Once again, for the third and final time, here is HSD - The way it was meant to be. :P

ReSchooled is awesome because I really like it, but it just goes to show that I can't just plaster the title onto a different story, have some of the characters in it, and then just completely take it into left field. It did not live up to what I wished for, but things like that happen I guess. :P

I actually lied, apparently. I remember only posting 27 chapters before I killed the story, but there are actually up to 29 chapters including the elusive, almost completed chapter 30. Not really important right now, but you get the gist of it. :P

One important note I would like to point out is that the only thing I am doing is fixing errors and adding more detail. I will not change any of the story up until chapter 29, so anyone who is reading this and wants to stay just let me know. If not, then by chapter 30 you may not be appearing much longer. :P

So with that aside, the disclaimer goes as follows: I do not own Michael the Cubone, Yorkie, Nintendo, or Sega anything. There's just me, but even that is to a certain extent. :P

High School Days

Chapter 1: The First Day; First Block

And then we saw it: The building in which we were looking for. Many kids of all species and ages were heading in and out of it. I was getting pretty excited myself, but my brother on the other hand...

"Come on, Michael. It will be great," I urged him. I was a little bit nervous, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

He only let out an unfeeling sigh, "Whatever you say, Christopher."

I just rolled my eyes at my Cubone brother, "Oh, brother."

"Yes?"

Michael is a Pokemon that goes by the name of Cubone. He always feels lonely and I can never guess why. My name is Christopher, or Chris the Blastoise. You may be wondering how a Cubone and Blastoise are related as brothers and well... I don't even know the answer to that. Heck, I don't even know who our parents are. I was only a mere Squirtle when I could start remembering things and Michael happened to be just an egg at the time. We were all alone and with no sense of direction. We've been traveling together since then until we made our along a cliff called Sharpedo Bluff. It obviously looked like a Sharpedo hanging over the cliff, but the view of the ocean was fantastic. The decision to attend this school was solely based on my idea. We already got a general idea of the world because we traveled so much, but it wouldn't hurt to learn a little more, right? Plus, I felt Michael needed a little more outside friends that didn't always include me.

Realistically speaking, we both needed some outside interactions.


"So what classes do you have?"

Michael looked down on a single sheet of white paper in his hand, obviously his schedule, "Well, I got English I first block. Algebra I second block, Biology third block, and Gym for the last block."

"Really," I asked astonishingly, "I have the same schedule as you do."

"Oh whoopee," he said sarcastically. "I get to spend more time with my big brother like I don't outside of school."

I whacked him upside his skull, "You annoy me sometimes, you know that?!"

When I turned around to go to class, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I turned around and looked at my short brother who was holding his favorite bone club. I gave him a death stare, but he only smirked, "Karma."

First Block: English I

"Welcome class to English I. I am your teacher: Misstar."

The pink Star Spirit gave a wink, in which made some boys blush [including me]. "Today, I'd like you all to get acquainted with each other. So feel free to mingle with one another or get to explore the classroom. But don't wander out the classroom and no rough housing please." With that closing statement, the teacher left us to do almost whatever our hearts desired.

"So two hours to blow," I said. "I wonder who we should mingle with?"

We looked around, the rest of the peers were already talking and playing with games with someone else. I could deduce that most of these students must of already known each other from other places since most were just carrying on with casual conversations or telling each other personal secrets. It looked like a lot small groups in the room though.

"I hate cliques," I grumbled. "Hey Michael, do you..." He wasn't paying attention. His attention was focused on someone else. I looked toward his gaze. He was staring at a distant girl. If I wasn't mistaken the girl was another Pokemon like us: A Kirlia. She was sitting alone reading what looked like a terribly long book. A squinting with my eyes determined that she was reading the dictionary! I guess that's a typical psychic Pokemon for you: Always in pursuit of knowledge.

This was great news, however. I wanted to come here to have Michael expand his relationship with others and already he found someone he took an interest in. I nudged him, causing him to jump. "Go talk to her, bro."

He looked at me as if I was stupid, "I have no idea who you are talking about."

"Suit yourself." I looked back at the Kirlia girl. She was still into her dictionary, but through her so called 'reading, 'I could tell she was focused my brother more than her book. I found this quite intriguing. Kirlias are able to sense the emotions of others. It made me wonder if Michael had strong emotions for... Heh heh. As much as I would like to help, I would let him do this himself. No way I was going to mess this up for him like this one time I tried to get him and a Gothorita together.

