Prologue: We never saw it coming. In fact, it had never crossed our minds that something like that, could ever even happen to people like us. But we were just kids; dense, clueless, ignorant, kids who know nothing but our own backyards; trying, attempting, giving everything to get through life with barely a scratch on us. Truth be told, that was our first mistake, we thought it would be easy. But we couldn't see past out own insecurities, flaws, and problems to see what was right in front of our eyes. We had ruined each other's lives.

Principal's office, or interrogation room? A question Misty Waterflower usually asks herself when she's called down there. Today Principal Brown's bald head is extra shiny, probably from the beads of sweat that always seem to accumulate around him. She wonders if she can see her reflection in it.

"Miss. Waterflower," he stridently yelled cutting her out of her trance, "have you even heard a word I've said!?" Her green orbs lazily shift to his, before she places her feet upon his desk in a nonchalant fashion.

"Listen Mr.B, I hear you, really I do. And I understand your dilemma. You are a man of authority, I get it. But don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" She asks him, shifting her gaze to the golden plaque on his desk. It reads: princiPAL. How cliché.

"A bit harsh!? Miss. Waterflower, I think you seem to have forgotten that you and that rift raft friend of yours completely ruined the beginning of school ceremony! The auditorium still smells like...like..." He trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself.

"Shit?"

"Language! And feet off the desk!" Rolling her eyes, she did as told. Aww yes, Ash's newest prank, one of his best.

(Flash back)

"And so it is with great pleasure that I welcome you, with open arms, back into our school." Mr. Brown said warmly as he stood upon the school's stage. The bright lights had shown brightly upon his bald head. "Now, here to give a short speech, are our two school reps, Gary Oak, and Melody Fleura." The auditorium let out giant uproar of cheers.

Behind the stage had stood Misty Waterflower and Ash Ketchum. Ash was holding on to a rope that secured the giant network of water balloons towering over the stage.

"You ready, Mist?" He asked her, his eyes shining with michief. Lets just say that Ash wasn't the perfect student here at PokeHigh. In fact, he had a record of putting on the most elaborate pranks throughout the school. Some kids loved him for it, others hated him. He didn't care, he just loved the rush. His body had been shaking with excitement, his heart palpitating. With his Baseball cap placed on his head, turned backwards of course, he looked as determined as always. "I can't wait to dump this all over Gary and his arrogant face!" Misty smirked. Why was she in this? Well, other than the fact that she had owed Ash a favor, Misty just loved messing with the school. She just hated it. The rules, the restrictions, and the restraints. There were a million things, really. They just tried to take away everyone's individuality! What can she say? She's a modern transcendentalist. That and she hated Melody's preppy guts.

"Do it." She said. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes. Ash had let go of the rope, sending the balloons down in one swift motion, but they were no ordinary balloons. Ash had spent all night filling them to the brim with a nice fresh batch of a big surprise. Gary would have to shower for weeks!

Gary leaned against the podium with a prize winning smile adorned on his face. "And so I would like conclude this speech with a," he sniffed "what's that smell?" And then it hit him. Literally.

Taurous shit. Gary had been hit, with taurous shit.

She smiled at her work. Melody didn't come back to school for three days after that.

"Now I know you are a very bright student, Miss. Waterflower. Your grade point average is among the highest that we have here. Not to mention you are the captain of the swim team, are you not? I just wish you could learn to get along with some of the students here. Tell me, why did you come to this school?" She was quiet for a moment, her face melting into a scowl.

"I came here because I need my pokemon license."

"You do realize that these kind of marks will show up on your permanent record. And when the league decides who gets to go on a journey, they won't be choosing anybody with a violent streak."

"I am aware, yes."

"Then why don't you take this seriously!? I want improvement. One more slip up like this and you will regret it. As for your punishment, you must attend detention for a solid month. I will be phoning your legal guardian as well. And, you will have to attend a months' worth of community service too."

"A month!? But Principle Brown! That hardly seems fair!"

"Don't worry. Mr. Ketchum will be joining you as well, if it makes you feel better. Now if you please." He gestured towards the door. Misty groaned. Shouldering her backpack, she excited his office, making sure to flip him the bird on the way out. She needed to find May.

Leaf Greene smiled as she finished printing her newest entry into the school newspaper. There in all its glory was a picture of Gary Oak, showered with a generous amount of pokemon dung. She snickered to herself. The title read: The Poké Dung Scandal. She admired her work, before bringing the stack of papers to the copier. Oh how she loved her job. After coping the correct amount to papers, and handing them off to the head of the journalist club, she went off to her locker. She was greeted with an unusual amount of giggling girls. However she was more surprised to see the face of Gary Oak standing in front of her locker

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Leaf is it? Have you come to pay your respects to me as well?" He pontificated. She rolled her eyes.

"In your dreams, Oak. Actually, you're in front of my locker. So, move." She ignored the glares from the other girls around her.

"Your locker? I think your mistaken Leafy. This just so happens to be my locker."

"Yeah, don't call me Leafy. And I think that either you're blind, or you can't see over that giant ego of yours, either way locker C34 is mine." A girl beside her scoffed.

"Didn't you get the memo? We all have to share lockers this year." She said, smacking her gum.

"Yeah," another one intervined, "like, cause of budget cuts or whatever." Gary smirked down at her. Curse my shortness, leaf thought.

