Jasmine was laying down on her cozy bed as she slept away, hour after hour. She awoke to find the sun high in the sky, its gleaming sunrays gazing down on the earth. The plants rising towards it trying to catch more rays than all the other plants. Its warmth lit up the atmosphere as it helped cheer up even the saddest of faces. Jasmine yawned as she stretched out her aching muscles. Jasmine was a Gardevoir and as such, she never really liked mornings. Gardevoirs are notoriously known for resting until at least noon. She looked down at her clock and suddenly gasped at the time.

"OMG, school starts in 10 minutes!" She screamed as she quickly ran into her morning routine. She ran the water in the bathtub while she poured herself a small bowl of cereal. She had no time to even chew, swallowing it all in a number of big gulps. Looking at the time, she double-timed it to the bathtub and jumped in. Water splashed everywhere as she quickly rushed to clean herself and wash her hair at the same time. After washing herself up, she totally forgot about her blow-dryer. She lunged to plug it in and make it warm up as she dried herself off with her soft, pink towel, but she had no time to dwell on the softness of the towel. She took a quick glance at the clock and saw that she only had a minute left! "Mom would never approve of this, but I have to get to school now." Jasmine concentrated hard as she began to invision herself as a human. Rose peddles danced around her as her body began to transform into the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen.

This power was not perfected yet by Jasmine, so she could only transform herself into an image she has seen, not by merely looking at someone and copying their every characteristic. Only could she transform herself by looking at a 2-D image. She had to find a new image every time she transferred from one school to another. She always found a way to anger the principal and get expelled. Her mother never approved of the 2-D copying as she believed it was a shortcut around the real thing. She felt Jasmine would get too attached to this ability and never gain the true power. The only power she really had was teleportation, which she hadn't mastered exactly yet either. She had only been able to teleport her whole body last month. She still had to work out the kinks in the location element of the move.

"This goes against everything mom has told me, but I can't be late to school again." Jasmine then concentrated on being at the school courtyard, right in front of her next classroom. She had to go to a human school as Pokemon-human equality still hadn't been perfected yet. Her body disappeared into tiny little air molecules. She began to materialize, but not exactly where she was aiming. Instead she found herself in the boy's locker room!

"ARIEL! THIS IS THE BOY'S LOCKER ROOM! GET OUT!" A boy said. Jasmine sunk into herself as the boy revealed himself to be Jason Anderson. Not only was he the captain of the football team, but he was also a triumphant pokemon trainer. She longed for him to capture her some day. As an added bonus, he just dumped his girlfriend who had been cheating on him with his best friend, Matt Bradley. Matt was the 2nd string quarterback for the team and was always lurching in Jason's shadow of success. When he had the opportunity, he turned Jason's prized girlfriend into his forbidden lover and told everyone about it the next day. (As you could tell, popularity politics are one hell of a pain in the ass. That is why I wasn't one of them! Grrrrr. Anyway...)

Also, everyone called her Ariel at this school. She had to change her name to Ariel during school for some strange reason. Her mother made her do this for reasons unknown to Jasmine. When Jasmine asked about this, her mom replied saying that she didn't need a reason, she was Jasmine's mother and Jasmine was to do as she said.

Jasmine dashed out of the room as fast as she could running to her first class. She was only a few feet away when the final bell rang. She ran in to see if the teacher was paying attention, then tried to sneak to her seat.

"And where do you think you're going Ariel? Head to the principals office immediately." The grumbly old teacher snarled. Jasmine grunted as she headed out the door and took the familiar trip down to the principal's office. As she was walking, she saw her best friend Ben walk by.

"Uh-oh. What is it this time?" Ben asked as he knew this had to be Jasmine's 4th trip down there in the past week.

"That old hag Miss Garcia kicked me out because I was a couple of seconds late." Jasmine complained.

"Oh, don't worry about her. She's just bitchy because she hasn't had sex in a while. Why do you think she is called Miss Garcia?" Ben told her. He always knew a way to raise Jasmine's spirits. "Well, I got to go. I have to deliver this message down to Mrs. Cardigan. Good luck, I'll try to put in a good word for you." Ben added right before he continued his task. He was one of the school's office aids and as such, he needed to do the jobs that the actual workers in the office didn't want to do, the grunt work.

Jasmine continued down the hall, still a little uncertain as this had been her 8th time being late this year, and they weren't even near the next semester. She opened the office door to find the same secretary who she had befriended during her many frequent visits to the office. Jasmine never did anything bad, per say, she just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Some sympathized with her, like the secretary and Ben, while others weren't so sympathetic.

"Ariel, again? This is the 4th time this week and it's only Thursday. You haven't even gotten through 1st period. What is up darling?" The kind secretary asked. She was obviously from somewhere south inferred by the clothing she was wearing and the country music that flowed through her computer as she typed up the attendance records. "You weren't late again, were you? I don't know how much more Mr. Brinkley will take. He has already stuck his head out on a limb to save you. I can't persuade him anymore." She said as she buzzed Mr. Brinkley's office. "Mr. Brinkley, Ariel is here to see you." She didn't even need to say her last name, he knew her all too well.

