OOC: Here it is! The fic I was sure everyone would kill/flame me for is back. I originally wrote this in two days, but I've now made a few edits and alterations (such as Quinn's appearance) hence why it's a redux.
Volume One: Fall Semester
Quinn Ross
Dear Diary, this year has been a whirlwind @_@
When I look back on this time years later I will wonder how on earth I survived at all. I had to endure moving—and to a new region no less—a tough new school, a whole new environment, mean snobs, and of course all the good times and bad times in between. Yet, I came out alive and that’s saying something.
First off there was the move. We had to leave our big comfortable house in warm Johto and move to a hole of an apartment in icy cold Sinnoh. And I hated it. It was like being in some kind of weird asylum with the white walls and with the fact that my room had no windows. I didn’t complain though. My mom had just pulled herself out of the slump she’d been in for months after losing our house back in Johto and I wasn’t going to rock the boat.
The first day... I’m getting chill bumps just thinking about my first real day in Sinnoh. I got up the morning of my first day of school and put on the white, light blue, and black plaid skirt, black vest with the school’s emblem, and white shirt of my uniform. Veilstone High School was where I was headed. I didn’t know what the school had in store for me, but I thought I looked good in the uniform at any rate (the blue brought out my blue eyes). I pulled on my loafers, put on my glasses, and grabbed my bag, lunch, and sweater and headed out the door.
The cold air slapped me in the face. And I thought cities were supposed to be warmer than the surrounding areas! My thin sweater and the blazer of my school uniform REALLY didn’t help me, but it wasn’t like I had anything else to keep me warm. I would’ve given just about ANYTHING to take the trolley but I didn’t have money for the fare. The city itself was pretty cool (no pun intended). The skyline was just beautiful and I loved seeing the surrounding mountains. The rock walls I saw didn’t detract from the city at all but they were the reason why the city was so cold. All and all, I think I could grow to like Veilstone City, but even it couldn’t block the fact that I was so cold I was trembling.
Along the way, I found out that it was only Sinnoh’s weather that was cold—my new classmates were too. And man, they were spoiled brats! All they seem to talk about was material things. The upperclassmen were driving expensive cars slowly to make sure they were clearly seen. These people were obviously very rich. I should’ve known I was in trouble then.
I also noticed that most of the girls had on thick, black stockings to protect them from the cold. My bare legs were really taking a beating and I vowed to beg Mom to give me the money to buy stockings later. When I felt like I was going to freeze to death, I stepped into a coffee shop for warmth. I looked around the place and saw that everyone was staring at me like I had morphed into a Wobbuffet. The looks on everyone’s faces told me that I didn’t belong there and the day went downhill from there.
Gah, it was an awful day! Sorry, I got ahead of myself there. ^^;
When I first walked into the school, my jaw dropped. It was the nicest school I had ever seen. It was new and modern and very beautiful—much better than my old school. The bell rang for homeroom as soon as I stepped through the doors. I panicked as I realized I had no clue where my homeroom was. People were pushing and shoving me from all directions as I tried to clear my head. Then, I swallowed and stopped a girl who was walking with her guy friend. I kid you not, it went something like this:
Me: Oh, um, hey wow. It sure is uh, chaotic—
Girl: What do you want?
Me: Uh, um, I need you help because I’m con—
Girl: What do you want?
Me: Ineedhelpfindinghomeroom!
Girl: …what?
Me: ~heavy swallow~ I don’t know what room my homeroom is in.
Girl: It’s online, duh. Are you stupid or something?
And then she and her friend walked away and I KNOW I heard him say “idiot.” But I wasn’t going to let them get to me. All I needed to do was find a computer and get my schedule. Lucky for me, I found a module that was set up for schedules. I printed mine out and hurried to homeroom…ten minutes late.
The teachers at Veilstone don’t tolerate tardiness and I ended up with Saturday school detention my first day of school @_@. Yeah, that wasn’t the way I wanted to start my Veilstone High career. The rest of the class looked at me like I was some kind of freak. I half wished I’d never found homeroom.
