A pale pinkish red haired girl walked into the academy. It was her first time here. She hadn't said one word to anyone when she came in. She was mostly surrounded by strangers by the look of it. She was a first year and never been to this school before. She saw maybe two or three students from her town, but mostly kids she didn't like. However she just about disliked everyone at her old place. Other than one boy, who she was somewhat friends with, or least she thought. But as she expected, he left her life too. She felt anyone and everyone she ever got somewhat close to somehow managed to just disappear from her life one day. She had nobody to name after all that was still around that she managed to make friends with or anything.<br/><br/>She was pretty observant of her surroundings, but managed to not show much interest. A lot of the students looked excited and had lively eyes, but her eyes looked more... dead. It was like her emotionless eyes were hiding something. She almost had a dark aura to her. It wasn't that she was a bad person or the villain of the story. She just had trouble showing emotion in general, as well as scared to let people close. She learned to try to zone out from her surroundings usually. She got pretty mad as a kid when aggravated so tried to get around it by just ignoring instead of caring. She was more normal when really little but after a bad family experience and issues with bullying, and becoming a problem student from that, she kind of turned into what she is today; a not social loner.<br/><br/>She was surprised her family let her go to her school. Although she rarely talked to her dad now. She was close to him as a child but after he left for a business trip and never even came back to visit her she felt abandoned by him. She never got along with her mother, fought with her a lot, and she probably just got in this school after a lot of fighting with her mother and threatening to just move out and never come back for good. Despite the fact her mother didn't like pokemon she did like having "status" and more so kept her daughter even so she wouldn't be looked down by others. Mikki, that was the girl's name, just saw her as a hypocrit. Her mother cared about what others thought of her, but didn't really give a damn what her daughter thought of her and was quite mean to her.<br/><br/>With her, Mikki had a Cubone. The little pokemon was a loner just like its owner. Odd how they got with each other since it was hard to get one to approach the other at first. That's a story for later though. Long story short the thing was getting close to Mikki, but at the same time a bit cautious around her. Its feelings were mixed enough at times it would look at Mikki suspiciously but then at times cling to her leg and look at other things suspiciously, almost hiding behind her like she was it's mother. But this a pokemon with a lot of love for it's mother unlike Mikki. The skull on it's head even belongs to it's dead mother as a way of honoring it. So their relationship still has a way to go till the cubone really felt as close to Mikki as its own mother.<br/><br/>There were some seats set up but she stood up for a while until her cubone jumped up one of the seats. She looked over and saw it was one towards the corners which was a little more isolated than some of the other seats with others sitting a good distance away from her. She let out a sigh and walked over to the little pokemon. The cubone got off the seat as she came over and she already could tell why. She rolled her eyes a bit and mumbled the word '<em>fine...</em>' under her breath to it as she sat down. As she sat down the pokemon bounced onto her lap and she slightly instinctively wrapped her arms around it a bit, almost protectively, but her face remained emotionless mostly nonetheless. She let out a sigh and her golden eyes looked up to a man talking at the front of the stage. She listened a bit but lost interest quickly and her eyes started to wander across the room more. Then suddenly her eyes stopped on a young man sitting in one of the rows in front of her. A spark of interest lit up in her eyes, and maybe a bit of surprise. She kept staring at him curiously but couldn't fully see his face, just the side of his face at times but mostly the back.<br/><br/><em>"Hm, he kinda looks like that boy I knew back when I was a kid... Durge?"</em>Nah, this guy looked too... powerful to be scrawny little Durge, as often asked Mikki to help give him a lift when he needed to climb a tree, or when he couldn't life a stone by himself that she could carry myself... no way that - and Mikki would never admit it under even penalty of death - hunk of man-meant was 'too scrawny to break a twig' Durge. Seriously, that guy looked like he could snap a tree over his back with ease! And yet the resemblance seemed uncanny, too uncanny for her to ignore, and she found herself following him to Homeroom to basically move next to the guy, and then noticed the tell-tale sign of the identity of the individual: the boy was wearing a larger version of the same exact outfit Durge always wore! Durge was notorious in her youth for having an entire wardrobe of nothing but copies of the same exact outfit! It was him!<br/><br/>Mikki then covered her face to hide her almost unnoticeable blush, her emotionless face almost breaking in embarrassment at the thoughts that went through her mind and then the horrific realization that she had found Durge attractive. Durge, despite his father and grandfather having been noticeably handsome and strong in their youth, could have been been described as plain in appearance and meager in strength. And yet it seemed he was merely a late bloomer, and had the other girls from Blackthorn City seen what Durge had turned into, those gossiping whores would have been tearing at each others throats to claim him as theirs. And then the sudden realization that Durge was right in front of her, and a lot of things from her past rushed back, creating not only nostalgia, but bitterness in how Durge had seemingly abandoned her like her father had before her... even if they had never said outright they were friends... Durge was the closest thing she had to a friend, a best friend even...<br/><br/>It seemed that Cubone had either picked up on her animosity directed towards the boy who was seemingly minding his own business, that, or Cubone was getting jealous of all the attention Mikki was giving Durge, regardless of whether that attention was positive or negative. Enacting a rather bad habit of his, Mikki's Cubone flicked it's bone club at Durge, nailing him in the head, and had it been anyone else, Mikki would have just uttered a quiet apology and then moved away, but this was Durge! No way was she letting him out of her sights, he had a lot of explaining to do! Once Mikki had Durge's attention, she kicked Durge in the shin and growled, "Durge Padurios! Where do you get off, running on your journey and forgetting I exist? You never write, you never answer my calls, you never visit, I haven't seen you in over six years Durge. SIX YEARS!"<br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Mikki Zephra<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Homeroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Cubone, Durge Padurios