Jasmine had been down to the principal's office before, heck, she pretty much knew it like the back of her hand, but somehow this time she was a little more uneasy about the situation. She stepped into his office and found Mr. Brinkley sitting down in his 'principal's throne'. Every principal has one, some spin, while others mainly use intimidation to show that a position of power sits there. His, had elements of both. The back of the chair rose to at least 3 head lengths away from the top of his body, and the chair revolved in almost a sinister fashion. I don't know how to describe it; it just had that feel to it.

Mr. Brinkley himself was the perfect stereotype of an evil principal, bald (or as he prefers, thinning), short with a plump stomach (again, big-boned), and a head that looked like it was hanging suspended over his body, like there was no neck attaching it to the rest of his body. His black suit clashed outrageously with his dark-blue tie that he always seemed to be wearing, even when ties were not necessary for the occasion.

"Sit down Ariel. I assume you know why you are here?" He asked. His small goatee gleamed as he spoke. He has desperately tried to grow that pathetic excuse for a goatee in to show a symbol of maturity in him. "I honestly don't know what to do. You are an honest kid with good grades and you seem to be quite the socialite during school hours. However, this behavior of yours, disrespecting your teachers, showing no school spirit... That is not necessary here, but strongly encouraged by all our current students. No after school activities, and showing up whenever you feel like it, it is all unacceptable." He spoke. He had the presence of a leader, but lacked the motivational skills needed for the job.

"I never disrespect my teachers, I don't participate in after school activities because of my strict mother, and I am only late because my alarm clock is on the frits half the time. I have asked my mom hundreds of times to get me a new one, but she claims it works just fine. I show up here as soon as I can." Jasmine pleaded as she knew where this conversation was headed. She has heard the same thing, over and over again and she wanted it to stop.

"Not according to Miss Garcia. 'Student is consistently ill-tempered and doesn't participate in class discussions. Instead she socializes with her neighboring students who have their learning process interrupted by her constant disregard for my lessons. I urge the immediate removal of her from my class and if you are smart, this school district.' End quote. Now why would a teacher say such things to a student if she didn't mean it?" Mr. Brinkley interrogated Jasmine like a detective trying to find the next clue to the mystery.

"She's lying! I always try to participate in class and she never calls on me. I usually forget a thing or two to bring to class or I don't catch what the teacher just said because she talks so fast, this is a foreign language you know. I sometimes ask the person next to me if I can borrow a utensil or ask him or her what the teacher just said. Miss Garcia always yells at me for this and when I try to explain, I get slapped with a detention. She is just a bitter old teacher only out to cause pain to certain students in order to fill the gap in her life that should be filled with a relationship." Jasmine broke out in retaliation. It was one thing to yell at her for things she knew she had done wrong, but quite another to accuse her of such filth.

"You don't talk about teachers that way. Their love life has nothing to do with the way they teach. She may be a bit buckled down and strict, but some people are just like that. And furthermore, what reasoning would she have in destroying your life? Just for kicks?" Mr. Brinkley asked as Jasmine could tell he was become irritable.

"I'm not going to explain myself any further. I don't like being called a liar Mr. Brinkley." Jasmine answered proudly. If there was one thing about Jasmine she liked most about herself, it was her bravery in the face of danger.

"Well then, I guess I have no choice other than to expel you from William C. Bonds High School. You can pack up your things and leave the premises in an orderly fashion by the end of the day. As for now, you can wait in the office as we alert your mother the sudden change in your curriculum." Mr. Berkley replied without a second thought. He had no emotion in his decision and after he escorted Jasmine back to the office, he went straight back to his work.

She was devastated and distraught. This wasn't her first time getting expelled, but she felt a real connection here at this school than any other one she has gone to. She has been met with friendship and romance, or at least dreams of romance because she has never gone out with someone yet. The other schools she had passed through without even a friend or anything to remember it by. One time, Jasmine recalled, she was pulled out by her mom after only 3 days. She slowly dragged herself to her locker and began to pack up shop. She began to cry as she took down pictures of her wonderful time here. Ben and her had become inseparable friends through their time here together.

Her mother was very strict on the friends Jasmine had, so her mother usually stalks a potential friend for a couple of days. If she saw anything she found semi-threatening or vulgar, she would disapprove on the spot. However, for the first time, she was actually accepting with Jasmine's choice of a friend. Jasmine was utterly shocked because she couldn't believe she got permission. Before, she had to resort to sneaking out of the house and meeting up with a friend or two. This always ended as a failed attempt as one of two things happened. #1. Her mom would catch her before or even during the night out. Or of course, #2. She would return to see her mom waiting for her on the porch steps. It was like having Big Brother watching you, no matter where you were. Constricted by the shackles of her mother's everlasting presence, she was kept in her dungeon desperately trying to break free. There were no boundaries that restricted Jasmine's mother to a single side.

