Ever thought that with its cliques and bitchiness the anime forum was sort of like a High School? I did...
Chapter 1: First impressions
As the morning sun was peering through his bedroom window, Piplup woke up. For an instant, he lingered there unwilling to leave the warmth and comfort of his sheets. He looked around the room and saw what he dreaded most. On his desk laid a brand new school uniform. Fighting the weight of his sheets and his fears Piplup rose from his bed and went to the bathroom. Not even the warm water falling like raindrops on his face could quell his nervousness. Today was the first day at his new school
“Why did we have to move here,” said the distraught penguin, “Now I have to start in a new high school and I don’t even know anybody.”
Piplup’s father had recently been transferred from Serebiipolis to Bulbagarden City and the move had forced Piplup to transfer to Emina Murof High School in the middle of his senior. As he turned the water off, Piplup was plagued with doubts and fears.
“What if nobody likes me?” thought Piplup, “What if they all hate me?”
As he tried quelling the voices in his head, he quickly went back to his room and started to put on the uniform. He abhorred formal wear and preferred the comfort of casual wear. As he button his white shirt and put on his blue tie, Piplup felt uncomfortable in his new attire.
“I’ll never get used to this,” he thought.
After he had finished dressing up, Piplup ran down the stairs and caught a quick breakfast. He didn’t want to be late on his first day so he hurried to catch the bus. Half an hour later, Piplup had arrived to his new school.
“Now or never,” he whispered to himself.
He started walking towards the tall building made entirely of red bricks. As he wandered the luscious green school campus, he was taken aback by its peacefulness. After all, it’s not the campus that worried him; it was the people in it. As he pushed the doors open and entered the school itself, he gazed at the green walls. Books in hand, he walked down the corridor, unsure of where he was going.
He searched his jacket pocket to find his schedule to see in which classroom he needed to go to attend his first class. After wandering aimlessly in the school corridors for a few minutes, he finally found the classroom for his Pokemon Anime History Class. When he entered the class, he looked around and only saw one empty seat near the windows in the back. As he was sitting down, the teacher entered the room and closed the door behind her. As she walked towards the blackboard, her long red hair gracefully flowed behind her.
“Good morning class,” said the enthusiastic teacher, “First order of business we have a new student joining us today. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”
Piplup raised his hand. While he was confident, he felt a bit unnerved by all his fellow students staring back at him.
“Hi, my name is Piplup”
“Thank you. Now has everybody done their homework and watch this week’s episode?” asked the teacher before adding in a dejected tone, “Yes Nickstr…”
Piplup turned to see one of three short haired girls in the background raise her hand. They all sported red hair tied in a side ponytail.
“I didn’t watch the episode because it just sounded so lame,” said the girl who had raised her hand in a defiant manner, “The show sucks so much since Misty’s gone.”
“Here we go again,” said one of the male students on near the front of the class, “each week, it’s the same story.”
Piplup looked at the student. He was wearing a jacket with the school’s colors, obviously representing one of his sports teams. Piplup was immediately taken aback by his angular jaw line and strong shoulders. The penguin kept devouring him with his eyes like a starving sumo wrestler in front of an all you can eat buffet. He wanted to nibble on his earlobes. He wanted to spread melted chocolate and whipped cream all over his alabaster skin and to lick it clean. The complaining in the back of the class brought him back to reality.
“Oh, I hate it here,” replied Nickstr, “I should just transfer to a school where I won’t be so victimized for always bringing up Misty even if she hasn’t been on the show in the past five years. See, Ms. Musashi, this is what always happens, people just continuously bash us.”
The other two fiery red-haired girls sitting beside Nickstr nodded in agreement.
“Moving on children,” replied a disgruntled Ms. Musashi, “Now please open your textbooks to chapter 54 where we will discuss the Rocketshipping hints in this week’s episode.”
Piplup felt a bit panicked since he hadn’t yet bought the books for his classes. He looked left and right, hoping to find a solution to his problem.
“Here,” said a feminine voice coming from his left, “You can follow with me.”
Piplup stared at the girl next to him. She was wearing red stilettos that complemented her black mini-skirt and here white blouse. Piplup immediately felt a wave of sympathy from her, a certain connection.
“My name’s Itera,” said the smiling beauty holding a textbook, “I’m the captain of the cheerleading squad here.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied the penguin, barely noticing the girl next to him.
He kept staring at the chiselled jock a few rows in front of him.
“Who is he?” asked Piplup to Itera.
“That’s Gliscor’d,” replied Itera matter-of-factly, “He’s the captain of the football team here, but nobody pays him that much attention.”
“Why?” tentatively asked Piplup, “He seems like a nice guy. Well, better than the three girls in the back?”