Oh, and another thing about Veilstone High? The students are freaking intense! They are dead serious about their school work. I heard students bragging about how they were taking ten upper level classes. Yes, you heard right. T-E-N. They may think they’re smart, but I just found them crazy.
And if homeroom was bad, my math class was worse. It was pre-Calculus. I honestly thought they’d made a mistake on my schedule. How could I have pre-cal in 10th grade? And boy was I lost in that class. My teacher, Mr. Bach, may as well have been speaking a different language for all I understood.
Then he clicks a remote in his hand and says “Here’s a quiz to see what you remember.” Most of the class pulls out these expensive tablet laptops and folded them over. And the remainder pulled out futuristic pens. I felt remedial pulling out my #2 Pencil—and not even a mechanical one. The teacher gave the rest of us a hard copy of the quiz and told everyone to begin.
Needless to say, I didn’t understand a thing. I started making up stuff after a bit and I still managed to finish dead last. It was embarrassing as crap to pass my paper up at the end of it. There were these four people at the front, including this one girl who was really pretty and had a tall forehead. She had these death stare gray eyes. Well anyway, she and two of her friends laughed when they looked at my paper—the fourth one seemed to frown slightly. That really didn’t make me feel any better. I sunk low in my seat hoping no one would notice me…
The rest of the class went just as badly. I was utterly bored out of my SKULL. No one else in the class looked bored. In fact they looked completely focused. No one was daydreaming, no one was talking, in fact, no one was doing anything except listening to the teacher and take notes. It was so creepy! The very few questions that the students did have went completely over my head.
Finally when I couldn’t take it any more, I raised my hand and told the teacher I didn’t understand. He told me (very patronizingly no less) that it was simple math and that I should understand it. Half the class smirked and I could feel my face turn red. I packed up my things and walked out of the room.
Everything came rushing to me at once and I realized this year would be very, very rough. This school was for the cream of the crop: the smartest and the richest. And I was neither of those. It was really surprising that Veilstone was a public high school. My family never had much money, so sometimes even getting the little things was a struggle. I sighed and did a bit of exploring before my next class, English started.
When the bell finally did ring, I dragged my feet on the way to my next class and as a result, I was the last one to get there. And guess where the last seat was. That’s right. At the table with the pre-cal foursome. I grabbed that seat and sat down without looking at any of them. My teacher for this class was strict, but a lot nicer than Mr. Bach. But I was not pleased when I heard I’d have to be in a group with the foursome.
I signed my name on the roll sheet and found out that their names: Akira Yamakage, Miguela Cruz, Alicio Sandoval, and Carina Diaz but I wasn’t sure who was who yet…that didn’t come until after yet ANOTHER quiz. My teacher said that all we had to do was read the passage and answer questions. My first read through I found that the passage was unintelligible, so I read it again, and again, and again. To my surprise it started to make sense and after one final read through, I answered the questions. Sure, I was dead last to finish again, but I understood it and that was all that mattered.
The teachers asked us to go over our responses with our groups. After the girl on my right, the pretty dark haired girl with the green eyes commented on how oh so easy it was (rolly eyes), we got started. I was surprised to find that I had gotten the same answers as everyone else. Apparently I wasn’t the only one surprised. The girl with the piercing eyes turned to me and rudely asked if I cheated. I resolutely said no, saying that I would’ve finished at the same time as everyone else.
I was able to deduce who was who during the course of the conversation. Akira Yamakage was the one with the chin length black hair and gorgeous almond shaped eyes. Alicio Sandoval was the one with the golden eyes and short black hair. Miguela Cruz was the green eyed one and that left Carina Diaz as the girl who kept glaring at me.
Carina: *picks up the roll sheet* So you’re Quinn Ross.
