OK, from the title of this story, you can probably guess what this is about. The main character is a fourteen year old boy. However, this happens quite some time after Ash was a trainer If you want to have your characters in this, then send me a PM with their details. Things like Their name, age, appearance, personality, Pokemon team and what role you want them to have in the story (Teacher, enemy or friend etc. I can't guarantee that they'll be that role, but I'll try). But for now, let the story... begin.
Chapter 1: Entrance to the Academy
When Paul woke up, he could hear raindrops on the roof. They were falling light and slow and Paul counted them until only the steady drips from the branch above the house was left. When even they had stopped, he grinned and leapt out of bed. Until then he had contained his excitement but if he held it in any longer then he knew that he'd explode. He only had one thought, sounding in his head like the sound of a million storms.
I'm going to the Pokemon Academy
Pokemon Academy was a school for Pokemon Trainers near Pallet Town. Not only would it train you, but based on the results of your Personality Test which you gave in with the entrance exam, it could give you almost any Pokemon. Most Trainers who graduated from the Academy became grandmasters. That was why everyone wanted to get in to it.
Paul quickly surveyed himself in the mirror. He swept his long, blond hair away from his green eyes and grinned.
After waiting for four long months, the Academy had finally announced that they had accepted him for the school. Everyone Paul knew dreamed of getting in and he had been chosen. The thought of his friends temporarily saddened him as he realized he wouldn't see them for a long time but at least he could make new friends at the Academy.
Paul ran downstairs, taking the steps three at a time. He sprinted into the Kitchen where his parents were talking. His father, who was sitting reading the paper, broke off in the middle of a sentence and grinned at Paul.
"Well Pauly, today's the day you head off to the Academy." he boomed. Normally both his father's abnormally loud voice and the nickname "Pauly" annoyed him but today nothing could knock his stride. At that moment, his mother, who had been cooking pancakes, burst into tears and rushed over to him.
Before he could react she had embraced him and was saying how much she'd miss him, telling him to make sure he had everything and other tearful suggestions. As Paul blushed, colour rushing to his pale cheeks, his father got up and put a hand on his mother's shoulder.
"Now, now Dora. We knew Paul was always meant to be a trainer and now we've got to accept it." he said soothingly. Paul's mom sniffed and tried to say something but it got caught in her throat. Still blushing, Paul put a hand on her arm.
"Mom, I won't be gone all the time. I'll come visit during the Summer and I'll write loads of letters." he reassured. As his mother stopped crying, a clock on the wall chimed and a wooden Noctowl popped out. It cooed and flapped its wings several times before retreating into the clock again.
"Well look at the time. Paul, you'd better eat quickly, the bus will be here in twenty minutes." said his father. Surprised at how little time was left, Paul ran over to the cooker, grabbed a few pancakes, and quickly began to eat. He had just finished scarfing down his food when a loud beep came from outside.
"That'll be the bus Pauly. You'd better go." said his dad, while his mom burst into tears again. Deep down, Paul knew his dad was upset as well, but he was a lot better at hiding it. As the beep came again, Paul grabbed a pack full of his things and ran outside.
The bus was a hideous shade of orange with a white banner on the side. The banner had two Alakazam spoons, the Academy's logo on it. As Paul got on he looked out the window at the street he had lived on his whole life. He felt sad knowing he wouldn't see it for almost a year, but he had been prepared for this moment for a long time. He only stared out a minute before heading toward an empty row of seats at the back.
As most of the people on the bus were determined to be great trainers, a good deal of them were buried in books about Pokemon. As soon as he sat down, Paul took out his own book. "A Guide to Combos: The Strongest Attacks". It was all about judging when to use combos and how to use them to get a huge edge in battle. Paul had always been fascinated by combos and he was quickly absorbed in it.
Paul was so interested in his book that before he knew it, the bus stopped and the driver called back "Pokemon Academy. Get off the bus." Paul started and looked out the window. He could see several more buses and beyond them, was the Academy. It was a perfect, white building and the logo was on the front. Behind the logo was a Pokeball. Apart from the huge main building with the logo, there were two smaller extensions on the sides. He could also see a few other buildings scattered around the area.
After a second of examining the buildings, Paul stuffed his book into his pack and joined the stream of kids getting off the bus. A tall man with grey hair was standing there, waiting for them. His face was slightly creased and he looked a bit weary. As the last of the children got off the bus, he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Hello children. Welcome to Pokemon Academy. I am the vice principal, Mr. Falroy. I'll take you to get your Pokemon now. Come with me." he said briefly, and Paul noticed that his voice had no emotion at all. As the children followed him to one of the larger buildings, Block D according to the sign, many of them muttered quietly to each other.
When they reached the building Mr. Falroy ushered them all inside. They filed into a small room with rows of seats. Mr. Falroy gestured for them to sit down and then called ut a name.
"Aberdeen, Joseph." he called and a short, slightly overweight boy stood up. The boy had short red hair and baby blue eyes. He had a slight tan and a lot of freckles. Mr. Falroy ushered him into a room and followed him in, closing the door behind him. It briefly crossed Paul's mind that Mr. Falroy hadn't read from a clipboard but must have called the name from memory.
Soon the boy came out and told a young girl to go in. It proceeded like this for a long time, name after name until finally it was his turn. A boy slightly older than him came out and told him to go in. He stood up, took a deep breath, and walked into the room.
Paul was surprised by the interior of the room. He had expected it to be like an office but in reality it was just a plain room with only one object in it. A huge machine covered in blinking light and buttons. Standing in front of them machine was Mr. Falroy.
With no emotion what so ever, Mr. Falroy said "Langler, Paul. Hold on one moment." Paul saw him push several buttons on a small control pad and many of the lights started blinking furiously. Mr. Falroy pressed another button and the beeping stopped, replaced with a whirring sound. After what seemed like an eternity, the noise stopped and a Pokeball popped out of a slot. Mr. Falroy caught, examined it for a moment and then threw it at Paul.
As Paul caught it, Mr. Falroy said "Please tell Michael Latro to come in." In a daze, Paul accepted. He walked out the door and called Michael's name without realizing it. Still in a trance he walked out the door and started towards the living block. He just shuffled up the halls and eventually reached his room. He briefly wondered who his room mate was but when he walked in it was clear that no one had been there yet.
Since his room mate wasn't there yet, he walked around the room and chose his bed. There were two plain beds and although there was plenty of space on the walls, nothing was hanging there. Beside each bed was a small bedside table and a small closet. There was also an en suite bathroom.
He chose the bed on the right side of the room and sat down on it. He rolled the Pokeball over in his hands, wondering what was in it. He moved his finger over the button and was about to press it when the door opened and his room mate walked in. Paul looked at him and recognized him as Joseph Aberdeen, the boy who had gotten his Pokemon first. Unlike Paul, Joseph had already opened his Pokeball and there was a Bellsprout standing next to him.
Joseph seemed surprised to find Paul there and stuttered “Oh. I d-d-didn’t e-expect you to alr-ready be here.” Somehow, Paul wasn’t surprised to hear the stutter. Deciding he might as well get to know his new room mate, Paul smiled.
“Hey. I’m Paul. You’re Joseph right?” he said confidently. Joseph nodded and shifted his weight to the left. The Bellsprout wobbled on the spot next to him. Paul couldn’t help but see a slight similarity between the two of them. It was at that moment that Joseph noticed the Pokeball in Paul’s hands.
“Hey. W-what Pokemon d-did you g-get?” he stammered. Paul looked down at the Pokeball in his hands and once again positioned his finger over the button. Hands shaking, he pushed down.
OK guys. Tell me what you think. I know it's a little short but I can't help that.