“Who?” said Itera, “Oh you mean Nickstr, Pokemonfan132 and Crackfox? We call them the Misties. They are so hung up on the fact that their favourite character left the show that they basically only spend their time complaining. Thing is, they’re a lot like Scott.”
“How so?” replied Piplup, clearly wanting
“Wait a few minutes and you’ll find out,” said Itera, devilishly smirking.
Piplup instinctively felt unnerved by Itera’s grin. Even though she’d been kind with him, he suddenly felt very mistrustful. Meanwhile in front, Ms. Musashi continued her class on recent anime events for a few minutes, seemingly using the flimsiest excuse to discuss the love life of her two favourite characters. As the bell rang, she stopped herself to hand out this week’s assignment.
“Now class, I’d like you to write a 750 words essay on what you expect from the Johto starters in the Sinnoh League.”
“Pffft. That’s a joke,” said Gliscor’d, “I don’t expect anything from them. They’re weak and boring and it just feels like a slap in the face to the Kanto and Hoenn teams that they’ll be used.”
Piplup suddenly realized what Itera meant. Gliscor’d was totally stuck in the past, enamoured by fictional characters to the point where he was bashing any other characters for just being mentioned. Piplup felt an anger boiling inside him, an incontrollable urge to set the record straight.
Piplup rose from his desk and started firing back arguments at the smug jock, desperately wanting to close out all the falsehoods and propaganda Gliscor’d had spewed. He couldn’t stop himself and went on and on to the point that one would need not sheet of paper but a wall to write down every word the Penguin had said.
“Why does this always happen to me?” thought the penguin, “Why do I always fall at first sight with guys who turn out to be jerks?”
With tears streaming down his face he stopped and shot a defiant look at Gliscor’d. The expression on the football player’s face was inscrutable. In his yellow eyes that made Piplup melt, the penguin saw a mixture of confusion, respect and anger. But there was something else there, something that Piplup had not expected to see. As Gliscor’d briefly flashed a smile at him, Piplup thought he saw attraction in the jock’s eyes.
“Things have just gotten a whole lot more complicated,” thought the lovestruck Piplup.
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Next time on Lessons in Love, gym class turns into an emotional minefield as Piplup meets the rest of Itera's friends; the dim Hestia, the straight-up bitch Gibly-Sue and the latin diva Sombra. Also, as in every high school series, gym class means shower scenes filled with loads of unresolved sexual tension...
Chapter 1: First impressions
As the morning sun was peering through his bedroom window, Piplup woke up. For an instant, he lingered there unwilling to leave the warmth and comfort of his sheets. He looked around the room and saw what he dreaded most. On his desk laid a brand new school uniform. Fighting the weight of his sheets and his fears Piplup rose from his bed and went to the bathroom. Not even the warm water falling like raindrops on his face could quell his nervousness. Today was the first day at his new school
“Why did we have to move here,” said the distraught penguin, “Now I have to start in a new high school and I don’t even know anybody.”
Piplup’s father had recently been transferred from Serebiipolis to Bulbagarden City and the move had forced Piplup to transfer to Emina Murof High School in the middle of his senior. As he turned the water off, Piplup was plagued with doubts and fears.
“What if nobody likes me?” thought Piplup, “What if they all hate me?”
As he tried quelling the voices in his head, he quickly went back to his room and started to put on the uniform. He abhorred formal wear and preferred the comfort of casual wear. As he button his white shirt and put on his blue tie, Piplup felt uncomfortable in his new attire.
“I’ll never get used to this,” he thought.
After he had finished dressing up, Piplup ran down the stairs and caught a quick breakfast. He didn’t want to be late on his first day so he hurried to catch the bus. Half an hour later, Piplup had arrived to his new school.
“Now or never,” he whispered to himself.
He started walking towards the tall building made entirely of red bricks. As he wandered the luscious green school campus, he was taken aback by its peacefulness. After all, it’s not the campus that worried him; it was the people in it. As he pushed the doors open and entered the school itself, he gazed at the green walls. Books in hand, he walked down the corridor, unsure of where he was going.
He searched his jacket pocket to find his schedule to see in which classroom he needed to go to attend his first class. After wandering aimlessly in the school corridors for a few minutes, he finally found the classroom for his Pokemon Anime History Class. When he entered the class, he looked around and only saw one empty seat near the windows in the back. As he was sitting down, the teacher entered the room and closed the door behind her. As she walked towards the blackboard, her long red hair gracefully flowed behind her.
“Good morning class,” said the enthusiastic teacher, “First order of business we have a new student joining us today. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”
Piplup raised his hand. While he was confident, he felt a bit unnerved by all his fellow students staring back at him.
