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Whitley is a new girl at a new school that she didn't even want to go to in the first place. Nothing goes right for her on the first day, so she doesn't have much hope for the second. Why couldn't it be easier to make friends?
It’s my girl Whitley’s birthday today, so to celebrate, I finally revised and posted this old fic about starting school and making new friends!
The truck pulls up and shutters into silence before a familiar face steps out, it’s Maya, Apollo’s trainer! She gives you a big smile and a friendly wave as the biggest houndoom you’ve ever seen leans on the lip of the truck bed. It doesn’t look mean, but there’s something unsettling about how those bright blue eyes fix on you.
“Hiya, thanks for watching him! I know he’s not too much to handle, but still stay for dinner won’t you? There’s a storm coming and I don’t want you driving in it.”
“Give her some time to settle down and get used to things here. Deva very much so chooses who she wants to be around, it takes a lot of work to earn her trust.” Maya gives you a look that shows both how tired she is and that she was gone so long just to earn the trust of this Houndoom. “Anyway come, come! Apollo doesn’t like getting wet as I’m sure you’ve discovered, so he’ll be happy to join us inside.”
The storm has gotten closer, thunder rumbling in the distance as hot flashes of lightning are visible. Head inside?
This is pretty rough and unedited, but I wanted to post it before midnight because it’s my girl Whitley’s birthday today and I had to celebrate somehow. I always kinda wondered why Whitley became friends with Yuko, Yuki, and Maya, and I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships lately, so...here’s a piece that’s all about finding a friend.
It had been a disastrous first day for Whitley.
She had only just introduced herself to the class when the teacher, Mr. Cheren, announced that the class would be having a Pokemon battle tournament. She expected that there would be Pokemon battles at the Trainers’ School, but on her first day? Just her luck.
Whitley hadn’t been trying very hard in her first two battles, but it turned out that she didn’t need to. Her first two opponents were ridiculously weak. Then, her final opponent had been relying on an advanced strategy to use Sigilyph’s Psycho Shift to pass off the badly poisoned status condition to the opposing Pokemon. However, Foongy’s immunity to being poisoned threw her off her game, and Whitley got so excited by accidentally outsmarting her opponent that she forgot to try to lose.
So she’d won the girls’ tournament, and her prize? A Pokedex. As if learning to be a Pokemon Trainer wasn’t bad enough, now she was tasked with filling the device that was the epitome of everything that N stood against. Her only consolation was that it didn’t seem like her classmates resented her for winning the tournament…yet.
But even if they didn’t resent her, would they actually want to be friends with her? Whitley didn’t know how to make friends; she had been hoping that one of the other girls would invite her into their friend group. Either that or try to befriend her roommate…but she’d been given a single room, so that was out of the question.
She was so not looking forward to tomorrow.
Tomorrow came, and along with it their first class of the day: status condition studies, with Mr. Otoha. Whitley made sure to arrive early so she could have her choice of seating, and she made a beeline for an empty desk in the back of the room. Hopefully, she wouldn’t draw unwanted attention back here.
Unfortunately, it was not to be. As more students filtered into the classroom, one girl looked straight at Whitley and headed towards her. Whitley ducked her head and pretended to be immensely interested in the schedule on her desk, hoping the girl would ignore her. It didn’t work.
“Hey! Whitley, right?”
Whitley slowly drew her head up and made eye contact with the girl, who had sat down at the desk in front of Whitley. She was blonde and had her hair in a ponytail, and she wore a blue visor with a blue-and-white T-shirt. All in all, Whitley judged her to be the sporty, athletic type.
“Um…yeah,” Whitley said in response to her question.
“Cool! I just wanted to say congrats on winning the tournament yesterday,” the girl said, grinning widely. “I’m Yuki, by the way. Nice to meet you!”
“Um, nice to meet you too,” Whitley replied.
“Hey, so I was wondering, do you want to have lunch with me and my friends today?” Yuki asked.
“I, um…what?” Whitley stammered. It was exactly what she had wanted, and yet it was so sudden. It seemed almost too good to be true.
Before Yuki could respond, another girl approached them from behind. “Yuki, you’re in my seat,” the girl said, folding her arms crossly. She had short brown hair and wore a white wrap shirt, and Whitley recognized her as her final opponent from the previous day’s tournament.
Yuki rolled her eyes. “There aren’t assigned seats here, Ellie,” she said, but she stood up and let the other girl have the seat anyways. Then she turned back to Whitley. “So, what do you say? Lunch or nah?”
Whitley blinked a couple of times, but eventually nodded. It was what she’d wanted, anyways. “Great! Meet me in the caf. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the girls there.”
As Yuki walked back up the aisle to a different seat, the girl in front of Whitley turned around to face her. “Hey. I’m Ellie,” she said. She glanced briefly in Yuki’s direction before leaning an arm on Whitley’s desk and saying in a low voice, “Just between you and me, you do not want to be friends with Yuki and those girls. They’re shallow, and they don’t take battling seriously at all.” Ellie paused thoughtfully. “If you want to hang out with someone worth your while, meet me in the library at lunch. You can eat in there, and it’s much quieter than the cafeteria. It’s right across from it; you can’t miss it.”
