ShadowCloud62
Child at Heart
Yes, I am aware that I am working on Words of Farewell, but since I will be done with that soon, I have decided on starting a new fanfic.
It does have trainers *dodges flying knives* but it's NOT the typical trainer fic, I swear! Got this idea a long time ago, just don't think it might work...depends on reviews, I guess. ^_^;;;
Well, here's the prologue.
Prologue
It wasn't as bustling of a city like Lilycove City, yet it wasn't as quaint and peaceful as Littleroot Town either. Rustboro City was somewhat in between, an excellent mix of urbanism and countryside peace. There were buildings, tons of them, the roads were a light brown, the color of rocks and stones.
The Pokemon Academy was the one thing that added to Rustboro's calmly air to it. It was a rather large building, just a few blocks away from the far larger Rustboro Gym. It wasn't a house, it wasn't a mansion. The Academy was surrounded by a gate that prevented anyone from coming in and students sneaking out, and pleasant green trees that made the Academy seem like it was in a forest instead of smack in the middle of a city. The building was completely white, sharply contrasting to the brown streets and ground. The walkway towards the entrance was made of hard marble, the doors were carved mahogany wood. Right above the doors was a large clock. The windows were shined and always open.
Roxanne took a deep breath, standing up on her tiptoes for a few moments then lowering to her original height again. She stood in front of the open doors of the school, clutching her lesson planner tightly against her chest. She was wearing the usual outfit she wore, her short purple dress. It only went up to her thighs. Roxanne wore pink leggings, however, as to not look trashy. Her purple shoes added to her sweet ensemble, and her dark brown hair was in a single ponytail, much unlike her usual elegant pigtails. Taking another deep breath, Roxanne walked into the building.
***
The class was terribly noisy, throwing paper airplanes around, and yelling out pokemon's names as to help study for a quiz.
"Name a solid grass type pokemon!"
"Weepinbell!!"
"Nuh-uh, stupid, Weepinbell's part Poison type! Sunflora is an example of a pure Grass type!"
"Don't call me stupid, stupid! You don't even know what type Charmander is!!!"
The class started flinging pens and pencils at each other and arguing about who knew what. However, someone by the doorway cleared their throat, and the class immediately raced to their seats and became quiet, all straightening up.
Roxanne's face showed no expression, only her large, carnation colored eyes revealed her annoyed mood.
As she stood behind the teacher's desk, she finally spoke, her voice tight and tough,
"Good morning, class."
"Mornin', Miss Roxanne..." it was only a murmur.
"Now, come along, I can't hear you!" Roxanne exclaimed.
"Good morning, Miss Roxanne!" rang clearer through the class.
"All right, everyone, now I don't know what was going on before I came into the classroom, but I'm glad it has stopped!" Roxanne yelled out, making her students bow their heads in shame, "Now today's lesson,"--she slammed her lesson planner on the desk and opened it--"we'll be learning about the many different type match-ups!"
The class groaned simultaneously.
Roxanne's head shot up, her eyes narrowing, "Any problems with that?"
The class shut up, then spoke in unison, "No, Miss Roxanne!"
Roxanne smiled, "Good! Now everyone take out your textbooks and turn to page 394!!! I'll get the type diagram ready!"
I know, it doesn't look like much...but....it'll get better.
It does have trainers *dodges flying knives* but it's NOT the typical trainer fic, I swear! Got this idea a long time ago, just don't think it might work...depends on reviews, I guess. ^_^;;;
Well, here's the prologue.
Prologue
It wasn't as bustling of a city like Lilycove City, yet it wasn't as quaint and peaceful as Littleroot Town either. Rustboro City was somewhat in between, an excellent mix of urbanism and countryside peace. There were buildings, tons of them, the roads were a light brown, the color of rocks and stones.
The Pokemon Academy was the one thing that added to Rustboro's calmly air to it. It was a rather large building, just a few blocks away from the far larger Rustboro Gym. It wasn't a house, it wasn't a mansion. The Academy was surrounded by a gate that prevented anyone from coming in and students sneaking out, and pleasant green trees that made the Academy seem like it was in a forest instead of smack in the middle of a city. The building was completely white, sharply contrasting to the brown streets and ground. The walkway towards the entrance was made of hard marble, the doors were carved mahogany wood. Right above the doors was a large clock. The windows were shined and always open.
Roxanne took a deep breath, standing up on her tiptoes for a few moments then lowering to her original height again. She stood in front of the open doors of the school, clutching her lesson planner tightly against her chest. She was wearing the usual outfit she wore, her short purple dress. It only went up to her thighs. Roxanne wore pink leggings, however, as to not look trashy. Her purple shoes added to her sweet ensemble, and her dark brown hair was in a single ponytail, much unlike her usual elegant pigtails. Taking another deep breath, Roxanne walked into the building.
***
The class was terribly noisy, throwing paper airplanes around, and yelling out pokemon's names as to help study for a quiz.
"Name a solid grass type pokemon!"
"Weepinbell!!"
"Nuh-uh, stupid, Weepinbell's part Poison type! Sunflora is an example of a pure Grass type!"
"Don't call me stupid, stupid! You don't even know what type Charmander is!!!"
The class started flinging pens and pencils at each other and arguing about who knew what. However, someone by the doorway cleared their throat, and the class immediately raced to their seats and became quiet, all straightening up.
Roxanne's face showed no expression, only her large, carnation colored eyes revealed her annoyed mood.
As she stood behind the teacher's desk, she finally spoke, her voice tight and tough,
"Good morning, class."
"Mornin', Miss Roxanne..." it was only a murmur.
"Now, come along, I can't hear you!" Roxanne exclaimed.
"Good morning, Miss Roxanne!" rang clearer through the class.
"All right, everyone, now I don't know what was going on before I came into the classroom, but I'm glad it has stopped!" Roxanne yelled out, making her students bow their heads in shame, "Now today's lesson,"--she slammed her lesson planner on the desk and opened it--"we'll be learning about the many different type match-ups!"
The class groaned simultaneously.
Roxanne's head shot up, her eyes narrowing, "Any problems with that?"
The class shut up, then spoke in unison, "No, Miss Roxanne!"
Roxanne smiled, "Good! Now everyone take out your textbooks and turn to page 394!!! I'll get the type diagram ready!"
I know, it doesn't look like much...but....it'll get better.
