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my weird school	By : Mandolore Category: Pokemon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon nor will I ever own it this is not for profit but for fun

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MY WEIRD SCHOOL

Ch 1

            Shifting my backpack so that it fit a little easily on my shoulders, I looked up at the front of the school and took in a long sigh. The crest right over the school’s entrance was that of a shield with a pair of books in the background and had the overall feeling of strength all about it. ‘Defending knowledge…that’s a strange slogan.’ I thought to himself as I looked about the front of the school a little more. The school looked pretty much like my old one back home, two levels, what looked like large football field out behind the school, and a few basketball courts to the side to what looked like a large multipurpose stadium. Though the thought of what lay within sent shiver up and down my spine as the place looked to have several holes that’d been patched over recently.

            The move from my previous school to that of one of/for nothing but Pokemon had been a bit scary (I mean come on, one that can lift a bulldozer or tower over you like that of a giant). Looking back I really considered myself lucky. I’d been abandoned as a child at a firehouse and was adopted by two great parents. Though both were Poke-morphs didn’t really chance the fact that I still loved them and they returned that love with just as much affection. So going to a school for Pokemon really wasn’t all that strange, but I still felt like I was going to be odd man out.

            “Don’t worry to much sweaty. The first step is always the hardest or at least the first day.” A voice shouted out which made me turn and look behind me. My mother sat in her car and was waving to me out the window. She was a kind women, for a Chancy morph, and loved me a great deal. I really couldn’t tell if it was her nature to really care so much but I still loved her, only…

            ‘I really wish she wouldn’t do that.’ I thought to myself as I hung my head for a second, pinched the bridge of my nose, then waved back to her, knowing that if I didn’t that she’d probably find some other way to embarrass me. ‘Thankfully their’s no-one about, and she needs to get out of here to that job that she said that she got around here.’ It wouldn’t be until later that I found out that she had taken up a job here at my new school as the head nurse. With a deep breath I nodded to myself and strode confidently towards my new school entrance.

            “I take it that your full name is that of William…” A Weavile morph said to me as I’d just handed her my transfer papers and stood in the school’s office. She very dark blue skinned/furred women who wore a simple women’s suit that accentuated her slightly large breasts, but that did little to hide the distain/scorn in her eyes when I’d first walked into the office. It was almost as if when I’d just entered into the room that she’d sized me up and had already decided that I was nothing more than what they perceived us humans to be, weak and frail.

            “No mam,” I said back to her, trying my hardest not to cock an attitude on my first day. “Just, Will.” Many people had thought the same thing and I was getting a little tired of trying to correct them on my actual name, but here it couldn’t really be helped. She seemed not to care about the correction but continued to give me a harsh look, as if trying to make me feel even more out of place than I already felt or dare me to actually cock an attitude and begin a fight with her. Those damn eyes are what really did it for me as a intense anger started to flair up in me, at least it would’ve been anger if not for a moment later as she handed back a piece of paper with something written on it.

            “This is your class schedule. Make sure…your on time for your classes, and I don’t want to hear that your stirring up trouble here in our school!” Who whole thing was like one last slap in the face as she turned her head down and began to work on something else (As if I’d really pick a fight with any guy here that could pop my head in one hand). Our school made it sound like that of the old segregated days. It really couldn’t be helped though, this school was built especially for Pokemon morphs and them alone. Though her warning about trying to stay out of trouble…well, that might prove bit harder/fun than she realizes.

            Exiting out of the office, I held up my class schedule and gave it a long look. “Great. I’ve got science first thing,” My worst subject by far. You make one little stink bomb and set it under the teachers desk so that once he sets his or any weight down upon it that it sets it off and your pretty much marked for death for the rest of your life. After that it seemed pretty much normal, Math, English, Shop, Literature, and finally…Physical Education.

            At looking at the last class a small sigh slowly escaped my lips. I’d heard about what these Morphs called, P.E. and it was definitely not for the weak. This school was pretty famous for two things. First was their battle skills/teams as they were amongst the toughest in the nation, while their Football team… “Never underestimate how far you can fly when a Ursaring comes charging at you in full padded gear, or how far he’ll stomp your head into the ground a second later.” I said aloud as I recalled a Football match that this team had had when one of the members from the opposite side had viciously scarred one of their team mates, (Totally by ‘accident’ when that guys claws had accidentally reached into the guys helmet and taken out an eye of their star running back) last season.