Whitley nodded slowly as Ellie turned back to the front of the classroom. She couldn’t believe her luck now – in the span of just a few minutes, two different people invited her to have lunch with them. Maybe she was wrong to think that her peers would resent her for winning the tournament. So now she was faced with a different problem: which invitation should she accept?
Ellie obviously didn’t hold Yuki and her friends in high esteem. But the reasons why Ellie didn’t like them – “shallow” and “don’t take battling seriously at all” – seemed kind of comforting to Whitley. In fact, Ellie’s opinion of them reminded her of a comment she’d overheard one of the guys making…she didn’t know his name, but he had spiky blue hair. If he and Ellie were friends, she definitely didn’t want to hang out with Ellie – the spiky-haired boy was kinda intimidating.
However, Ellie hadn’t said anything about eating with friends. If it was just the two of them, it would give her the opportunity to get to know Ellie a lot better. She didn’t know how many friends Yuki would have, but if she was an athlete, she would probably have a lot. Whitley might get introduced to everyone, but it was unlikely that she’d be able to get a word in among a big group of girls.
In the end, when lunch period rolled around, Whitley headed to the library. Ellie was waiting for her by the entrance, and she had a big smile on her face when Whitley saw her. “You came!” she said, a little more eagerly than she meant to.
Whitley bit her lip and looked at the ground. “Yes, but…” Ellie’s grin faded. “I just wanted to thank you for the invitation,” she said, fighting the instinct to turn tail and run out of the awkward situation. “I’m grateful that you thought of me, but…I think I’m going to sit with Yuki and the others today. It’s nothing against you!” she added quickly.
Ellie sighed. “I get it,” she said, pressing her lips together. “No, really, I do. You’re new here, and you’d rather be social with a big group of people than hang out with one other girl in the library. It’ll probably be better for you in the long run.” She patted Whitley on the back. “Go ahead. Enjoy your lunch.”
“I’m sorry…”
“No, seriously. It’s okay. You do you, girl.”
“Maybe another day?”
“Maybe another day,” Ellie echoed, cracking a little smile. She waved goodbye as Whitley exited the library and began looking for Yuki.
Eventually, it was Yuki who found Whitley – she called her name and waved her over to a table in the center of the cafeteria. Whitley hurried over to the table and was surprised to find it occupied by only three other girls. One was Yuki, obviously, and the other two were girls that Whitley kinda remembered seeing around Yuki before. The smaller of the two girls had reddish-brown hair that she pulled into a small ponytail on the top of her head, styled in such a way that it looked like a sprout. The other had light brown hair a little shorter than Ellie’s, and she smelled strongly of Honey.
“Hey! You made it!” Yuki exclaimed as Whitley sat down. “Did you get lost or something?”
“Um, something like that.”
“Hi! I’m Yuko!” the sprout-haired girl exclaimed, sticking out her hand for Whitley to shake. “Nice to meet you!”
“And I’m Maya,” the Honey-scented girl said.
“It’s good to meet you all,” Whitley said politely.
“Okay, first off, can I just say that I am sooo jealous that you got to hold Blake’s hand when you were getting your Pokedex yesterday?” Yuko said.
“I wish he would hold my hand like that!” Yuki exclaimed. “And look into my eyes, and say my name in that dreamy way of his, and tell me he loves me…”
“Oh, Yuki, we all know that if he’s gonna do that to anyone, it’ll be you,” Maya assured her.
“Of course,” Yuki declared. “Maybe he’ll do it on our field trip next week!”
“Ooh, that’s right, I totally forgot about the field trip next week!” Yuko said. “Did they ever announce where we’re gonna go?”
“Nope, they want it to be a surprise,” Yuki said. “I’m hoping we’ll go to Join Avenue. There are so many cute shops there…have you ever been, Whitley?”
Whitley blinked. “Um, no, I haven’t,” she said.
“We have to take you there sometime!” Yuki declared. “My favorite shop is the salon. I bring Wingull there for a grooming every month.”
“I haven’t been since my birthday,” Maya said.
Whitley boldly jumped into the conversation. “When is your birthday, Maya?” she asked.
“August twenty-fourth,” Maya chuckled. “When is yours?”
“Yeah, when is your birthday, Whitley?” Yuko asked.
“September sixteenth,” Whitley answered.
“Wow, that’s really soon!” Yuko exclaimed. “We’ve gotta get started on getting you presents!”
“Oh, that’s really not necessary…”
“Of course it is,” Yuki asserted. “We’re your friends, and friends get each other presents.”
Whitley’s eyes widened a little. “We’re…friends?”
“Yes, we’re friends, silly,” Yuko laughed. “You’re not a jerk, and you agreed to have lunch with us. What more do we need?”
“I…I just, um…”
“You weren’t expecting to make friends this quickly?” Yuki guessed. “The three of us, we’ve all been there. We were all the new girl at one point or another. I spent my first year at the Striation City Trainers’ School, but then we moved, and my parents decided to send me here instead.”
“I moved here from Johto four years ago,” Yuko said.
“And I just came here last year,” Maya said.
“We know how it feels to be the new girl, so we want to make the experience better for you,” Yuki finished.
Whitley felt a little overwhelmed by the three girls’ kindness, and she felt tears start to well up in her eyes.
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