Luke smiles and sighs in relief, seeing the door open to his first period, finding, to his surprise, that a vine had oppened the door. following it, he sees that its connected to a Torterra, who is apparently the teacher, using his vines to write several complicated problems on the board, and already Luke is starting to forget his small pokemon woes and wondering how he's going to keep his head exploding from watching this stuff. Apparently he had been standing at the door for some time, because he heard snickers come from the classroom, and the Torterra, according to the name above the door he was Mr. shelldon, spoke to him. "You can come in now, unless you've forgetten how to walk, in which case this class will be extremely hard for you." Luke jumps and nervously walks to the center of the room, infront of the board, to his surprise actually managing to contain his shivering and stand slightly tall and proud.
Luke stands, looking over the classroom infront of him, happily noting that most pokemon were of average size, alot of custom desks for Eeveeloutions and other four legged pokemon were strewn about the room, though to his dismay he saw that one of the only two free seats was next to an Infernape, who didn't look happy to be here at all. mr. Shelldon finishes the problems he was working on then stops, leading to an akward silence while everyone in the room stared at Luke, making him instantly lost what pride he had, and start slumping and stuttering.
"Introduce yourself now, so we can please continue on with class." the teacher pipes in, ending the silence.
"O-oh." you blush furiously, hearing laughter come from most of the room, glad for your fur that will had all but a very light red. "M-my name is Luke, and I-"
"Everbody welcome Luke." Shelldon interupts you, sounds of forced welcomes coming from the pokemon in the room. "Alright, now where can you sit"? the torterra surveys the room, looking for the empty seats he knows he has, apparenlty he plans on assigning a seat to you, you just hope that its not next to the Infernape, who seems to be eying you, hoping the oppisite.
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