I got up and decided to first explore the classroom bookshelf. There was quite a number of books to look at; "The Legendary Starfy," the "Kirby and the Crystal Shards," "Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door," and a lot of others. I was a little captivated by the selection and didn't notice when someone was trying to get my attention.

"Excuse me."

I turned around and met a girl, she was a girl that had purple hair with electric green strands running her and there. She had a purple tee-shirt and blue jeans; she also had electric earrings.

"Oh, sorry if I'm in your way." I moved to the side to let her through to the spot of the bookshelf she desired.

"Thank you," she said politely, observing me with curious eyes. "Are you new here?"

I nodded. "Yep, I recently moved here with my brother from Kanto. We live off a cliff here not too far away from here." I motioned to my brother, who had the guts to talk to that Kirlia girl finally. I was actually quite proud of him.

"He's so small," she stated correctly. "So, what are your names?"

"I'm Christopher and my brother's name is Michael."

"Pleased to meet you, Christopher. My name is Yorkie."

"Yorkie, huh," I mused, "Do you happen to like Yorkies too?"

And so, for the rest of the remaining time I chatted with Yorkie. I learned she likes to play sports and happens to be an accomplished writer. She is the author of a story called 'Tangle', probably her best rated story to this very day.

Then, the time came when the dismissal bell rang.

"So, what's your next class?" I asked.

Looking at her schedule, she replied, "My next class is Algebra I."

"Me too." Now I won't feel so alone with just Michael!

"Really? That's pretty neat."

"Okay, I'll meet you later," I waved to her.

"Okay Chris, see you in the next class. Bye," Yorkie said.

"Bye."

I walked back to my desk and grabbed my stuff. I looked around for Michael, but he was nowhere to be found. I shrugged it off. He was probably with that Kirlia girl. I'd see him in the next class anyway. Then I will be able to pester him with pressing questions about his new love life. That will be fun.

I said goodbye to the teacher and headed out. The moment I did, someone rudely bumped into me.

"Ouch," I complained. "Watch where you are going!"

"Sorry, sorry."

I looked at the person who bumped into me, it was a boy. He had very fine straight, with a curled tip of blond hair, a yellow and orange striped T-shirt and blue shorts. He had such an innocent face that one couldn't stay mad at him, like me.

"Hey, it's alright," I said as I helped him up.

"Get out my way, loser!"

The boy looked behind himself and gave a look of horror; so did everyone else around the commotion, apparently. The person he was looking at is fat. He had a yellow hat with a W on it. He had some crooked, awkward pink nose along with a zig-zag mustache. He also was wearing a yellow shirt, purple overalls, and some weird crooked green elf-like shoes.

"Oh no, he found me," the boy cried, taking refuge behind me.

The fat yellow man then was then in front of me, trying to look as intimidating as he could possibly be. I could see why people would be frightened of him, but I was more frightened of how much he smelled. "You!" He pointed at me. "Get out my way!"

I was pretty ticked that I was getting ordered around without knowing who in the whole wide world this person was.

"Um, are you talking to me?" I asked like some kind of smartypants.

That kind of upset him, and by upset I mean frustrated beyond belief, "Who else would the great and magnificent Wario be talking to, fat lard?!"

Now I was getting pretty ticked myself. I loathed being called fat just because my shell makes me look big. I'm not fat! the shell just makes me look big! "Okay, look here, Wario! You think you are so bad, calling me fat! Do you ever look at yourself?"

This made him flare up. "FAT? THIS ALL MUSCLE, LOSER!"

"REALLY, ALL I SEE IS RUBBER ARMS, BUBBLE BUTT!"

"BUBBLE BUTT? GRRR... I'LL SHOW YOU!"

"Ahem."

The two of us stopped bickering and came face-to-face with a crocodile with a pair of headphones over his ears. He had a shiny sheriff-looking badge and...

Uh-oh...

"Mr. Wario and Mr. Christopher, go to the principal's office."

"But," Wario started.

"No buts. Go."

Reluctantly, Wario and I made our way through the crowd of students that had formed when Wario and I were about to start a fight.

"Alright, get to class people. Move it, the bell is about to ring." I had a sinking feeling that crocodile was a school dean, and I was right.

Wario grumbled in his thoughts, "Stupid turtle. Got in my of catching Lucas, and then Vector ruined everything!"

I, on the other hand, could not believe this. I'm already being sent to the principal's office! On my first day!


I proudly present the return of HSD, back and better than before. Ciao! :P