“Hi, my name is Piplup”
“Thank you. Now has everybody done their homework and watch this week’s episode?” asked the teacher before adding in a dejected tone, “Yes Nickstr…”
Piplup turned to see one of three short haired girls in the background raise her hand. They all sported red hair tied in a side ponytail.
“I didn’t watch the episode because it just sounded so lame,” said the girl who had raised her hand in a defiant manner, “The show sucks so much since Misty’s gone.”
“Here we go again,” said one of the male students on near the front of the class, “each week, it’s the same story.”
Piplup looked at the student. He was wearing a jacket with the school’s colors, obviously representing one of his sports teams. Piplup was immediately taken aback by his angular jaw line and strong shoulders. The penguin kept devouring him with his eyes like a starving sumo wrestler in front of an all you can eat buffet. He wanted to nibble on his earlobes. He wanted to spread melted chocolate and whipped cream all over his alabaster skin and to lick it clean. The complaining in the back of the class brought him back to reality.
“Oh, I hate it here,” replied Nickstr, “I should just transfer to a school where I won’t be so victimized for always bringing up Misty even if she hasn’t been on the show in the past five years. See, Ms. Musashi, this is what always happens, people just continuously bash us.”
The other two fiery red-haired girls sitting beside Nickstr nodded in agreement.
“Moving on children,” replied a disgruntled Ms. Musashi, “Now please open your textbooks to chapter 54 where we will discuss the Rocketshipping hints in this week’s episode.”
Piplup felt a bit panicked since he hadn’t yet bought the books for his classes. He looked left and right, hoping to find a solution to his problem.
“Here,” said a feminine voice coming from his left, “You can follow with me.”
Piplup stared at the girl next to him. She was wearing red stilettos that complemented her black mini-skirt and here white blouse. Piplup immediately felt a wave of sympathy from her, a certain connection.
“My name’s Itera,” said the smiling beauty holding a textbook, “I’m the captain of the cheerleading squad here.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied the penguin, barely noticing the girl next to him.
He kept staring at the chiselled jock a few rows in front of him.
“Who is he?” asked Piplup to Itera.
“That’s Gliscor’d,” replied Itera matter-of-factly, “He’s the captain of the football team here, but nobody pays him that much attention.”
“Why?” tentatively asked Piplup, “He seems like a nice guy. Well, better than the three girls in the back?”
“Who?” said Itera, “Oh you mean Nickstr, Pokemonfan132 and Crackfox? We call them the Misties. They are so hung up on the fact that their favourite character left the show that they basically only spend their time complaining. Thing is, they’re a lot like Scott.”
“How so?” replied Piplup, clearly wanting
“Wait a few minutes and you’ll find out,” said Itera, devilishly smirking.
Piplup instinctively felt unnerved by Itera’s grin. Even though she’d been kind with him, he suddenly felt very mistrustful. Meanwhile in front, Ms. Musashi continued her class on recent anime events for a few minutes, seemingly using the flimsiest excuse to discuss the love life of her two favourite characters. As the bell rang, she stopped herself to hand out this week’s assignment.
“Now class, I’d like you to write a 750 words essay on what you expect from the Johto starters in the Sinnoh League.”
“Pffft. That’s a joke,” said Gliscor’d, “I don’t expect anything from them. They’re weak and boring and it just feels like a slap in the face to the Kanto and Hoenn teams that they’ll be used.”
Piplup suddenly realized what Itera meant. Gliscor’d was totally stuck in the past, enamoured by fictional characters to the point where he was bashing any other characters for just being mentioned. Piplup felt an anger boiling inside him, an incontrollable urge to set the record straight.
Piplup rose from his desk and started firing back arguments at the smug jock, desperately wanting to close out all the falsehoods and propaganda Gliscor’d had spewed. He couldn’t stop himself and went on and on to the point that one would need not sheet of paper but a wall to write down every word the Penguin had said.
“Why does this always happen to me?” thought the penguin, “Why do I always fall at first sight with guys who turn out to be jerks?”
With tears streaming down his face he stopped and shot a defiant look at Gliscor’d. The expression on the football player’s face was inscrutable. In his yellow eyes that made Piplup melt, the penguin saw a mixture of confusion, respect and anger. But there was something else there, something that Piplup had not expected to see. As Gliscor’d briefly flashed a smile at him, Piplup thought he saw attraction in the jock’s eyes.
“Things have just gotten a whole lot more complicated,” thought the lovestruck Piplup.
- - - - -
Next time on Lessons in Love, gym class turns into an emotional minefield as Piplup meets the rest of Itera's friends; the dim Hestia, the straight-up bitch Gibly-Sue and the latin diva Sombra. Also, as in every high school series, gym class means shower scenes filled with loads of unresolved sexual tension...
