Disclaimer : I DO NOT own Pokemon. All rights their respective owners.

Chapter 1

I woke up that morning to the fresh breeze coming from my window. As I began to regain my senses and forget the dream world, I noticed the breeze was becoming increasingly colder and colder. It was to the point where I was ready to scream.

"What the hell?" I thought.

I had left my stupid window open all night!

My name's Ash. I came from a peaceful little town called Pallet Town, in the Kanto region. I never really knew my dad, who left when I was very young. That's all right. I have pretty much the greatest mom possible. Yeah, sure, she nags and whines, but hey, whose mom doesn't, am I right?

Recently, my mother was laid off at her work in Pallet Town. Surprising! She was the best worker and made a lot of money there! Anyway, she couldn't find any work in the Kanto region. So that's why we moved here, to the Sinnoh region, specifically Twinleaf. Not too different from Pallet Town, but different nonetheless. This, of course, meant I would have to attend a new school starting September.

We pretty much agreed on the fact that I would attend Jubilife High School. It's not too far, and I already knew someone there: May. She's got the potential of becoming a pokemon trainer or even a coordinator.
Here, to begin working with pokemon, you have two options. Either earn a high school diploma, or wait until you are 25 years old. This is so that people don't simply drop school to begin training with pokemon, or else interest in other fields would severely drop.

Me? Sure, I was interested in working with pokemon, but I mean it wasn't my top priority. I wanted to finish school and then hopefully attend Sinnoh University. I was interested in sciences and math, specifically physics. Weird, I know. But I love that stuff!

As for sports, I played soccer and volleyball. I was the volleyball captain on my school team back in Pallet Town and I was also on the soccer team. Standing 6'1 helped a lot too.

Now that you know my story, let's continue, shall we?

I could hear the faint sound of the TV on downstairs and decided it was time to wake up. It was the Sunday before school started, and I was waking up at 7:30 am! Damn the cold September weather...

I got downstairs to see my mom watching the news. I quickly popped some toast into the toaster and took a seat at the table, staring at my books for tomorrow.

"Nervous?" Asked my mother.

To be honest, I really wasn't. I wasn't going there to impress anyone and it would be nice to see May again.

"Um, a little bit I guess"

"Completely normal. Don't worry, you'll be fine"

"Yeah, I know"

After lunch, I decided to spend the last remaining hours of my summer break taking a walk around the neighborhood and getting familiar with the place. After all, I had just moved here and I probably wouldn't have any time to do any of that during school, nor would I want to.

I spent countless hours discovering and testing my memory. By the time I got it right, it was already dusk and my legs were tired. I pulled out my phone to see 6:30 pm. Damn. I told mom I'd be back at 6.

After being told off and eating dinner, I went on my computer to find May online. I was about to talk to her when she beat me to it.

"Hey Ash! You all set for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, haha. Got my bag packed, map, and bus route"

"Great! Trust me, you'll love it here!"

I decided to hit the sack early. I had a big day tomorrow, first day of 11th grade. I made sure my goddamn window was closed, set my alarm, and went to bed.

The next morning was beautiful. I actually ended up waking up before my alarm, obviously due to the fact that I went to bed so early. Seeing such a sunny day excited me, until I came to my senses and remembered that today was my first day at a new high school. Great.

I had a light breakfast. "Dangerous," I thought. "You don't know what the hell they serve for lunch there". I quickly pushed the image of green burgers and moldy fries out of my head and headed out the door.

It wasn't until the bus had arrived that the butterflies really started to kick in. I got on and didn't recognize a soul. Also, most of the seats were taken, so I had to sit beside some smelly old man with a gray beard. Gross.

May got on at the next stop, so the butterflies died down. The person across from me got off, leaving two seats free. She sat and invited me to join her. I did.

"Oh my gosh, Ash, it's been since 5th grade! How are you?"

"Not bad, pretty nervous! I know I shouldn't be, I can't help it. Everything's so new to me!"

"Yeah, I hear you. When I moved here I was the same way. But it's great. I can't wait to introduce you to my friends!"

Great. New friends. The two words hit me like bullets. Meeting new people was fun and all, but I hated the fact that there was really no one that I could trust yet, no one to share secrets or feelings to, not even May. It takes a while to develop that kind of friendship, and I had to leave it all behind.

"Can't wait!" I semi-lied.

At the next stop, several people got on and got off. May was looking for something to show me, but I really wasn't interested. Probably some useless knickknack or something.

So I watched everyone get on, and I started to guess what they all were. He's definitely a jock, that guy looks nerdy, she's the ultimate goth.

Then I saw it. I remember this moment like it was yesterday. A slim, fit figure got on the bus. Her body was the kind that just looked so inviting to hug and hold; it looked almost comfortable in a way. Her long blue hair trailed behind her majestically. She smiled my way, and it took me a while to realize she was looking at May.

"Hey, May!" The girl said excitedly.

"CRAP!" I thought. "May knows her?" I could feel my palms get sweaty. Hell, even the back of my neck was sweaty. "I don't even know her, how is she doing this to me?"

"Hi Dawn! This is my friend Ash. He just moved here."

"Oh!" She said quickly, looking in my eyes for the smallest fraction of a second then looking back at May. "Nice to meet you!"

She shook my hand. A jolt sent through my body at contact. Either my hands were sweating double-time, or hers were sweating as well. I highly doubted that, so I let go as soon as possible.

"Hi" I said, barely audible. It was as if I hadn't spoken for years and I had finally said my first word. I couldn't tell you how embarrassed I was at the strange look she gave me, followed by the chuckle.

She sat near the back of the bus. "Good" I thought. "Not near me. Nervousness must be getting to me. This has never happened to me."

Girls and I had a strange relationship. I had never kissed a girl, but I had so many good friends who were girls back home. I really didn't understand it. I never pondered about it, though, as it never really bothered me.

Until now.