Me: Yes
Carina: *Glares at me more
Me: … (This girl obviously hates me)
The class wasn’t all that bad I suppose but I was still desperate to leave. Carina, Alicio, and Miguela all put me through my paces as they drilled me about the answers I got. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Akira roll his eyes. He seemed to be a lot nicer than the other three but jury was still out of him…
Finally the bell rang. I looked down at my schedule and discovered that we’d be having an extended break to get IDs made (Wahoo!) and that included an extended lunch. I was the last one to leave class and I felt ever so slightly better than I did at the end of math class.
That feeling died as I walked to get my ID. I became self-conscious of how dirty and ratty my bag looked and how I didn’t have a nice manicure like all the girls had. My black hair wasn’t cut in a fashionable style and I certainly didn’t have the expensive accessories they had. I made sure to avoid looking into any reflective surface as I followed the crowd to auditorium where the IDs were being made.
FLASH! It was the brightest flash I’d had ever seen on a camera. I hoped dearly that I didn’t blink and have my eyes closed on my ID and thankfully they weren’t. The ID was completely transparent save for my picture, the school’s logo, and the strip on the back. Apparently the thing was my ID card, my library card, a trolley pass, an ATM card and whatever else I wanted it to be. Then it was time to head off to a lonely corner of the cafeteria where I hoped to be able to eat my pitiful lunch in peace.
But as I was about to leave the auditorium, I heard Miguela Cruz call out to me to come with them to the mall. Now my better judgment was telling me to get as far away from these people has I could, but that teeny part of me that wanted to make friends wouldn’t let me. So I found myself walking over to them.
Carina looked at me with nothing less than disgust as she eyed my pilly sweater and ratty bag. Alicio looked at me with this weird expression—like he wanted to study me or something o.o Akira looked mildly relieved that I was coming. I looked briefly into Miguela’s eyes to see if they were just messing with me and I was shocked. The girl’s eyes looked totally flat and dead. Like there was no life behind them whatsoever. I wondered if she had sold her soul to this school.
I immediately regretted going with them. Being indoors in the warm heat had made me forget how cold it was. Once again, the cold air ripped at my skin and especially my bare legs. Miguela, Alicio, and Carina stared at me. Alicio narrowed his eyes and asked me where my coat and stockings were. Carina being the sarcastic little brat that she was said that they were in the same place as my laptop and smart pen. I felt my face and neck grow hot. Akira just shook his head at the three of them and offered me his heavy brown coat.
I didn’t even think it was possible but my face and neck grew even hotter. No thank you, I said. Are you sure? Yes, thank you. Maybe Akira really wasn’t all the bad. BUT. He still associated with these three and I wasn’t going to let that one go so quickly. Along the way, I found out two things: that Carina, Miguela, and Alicio give themselves far too much credit and that I really hate this trio. They were the biggest overachievers I’d ever seen and yet, at Veilstone High School that made them the height of cool. And oh my goodness, they were nasty mean! They picked on so many people for so many things: they didn’t have enough money, they weren’t smart enough, they didn’t have the right attitude, they didn’t have the right “toys.”
Sheesh, by this point Akira and I had the same expression of “Someone…please. Kill me now.”
It wasn’t until we reached the mall that Carina said the one thing that infuriated me beyond anything else up till that point.
Carina: Yeah, I really think we should make Veilstone High School a private school. It’s time to officially raise the bar to keep out the indigent. Oh, and an admissions test wouldn’t hurt either. That would solve all the problems of the idiots at our school.
Me: …..
Carina: Oh did I hurt your feelings Quinn? I’m just giving my honest opinion. Your attire and your little meltdown in Pre-Cal this morning tells me you don’t belong at this school, and you never will. Plain and simple.
Alicio and Miguela: *Giggle
Akira: *facepalm Really? Really? Was that necessary at all?
Carina: Akira, really, I’d watch it if I were you. If you get associated with something like her, it could ruin you school career. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?