"Looks like you and I are locker buddies." He winked. Oh how leaf hated this school.

May Maple sat in her last period class, waiting for others to enter. Other classes had gone well enough. They listened to the announcements, talked about school expectations, and other tedious things. She was really waiting for Misty and Ash to get back, so she could hear what happened in the principal's office. She sighed, drumming her fingernails on her desk. Other students milled about the classroom, talking amongst themselves or texting on their phones. She considered getting hers out, so she wouldn't look like such a dork just sitting there, but thought better of it. She decided to observe her classmates instead.

In front of her, was probably the loudest of the groups. They were the more...popular sort of kids. The girls with their perfect hair, and the guys with their perfect smiles, you know the ones. The most popular was Drew Hayden. Ok, May had no idea how this guy did it, but he was like a god. She watched him mid laugh, as his shoulders shook, and his distinct green colored hair swished to the side, and the way he smiled with his perfect white teeth. His eyes were probably the best part. They were a bright, alluring emerald color. They seemed to light up when he laughed. She was knocked out of her trance, however, when she felt his eyes upon hers. Oh no, she thought, he caught me staring! Drew smirked. Oh no, Arceus no. She felt her ears turn pink.

"Hey May!" A voice beside her sounded, causing her to jump. She turned her gaze towards the raven haired boy beside her.

"Ash! You scared the peanut butter out of me!" She glared. He stared at her for a moment, cocking his head to the side.

"Why is your face so red?"

"Ugh! It's nothing. Where's Misty?" She heard someone plop into the seat on her left. "Right here!" May jumped again.

"Seriously! What is with you guys and scaring me?" Before they could converse more, the teacher came in.

Dawn Berlitz ran through the halls in a mad attempt to make it to her class on time. Her high heels, which made it extremely difficult to run in mind you, clacked against the polished floors loudly. Suddenly, her heel caught a loose piece of paper that had been on the ground, causing her to trip and crash into a wall. Only, it wasn't a wall, as she soon found out. It was a person. Oops.

"Watch where you're going!" A gruff voice rumbled. Looking up, she was met with a pair of stormy grey eyes.

"Sorry," she yelped, "I wasn't paying attention!"

"Tch, clearly." How rude, she thought.

"Well, anyways I'm Dawn!" She attempted to smile at him, but he simply walked passed her instead. "Hey! I was talking to you!"

"And I was ignoring you." She watched incredulously as his body turned the corner, out of her sight. She fumed, before remembering she was late again and sped off to get to her class.

"My name is Mr. West. But please, call me Lance," their newest teacher smiled at them. May scrutinized his features. Lance was fairly young, with an easy going smile, and a handsome face. He wore a button up white shirt, and a pair of black slacks. "My class will be, as it should be, fairly difficult. However, I will not be grading you on your marks, but rather on your performance." From the corner of her eyes, May saw Misty perk up. "Now I know that today is the first day, but I would like to get ahead. In fact I have a project for all of you." Ash's hand shot up. From the corner of her eye, May saw Dawn Berlitz walk in the door. Lucky for her Lance had yet to take attendance.

"What kind of project?" Lance smiled at him, before looking down at his clipboard of names.

"Ash, is it? In my class, we wait until I call upon you before belting out. Okay?"

"Err, sorry."

"Anyway, the project will be in groups," he raised his voice to stop the cheers, "that I will be assigning." May groaned, she hated when teachers picked partners. She didn't know anybody in this class besides Misty and Ash. What if she was paired with someone who didn't do any work? Or worse...Drew. She tuned back in.

"I call it: A Day in the Life of Others. Now I know that all of you teenagers seem to create groups and cliques, and packs that seclude everybody who's not in them, out. In fact I see it quite often. In the Canteen, the halls, and at break. You guys don't realize how often you do it. I want you guys to expand." Lance took a seat up on his desk. He held out his clipboard in front of him. Misty raised her hand. He nodded towards her.

"Expand? I'm sorry, you want us to expand? Let me get this straight. We are going to be in a group full of people we don't know, invade their personal lives, and then somehow end up as friends in the end? Is that your master plan?" She asked him with a glare. Oh no Misty, May cringed. Lance seemed unaffected.

"Misty, perhaps I should explain better. You will not be put in groups with strangers. In fact, I may just put you in groups with your friends. Do you really know them as much as you think? The point is to practice empathy. Putting yourself in someone else's shoes. I want you guys to understand that there is something else beyond the walls you build up. Now since we have a rather big classroom. The groups will be fairly large." May snuck a look at Misty. She was glaring. May leaned over to her.

"Hey, Misty. What's up?" She asked, trying to console her.

"I'm starting to really hate this school." She replied, slumping down in her seat and blowing her orange colored bangs out of her face.

"The first group will be," Lance started, "May Maple, Dawn Berlitz, Ash Ketchum, Leaf Greene, Gary Oak, Paul Sinji, Misty Waterflower, and Drew Hayden." May's eyes grew wide. Drew Hayden, she panicked, no, out of all the people why him!? She decided that the world hated her.

"Attention all students. Because of further complications with the school auditorium, drama class will be held in room A2.5. Also, opportunities for community service will be posted at my door at the end of the day. Thank you, that is all."