            Re-adjusting my backpack once again, I followed the school’s hallways around for a bit until I reached the classroom for my first class and looked inside the window in the door. The room was pretty much like you’d expect of that of a science class. Single to double stations of desks were all in a row of twos that went five back and a single desk in the front for the teach. The teacher (Who as it turned out was a Lugia, or at least what appeared to be a dark/purple skinned/feathered Lugia morph) stood behind the main desk in his white lab coat, surrounded by glass vials, tubes, and such seemed to have overrun the whole desk. By the look in that dark mask that covered his eyes, I could see that this guy really enjoyed his work. ‘Or that he just loves to scare his students with some outlandish/scary concoctions.’ Looking at the students though, (The ones that weren’t cowering under the edge of their desks) I could tell that they were fairly used to this guys antics and knew what to expect. “At least that’s until they’ve met me.” A sadistic smile spread across my lips as I waited patiently for the right moment to open the door and make my grand entrance.

            The teacher started to laugh a bit as he began to pour in two liquids into a beaker and his eyes focused only upon that, that’s when I quickly slammed the door open. “Greetings everyone. The names Will and I’m…”

            “HIT THE DECK!” Someone yelled from somewhere in the back of the room.

            I didn’t have a real chance to even get out of the class and hide behind the lip of the door before whatever concoction the teach had been brewing had suddenly become unstable, (As he’d added to much of the double toxins together) and the resounding explosion from the unstable mix shook the whole room. Leaning my head around the door to look into the room, I really couldn’t see much through the billowing dark cloud of smoke which permeated the whole room in some kind of foul odor. A few seconds later, several large smoky/coughing balls quickly fled the room and headed off running towards who knows where.

            “Now that’s how you make a grand entrance. With a bang!” A few laughs quickly spread through me, until I could feel a menacing presence behind me. “OH, CRUD.” I didn’t wait a moment as I quickly took to my heels and ran for dear life with a very pissed off science teacher (With many holes in his, or what used to be, his white lab coat) chasing after me screaming something about trying out his newest concoction on me.

            It was about one of those times that I’d really taken a little after dad (Who was a star Football player back before his accident), as I sat down upon the toilet in the men’s restroom. ‘For such a big guy, that teach sure can run.’ I thought as I lowered my head a bit and took a long breath.

            “So what do you think? One week or two this time?” Someone asked in a curious/squeaky tone.

            “I’d defiantly say at least a week.” A deep voice said to the first which was followed by both beginning to laugh. A few minuets later they both stopped laughing and I peaked under the stalls door. The taller of the two was a Stantler morph with his antlers cut really short while the smaller looked to be a short Rattata morph. Both were wearing some kind of dark shirt that had a half Pokeball on the upper left shoulder and wore jeans. It helped a bit that their clothes were a little dark as I could see that both their faces were covered in soot or black smoke residue.

            After washing their faces and such they turned back to go. “So who do you think that it was that made that entrance?” Asked the Rattata as they began to walk out of the room and then disappeared out the door.

            “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when Dr. Steing finds that guy though. Probably turn him into a frog with whatever he was trying to cook up during class.” Laughter filtered in through the door as the two walked off and left me with a shiver running up and down my spine.

            The rest of the day seemed fairly normal, except the whole student body was made up with Poke-Morphs and the fact that I am the only human in the school. That was until the last class for the day where things were no doubt going to get interesting. The physical education was definitely different than what I’d expected. Of course the whole class met up in some kind of skin tight suits that resembled body suits, but once they were out of the lockers did they separate into two different groups. The first group was mostly that of bulky guys and girls that no doubt were going to do a lot more physical exercise while the other group was made up of lean and speedy morphs that were probably the ones that were going to go to the battle arena to train in their fighting skills.

            ‘Football or the fighting ring. Not much of a choice in that.’ I thought as I headed off towards the football field and check things out. I defiantly wasn’t the karate type and knew when not to go into something that just end up getting my backside handed to me (Though either choice was no doubt going to end up with me on my ass at the end of the day).
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