Carina brushed off the collar of her expensive coat that probably cost as much as three months rent. I’d had enough. Completely forgetting to “not let them get to me” and not even bothering to hear Akira’s response, I bolted down the long escalator into the underground mall. I was trying my very best to hold back the tears that were coming. I put as much distance between them and me as I possibly could. My breathing was still heavy as I sat down on a nearby bench.
Yep, that settled it. Carina was an evil witch and she was going to be the bane of my existence. Her two minions were just as bad. I looked around at the other students in the mall in their different uniforms and had the vague idea to switch schools because Veilstone High School was nuts. Then I noticed I was getting glares and later catcalls from other student. Apparently they hated my school as much as I did. I sighed and hung my head backward.
When I held my head back up, I saw Akira standing there. He asked if I was okay and I lied and said yes. Before I could open my mouth again, told me he in no way wanted to be associated with the trio, and I immediately believed him. He even offered to help me with Pre-cal which I accepted even faster which made him flash that megawatt smile of his. Akira sat down on the bench and we started talking. Turns out he was an outsider too, only he was from nice, warm Hoenn.
As we talked, I also found out he was a bit of a hippie. He was big into Pokémon rights, the environment, and healthy eating. I couldn’t recognize what in the world he was eating for lunch. And since I knew he wouldn’t laugh at me, I pulled out my peanut butter sandwich and juice box and ate my lunch on the bench next to him. After that we explored the mall for a bit.
The place was huge and it was easily the nicest mall ever. Akira and I picked up two artistically decorated shopping bags and watched a mall fashion show for a few minutes. But when I picked my shopping bag when we were about to leave, I found three pairs of the black stockings inside along with the receipt and a note that said, “Just so you don’t freeze to death” in neat cursive writing. Neither Akira nor I knew where they came from and neither of us recognized the handwriting, but I was grateful. Very grateful. Akira waited for me as I found a bathroom and put them on. The miracle material felt awesome against my skin and I felt so warm.
I dreaded going back to school when the time came, but I felt slightly better when I found out I had two more classes with Akira. And since we had zero desire to find Carina, Alicio, and Miguela (he hated them as much as I did), we walked back together. I didn’t know at the time why they had invited me along, but I didn’t care that much to be honest. It wasn’t like the whole trip was a waste like I thought it’d be: I did get stockings and someone to talk to out of the trip…even if I was humiliated first.
And since most of my classes went about the same, I’ll make this brief ^^
Current Affairs: Teacher gave us a run down of how tough the class would be and how we’d have to live up to Veilstone standards to pass. (…)
Biology and Pokézoology: Teacher gave us a run down of how tough the class would be how we’d have to live up to Veilstone standards to pass (Yeah…)
Film: Now this class was interesting. Since the school was rich, we had access to state of the art materials. Sure, the class would be tough but at least it was fun.
SAT prep: Too bad I can’t say the same for this class. Seriously, this class basically reiterates the point that you will be a failure at life if you don’t get a high score on your SATs and get into a good college; I hated the class within the first two minutes.
PE and nutrition: I’m glad I have this class at the end of the day to refresh myself after the torture chamber that was the previous class. Even the best gyms didn’t have as good equipment as we had in this class. We even had our own nutrition guides.
The good: the fact that I had Akira for Current Affairs and Biology. The bad: I had the trio in Current Affairs as well but thankfully no other classes with them. Three were enough, sheesh! The ugly: the fact that I got homework in every class except Film and PE. Akira told me what our Pre-Cal teacher had assigned and promised to help me if I’d get to school early the next morning. Hmm, maybe the day didn’t suck as much as I thought it did though it was far from the best (stupid Saturday school detention).
Holy crap, did I really just spend six pages writing about my first day of school? Well, I guess it was vivid in my mind. BUT HEY! The next entries probably won’t be this long. And if they are, they’ll cover more than one day.
