I will still work on). Please, send me some ideas on feminine traits. And there will be pokemon in the next chapter.

I do not own Pokemon. Frankly I don't really know who does, becuase the guy has a weird name, but I know that Nitendo and Game Freak are onwers. Plus I think Ash act's like a Pussy on the show, and I forgot where I read it, but I agree (Tracey does seem Gay). And Misty's clothes look like they couldn't fit my 2 year old Cousin. And I think All Togepis should die. Anyway (Pikachu sucks too)... 



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