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More than Seven Hundred years ago one of the very first Pokémon Academies was founded, the Snowpoint College. It was made by a Champion after an epidemic had wiped out half the Pokémon population and many Pokémon Knights (what we now call Trainers) had no Pokémon. He opened the Academy in the middle of the quiet Snowpoint city and it offered free education to the masses. The years went by and gradually fee paying members entered the community up to a point where only a small hard core of "scholars" remained being given free education.
Red writing indicates Sam Hancock
Black writing indicates Reece Enfield
Light Blue writing indicates Derek
I stepped out of his Mum's car, dragging out a bag. My brother, Simon, came out the other side. I walked around to the back of the coupé and opened the boot. There were four suitcases in the boot. Two were mine, two were my brother's.
"This is Marble House, where your house is," Simon said to me. I was in my first year at the Snowpoint College and I had been placed in Eevee, where all the first years started. After that they would go into one of the senior houses for the remaining four years of their time at the school. Simon was in Jolteon where they prepared from ordinary jobs that involved Pokémon. I wanted to go into Flareon where they specialised in battling. It was one of the most popular of the Houses along with Jolteon and Vaporeon, where Co-ordinators went. I lugged my pair of suitcases out of the boot and wheeled them up to Marble House, where Eevee was. It was the original Boarding House, where once all students at Snowpoint would have gone to lived, going to school in the complex across the road. The building was impressive, with an old Greek facade of Corinthian collumns. Simon walked up to me.
"I'll see you around I guess. The students' entrance is on the left of the main entrance. You'll find a massive sheet of paper with all the students names on them. See you, Sam!" he said before closing the boot and climbed back into the car. I walked round to find a wooden door, propped open by a stone. A group of people were gathered in the courtyard by the entrance, all chatting. I shuffled past them to a large notice on a wall where Simon had said our dorms would be listed. I looked for my name and found it.
I looked at the names around mine. Simon had told me that he had been in Lilipup. I wondered if it mattered at all or whether it was just a way to sort us out. Probably the latter. Someone nudged me out the way. He read the sheet, his finger falling on the name Reece Enfield.
"So, I'm in Munchlax," he said to himself. He noticed me and turned to face me. "Which dorm are you in?" he asked.
"I'm in Munchlax too. Shall we find it together? My brother said that the dorms were all on the first floor." With that we pushed a door open and trudged our way up the steps. Reece, as he confirmed his name to be, didn't have as much luggage as I did and helped me with my own. I remembered coming here to drop my brother off on his first day and was able to find my way to Lilipup. Luckily Munchlax was placed right next to it and Reece held the door open as I dragged my cases in.
The dorm consisted of five beds arranged in two rows along the room. Each bed was slightly elevated from the floor so that one could leave their suitcases under the bed. Reece and I were the first people in the dorm. I quickly unloaded mine into the cupboard, using the same system that I used at home, and sat on the bed.
"So, where are you from?" I asked Reece as he struggled with a pile of white shirts. He was tall, a good head taller than me, and very skinny, like he had been stretched.
"I came from Kanto. My Dad went here as a kid and wanted me to come here too," he replied. My brother had said that people from far and wide came to Snowpoint just for the well-balanced education that they offered.
"I'm from Sunnyshore City in Southern Sinnoh. My brother goes here too, he's in his third year," I explained. This raised an eyebrow from Reece.
"Do you know what we do after unpacking?" he asked.
"My brother said that we meet our mentors. They're second years who help us around the school for the first few weeks until we get used to it," I replied. We kept on talking for a while, listening to each other's stoies, laughing at their jokes. Our heads turned as the door opened.
I walked along the passages of Marble House, looking for Munchlax Dorm. It was immature, really, to name dorms after Pokémon.
I agree. Abra said inside my head.
Shut up. There might be other Psychic-types in this complex. If they find out I've brought a Pokémon in here you'll be chucked out for sure. I replied. I swear that I could have felt the Poké Ball in my pocket flinch. Abra had been my companion for years and had been my only source of income in Snowpoint City. Thanks to him, I'd been able to pretend to be a Psychic to scam people out of their money. When that had failed Abra's Psychic powers had made him an excellent pickpocket. It had also been down to his training that I had passed the exam to get a full scholarship into Snowpoint College. I knew that with the proper education I had as much chance as any of these schmutts of getting a job. Once I had a good job I wouldn't have to sleep on the cold, icy streets of Snowpoint ever again. But the rules of the school were strict. You weren't allowed to bring in your own Pokémon under any conditions. So I had had to take Abra in secret. I nudged my rucksack further up my shoulder and carried on.
I finally found Munchlax Dorm and opened the door. Inside I found a pair of boys chatting. One was slim and very tall, while the other a tiny bit shorter, a mop of brown hair covering his forhead. They stopped their conversation as I entered.
"Hi, I'm Derek," I said. The shorter boy replied first, standing up as he did so.
"I'm Sam, and this is Reece. Have you seen the other two about?" he asked.
"No, I've just arrived," I replied. I set my backpack down on the one of the beds, pulling out my possesions. I set my toothbrush on the bedside table, my wallet in one of the drawers along and putting the rest under my bed.
"Don't you have any clothes for tomorrow?" the tall boy, Reece asked.
"My mentor's taking me to buy some today, as I couldn't get them outside of school," I replied. I was always a bit wary of telling the world about my poverty. I had been orphaned young and generally picked on because I had nowhere to sleep and no-one to stand up for me. I hoped that now because of my scholarship I'd be respected.
"Oh, I see. Which House do you want to go into later on?" Sam asked.
"I'm set for Glaceon." Glaceon was the scholars' house, where people could pursue any path that they wanted. The three teens talked for a while. I watched as Sam checked his watch.
"Christ, it's quarter to four. They've been giving out our Starters for quarter of an hour by now," he exclaimed. He jumped up from the bed and left.
"I guess we'd better go, I guess," Reece said before following his new friend.
They seem nice enough, Abra said inside of his head.
They do. I think that I'll make some good friends here, I replied.
Do you think that we'll be on the straight and narrow here? The Pokémon asked.
I hope so. I want a proper job and a house, not a permenant prison cell.