So ends this entry,
Quinn Ross
Volume One: Fall Semester
Quinn Ross
Dear Diary, this year has been a whirlwind @_@
When I look back on this time years later I will wonder how on earth I survived at all. I had to endure moving—and to a new region no less—a tough new school, a whole new environment, mean snobs, and of course all the good times and bad times in between. Yet, I came out alive and that’s saying something.
First off there was the move. We had to leave our big comfortable house in warm Johto and move to a hole of an apartment in icy cold Sinnoh. And I hated it. It was like being in some kind of weird asylum with the white walls and with the fact that my room had no windows. I didn’t complain though. My mom had just pulled herself out of the slump she’d been in for months after losing our house back in Johto and I wasn’t going to rock the boat.
The first day... I’m getting chill bumps just thinking about my first real day in Sinnoh. I got up the morning of my first day of school and put on the white, light blue, and black plaid skirt, black vest with the school’s emblem, and white shirt of my uniform. Veilstone High School was where I was headed. I didn’t know what the school had in store for me, but I thought I looked good in the uniform at any rate (the blue brought out my blue eyes). I pulled on my loafers, put on my glasses, and grabbed my bag, lunch, and sweater and headed out the door.
The cold air slapped me in the face. And I thought cities were supposed to be warmer than the surrounding areas! My thin sweater and the blazer of my school uniform REALLY didn’t help me, but it wasn’t like I had anything else to keep me warm. I would’ve given just about ANYTHING to take the trolley but I didn’t have money for the fare. The city itself was pretty cool (no pun intended). The skyline was just beautiful and I loved seeing the surrounding mountains. The rock walls I saw didn’t detract from the city at all but they were the reason why the city was so cold. All and all, I think I could grow to like Veilstone City, but even it couldn’t block the fact that I was so cold I was trembling.
Along the way, I found out that it was only Sinnoh’s weather that was cold—my new classmates were too. And man, they were spoiled brats! All they seem to talk about was material things. The upperclassmen were driving expensive cars slowly to make sure they were clearly seen. These people were obviously very rich. I should’ve known I was in trouble then.
I also noticed that most of the girls had on thick, black stockings to protect them from the cold. My bare legs were really taking a beating and I vowed to beg Mom to give me the money to buy stockings later. When I felt like I was going to freeze to death, I stepped into a coffee shop for warmth. I looked around the place and saw that everyone was staring at me like I had morphed into a Wobbuffet. The looks on everyone’s faces told me that I didn’t belong there and the day went downhill from there.
Gah, it was an awful day! Sorry, I got ahead of myself there. ^^;
When I first walked into the school, my jaw dropped. It was the nicest school I had ever seen. It was new and modern and very beautiful—much better than my old school. The bell rang for homeroom as soon as I stepped through the doors. I panicked as I realized I had no clue where my homeroom was. People were pushing and shoving me from all directions as I tried to clear my head. Then, I swallowed and stopped a girl who was walking with her guy friend. I kid you not, it went something like this:
Me: Oh, um, hey wow. It sure is uh, chaotic—
Girl: What do you want?
Me: Uh, um, I need you help because I’m con—
Girl: What do you want?
Me: Ineedhelpfindinghomeroom!
Girl: …what?
Me: ~heavy swallow~ I don’t know what room my homeroom is in.
Girl: It’s online, duh. Are you stupid or something?
And then she and her friend walked away and I KNOW I heard him say “idiot.” But I wasn’t going to let them get to me. All I needed to do was find a computer and get my schedule. Lucky for me, I found a module that was set up for schedules. I printed mine out and hurried to homeroom…ten minutes late.
The teachers at Veilstone don’t tolerate tardiness and I ended up with Saturday school detention my first day of school @_@. Yeah, that wasn’t the way I wanted to start my Veilstone High career. The rest of the class looked at me like I was some kind of freak. I half wished I’d never found homeroom.
Oh, and another thing about Veilstone High? The students are freaking intense! They are dead serious about their school work. I heard students bragging about how they were taking ten upper level classes. Yes, you heard right. T-E-N. They may think they’re smart, but I just found them crazy.
And if homeroom was bad, my math class was worse. It was pre-Calculus. I honestly thought they’d made a mistake on my schedule. How could I have pre-cal in 10th grade? And boy was I lost in that class. My teacher, Mr. Bach, may as well have been speaking a different language for all I understood.
Then he clicks a remote in his hand and says “Here’s a quiz to see what you remember.” Most of the class pulls out these expensive tablet laptops and folded them over. And the remainder pulled out futuristic pens. I felt remedial pulling out my #2 Pencil—and not even a mechanical one. The teacher gave the rest of us a hard copy of the quiz and told everyone to begin.
Needless to say, I didn’t understand a thing. I started making up stuff after a bit and I still managed to finish dead last. It was embarrassing as crap to pass my paper up at the end of it. There were these four people at the front, including this one girl who was really pretty and had a tall forehead. She had these death stare gray eyes. Well anyway, she and two of her friends laughed when they looked at my paper—the fourth one seemed to frown slightly. That really didn’t make me feel any better. I sunk low in my seat hoping no one would notice me…
The rest of the class went just as badly. I was utterly bored out of my SKULL. No one else in the class looked bored. In fact they looked completely focused. No one was daydreaming, no one was talking, in fact, no one was doing anything except listening to the teacher and take notes. It was so creepy! The very few questions that the students did have went completely over my head.
Finally when I couldn’t take it any more, I raised my hand and told the teacher I didn’t understand. He told me (very patronizingly no less) that it was simple math and that I should understand it. Half the class smirked and I could feel my face turn red. I packed up my things and walked out of the room.
Everything came rushing to me at once and I realized this year would be very, very rough. This school was for the cream of the crop: the smartest and the richest. And I was neither of those. It was really surprising that Veilstone was a public high school. My family never had much money, so sometimes even getting the little things was a struggle. I sighed and did a bit of exploring before my next class, English started.
When the bell finally did ring, I dragged my feet on the way to my next class and as a result, I was the last one to get there. And guess where the last seat was. That’s right. At the table with the pre-cal foursome. I grabbed that seat and sat down without looking at any of them. My teacher for this class was strict, but a lot nicer than Mr. Bach. But I was not pleased when I heard I’d have to be in a group with the foursome.
I signed my name on the roll sheet and found out that their names: Akira Yamakage, Miguela Cruz, Alicio Sandoval, and Carina Diaz but I wasn’t sure who was who yet…that didn’t come until after yet ANOTHER quiz. My teacher said that all we had to do was read the passage and answer questions. My first read through I found that the passage was unintelligible, so I read it again, and again, and again. To my surprise it started to make sense and after one final read through, I answered the questions. Sure, I was dead last to finish again, but I understood it and that was all that mattered.
The teachers asked us to go over our responses with our groups. After the girl on my right, the pretty dark haired girl with the green eyes commented on how oh so easy it was (rolly eyes), we got started. I was surprised to find that I had gotten the same answers as everyone else. Apparently I wasn’t the only one surprised. The girl with the piercing eyes turned to me and rudely asked if I cheated. I resolutely said no, saying that I would’ve finished at the same time as everyone else.
I was able to deduce who was who during the course of the conversation. Akira Yamakage was the one with the chin length black hair and gorgeous almond shaped eyes. Alicio Sandoval was the one with the golden eyes and short black hair. Miguela Cruz was the green eyed one and that left Carina Diaz as the girl who kept glaring at me.
Carina: *picks up the roll sheet* So you’re Quinn Ross.
Me: Yes
Carina: *Glares at me more
Me: … (This girl obviously hates me)
The class wasn’t all that bad I suppose but I was still desperate to leave. Carina, Alicio, and Miguela all put me through my paces as they drilled me about the answers I got. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Akira roll his eyes. He seemed to be a lot nicer than the other three but jury was still out of him…
Finally the bell rang. I looked down at my schedule and discovered that we’d be having an extended break to get IDs made (Wahoo!) and that included an extended lunch. I was the last one to leave class and I felt ever so slightly better than I did at the end of math class.
That feeling died as I walked to get my ID. I became self-conscious of how dirty and ratty my bag looked and how I didn’t have a nice manicure like all the girls had. My black hair wasn’t cut in a fashionable style and I certainly didn’t have the expensive accessories they had. I made sure to avoid looking into any reflective surface as I followed the crowd to auditorium where the IDs were being made.
FLASH! It was the brightest flash I’d had ever seen on a camera. I hoped dearly that I didn’t blink and have my eyes closed on my ID and thankfully they weren’t. The ID was completely transparent save for my picture, the school’s logo, and the strip on the back. Apparently the thing was my ID card, my library card, a trolley pass, an ATM card and whatever else I wanted it to be. Then it was time to head off to a lonely corner of the cafeteria where I hoped to be able to eat my pitiful lunch in peace.
But as I was about to leave the auditorium, I heard Miguela Cruz call out to me to come with them to the mall. Now my better judgment was telling me to get as far away from these people has I could, but that teeny part of me that wanted to make friends wouldn’t let me. So I found myself walking over to them.
Carina looked at me with nothing less than disgust as she eyed my pilly sweater and ratty bag. Alicio looked at me with this weird expression—like he wanted to study me or something o.o Akira looked mildly relieved that I was coming. I looked briefly into Miguela’s eyes to see if they were just messing with me and I was shocked. The girl’s eyes looked totally flat and dead. Like there was no life behind them whatsoever. I wondered if she had sold her soul to this school.
I immediately regretted going with them. Being indoors in the warm heat had made me forget how cold it was. Once again, the cold air ripped at my skin and especially my bare legs. Miguela, Alicio, and Carina stared at me. Alicio narrowed his eyes and asked me where my coat and stockings were. Carina being the sarcastic little brat that she was said that they were in the same place as my laptop and smart pen. I felt my face and neck grow hot. Akira just shook his head at the three of them and offered me his heavy brown coat.
I didn’t even think it was possible but my face and neck grew even hotter. No thank you, I said. Are you sure? Yes, thank you. Maybe Akira really wasn’t all the bad. BUT. He still associated with these three and I wasn’t going to let that one go so quickly. Along the way, I found out two things: that Carina, Miguela, and Alicio give themselves far too much credit and that I really hate this trio. They were the biggest overachievers I’d ever seen and yet, at Veilstone High School that made them the height of cool. And oh my goodness, they were nasty mean! They picked on so many people for so many things: they didn’t have enough money, they weren’t smart enough, they didn’t have the right attitude, they didn’t have the right “toys.”
Sheesh, by this point Akira and I had the same expression of “Someone…please. Kill me now.”
It wasn’t until we reached the mall that Carina said the one thing that infuriated me beyond anything else up till that point.
Carina: Yeah, I really think we should make Veilstone High School a private school. It’s time to officially raise the bar to keep out the indigent. Oh, and an admissions test wouldn’t hurt either. That would solve all the problems of the idiots at our school.
Me: …..
Carina: Oh did I hurt your feelings Quinn? I’m just giving my honest opinion. Your attire and your little meltdown in Pre-Cal this morning tells me you don’t belong at this school, and you never will. Plain and simple.
Alicio and Miguela: *Giggle
Akira: *facepalm Really? Really? Was that necessary at all?
Carina: Akira, really, I’d watch it if I were you. If you get associated with something like her, it could ruin you school career. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?
Carina brushed off the collar of her expensive coat that probably cost as much as three months rent. I’d had enough. Completely forgetting to “not let them get to me” and not even bothering to hear Akira’s response, I bolted down the long escalator into the underground mall. I was trying my very best to hold back the tears that were coming. I put as much distance between them and me as I possibly could. My breathing was still heavy as I sat down on a nearby bench.
Yep, that settled it. Carina was an evil witch and she was going to be the bane of my existence. Her two minions were just as bad. I looked around at the other students in the mall in their different uniforms and had the vague idea to switch schools because Veilstone High School was nuts. Then I noticed I was getting glares and later catcalls from other student. Apparently they hated my school as much as I did. I sighed and hung my head backward.
When I held my head back up, I saw Akira standing there. He asked if I was okay and I lied and said yes. Before I could open my mouth again, told me he in no way wanted to be associated with the trio, and I immediately believed him. He even offered to help me with Pre-cal which I accepted even faster which made him flash that megawatt smile of his. Akira sat down on the bench and we started talking. Turns out he was an outsider too, only he was from nice, warm Hoenn.
As we talked, I also found out he was a bit of a hippie. He was big into Pokémon rights, the environment, and healthy eating. I couldn’t recognize what in the world he was eating for lunch. And since I knew he wouldn’t laugh at me, I pulled out my peanut butter sandwich and juice box and ate my lunch on the bench next to him. After that we explored the mall for a bit.
The place was huge and it was easily the nicest mall ever. Akira and I picked up two artistically decorated shopping bags and watched a mall fashion show for a few minutes. But when I picked my shopping bag when we were about to leave, I found three pairs of the black stockings inside along with the receipt and a note that said, “Just so you don’t freeze to death” in neat cursive writing. Neither Akira nor I knew where they came from and neither of us recognized the handwriting, but I was grateful. Very grateful. Akira waited for me as I found a bathroom and put them on. The miracle material felt awesome against my skin and I felt so warm.
I dreaded going back to school when the time came, but I felt slightly better when I found out I had two more classes with Akira. And since we had zero desire to find Carina, Alicio, and Miguela (he hated them as much as I did), we walked back together. I didn’t know at the time why they had invited me along, but I didn’t care that much to be honest. It wasn’t like the whole trip was a waste like I thought it’d be: I did get stockings and someone to talk to out of the trip…even if I was humiliated first.
And since most of my classes went about the same, I’ll make this brief ^^
Current Affairs: Teacher gave us a run down of how tough the class would be and how we’d have to live up to Veilstone standards to pass. (…)
Biology and Pokézoology: Teacher gave us a run down of how tough the class would be how we’d have to live up to Veilstone standards to pass (Yeah…)
Film: Now this class was interesting. Since the school was rich, we had access to state of the art materials. Sure, the class would be tough but at least it was fun.
SAT prep: Too bad I can’t say the same for this class. Seriously, this class basically reiterates the point that you will be a failure at life if you don’t get a high score on your SATs and get into a good college; I hated the class within the first two minutes.
PE and nutrition: I’m glad I have this class at the end of the day to refresh myself after the torture chamber that was the previous class. Even the best gyms didn’t have as good equipment as we had in this class. We even had our own nutrition guides.
The good: the fact that I had Akira for Current Affairs and Biology. The bad: I had the trio in Current Affairs as well but thankfully no other classes with them. Three were enough, sheesh! The ugly: the fact that I got homework in every class except Film and PE. Akira told me what our Pre-Cal teacher had assigned and promised to help me if I’d get to school early the next morning. Hmm, maybe the day didn’t suck as much as I thought it did though it was far from the best (stupid Saturday school detention).
Holy crap, did I really just spend six pages writing about my first day of school? Well, I guess it was vivid in my mind. BUT HEY! The next entries probably won’t be this long. And if they are, they’ll cover more than one day.
So ends this entry,
Quinn Ross
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They’re a pair of twins—a boy and a girl—who care a lot about film and yet don’t come off as total brats. They’re also in my SAT prep class. Maybe I’ll actually talk to them tomorrow. ^^ 
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And better yet, they were on sale 60% off XD I had picked out a messenger bag with purple and white flowers with green leaves and a crème colored fleece hat, gloves and scarf.
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