"Ariel, what's wrong?" Ben asked as he ran to Jasmine's side. He was on his way back to the office when he heard a girl crying. He, being the good samaritan that he is, came rushing over to find the source.

"Oh Ben! I got expellllllllled!" Jasmine was freely crying now letting tears roll down her seemingly perfect face. Se grabbed Ben and held him close, crying into his chest the whole time. "I don't know what I'll do without such a good friend like you. You are the first one that I have ever truly had." She continued sobbing as she didn't care who heard or saw.

"Ariel, let me talk to Mr. Brinkley. I'm sure he will give you another chance." Ben tried to comfort her by running his hands through her gorgeous, light blue hair. Again, Jasmine was only able to transform herself after seeing an image of the new shape she was to become. She had to find an image in the local library & the only decent picture she could find was one from a magna. She didn't read the book, only skimmed through it, combing around to find the perfect identifiable human girl. She stopped at seeing a picture of a gorgeous blue-haired girl who looked like everyone she had seen and heard, except for the hair. Her class thought she dyed it at first, but after close inspection by several students, found that the blue hair came out from the scalp, all natural. The reason she simply didn't look it up on the internet was because of the lack of electricity in her house. Her mom wanted only the simple things in life, no cars, no computers, no TV. The only electric thing she had in her house was a flashlight that was only to be used in case of emergency. Plus, she would have to pay bills when she didn't have any human money, save a twenty and some loose change, also only to used for life-or-death situations.

Jasmine and her mom lived alone in a quiet, suburban house that they acquired only by appearing as a human newly married couple finding an abandoned home that was of little use other than being a sty in the beautiful face of the surrounding neighborhood. The city was so anxious to get rid of the home that they gave it to them for free. The two never had to pay any bills and were careful about buying anything making sure that the purchase wasn't able to be traced back to them. Her mom loved the outdoors, but wanted so much to be like any other human family. Not that she hated life in the forest, it was just that she wanted to be more civil than other pokemon. Gardevoirs, in her opinion, were above most ordinary pokemon in the fact that, she could talk perfect English and had extraordinary powers in the psychic realm.

"It's no use. He has made up his mind and is sticking by it. I can't go to a new school, I just can't! There is no school that can ever replace this one." She only dug deeper into Ben's shirt, almost completely drenching it in tears.

"Well, how about this? Let's go to my house and see if there is any way of getting you back into this school. If we think together, I'm sure we can come up with a solution. Com'on, I can ditch a day of school. If I do get caught, at least I'll get to spend my suspension with you." Ben calmly told her as he slowly nudged her off his chest. This had appeared to cheer her up as she wiped off the remaining tears from her face.

"You really mean that? Sure, I would love to come." She said as she looked back and forth down the hallway. "Ok, if we are going to do this, we have to do it fast; class ends in about a minute. Forget your books and come with me." With that, she shoved him down the halls, weaving in and out of corridors and walkways. When the bell started ringing, they were already out the door, not looking back.

They kept running, making sure not to slow down. Both of them felt like stopping, but didn't dare try it. They wanted to get to his house as quick as they could so they could have more time to discuss the situation. After arriving in the quiet house, Ben lifted his welcoming mat to reveal the house key.

"Real original." Jasmine sarcastically snarled as they walked into the house.

"Ok, my parents won't be home for a good couple of hours, so let's see. What are we going to do?" Ben sat down in his favorite chair that was always occupied by his father, but seeing as he wasn't present, Ben jumped at the chance to sit in the luxurious recliner chair. He thought deep into his mind that was racing with different and contradicting thoughts. His mind was a dense fog and he was trying to clear only a part of it out in order to find the right answer.

Jasmine on the other hand, kept stealing quick looks at Ben. She didn't want to go to any other school that he wasn't a part of. He had been her only friend during all the lonely years of her childhood. She had met plenty of hopefuls, but none could compare to Ben in any way. Suddenly, a light bulb clicked in her head as she thought of a brilliant idea, at least it seemed like a brilliant idea to her.

"How about you move with me? Then I wouldn't be so apprehensive." Jasmine tried convincing Ben into her latest scheme.

"I couldn't. I have always gone to this school district and my mom would never allow it. I could always try to coax her into the idea, but it is a long shot." Ben said as he shot down her idea without even considering it. She slumped back into the couch as she lost herself in deep thought.

The rest of the morning was spent pitching ideas to each other, no matter how insane they were. They didn't care, as long as it had a chance at working. But after countless hours and many snack breaks, they couldn't think of a semi-plausible idea. Only after hearing Ben's dad's car coming in the driveway was when they stopped thinking. Ben pushed Jasmine out the back door and said he will try to get in touch with her some other time. Jasmine felt a rush of emotions fly into her as she wondered what her future held. When she was a far enough distance away and she concentrated on her home. However, her mind was so plagued with thoughts of Ben and possibly never seeing him again that see teleported into his room!

"Where am I?" Jasmine asked as she looked around the cluttered room. The room had all the common amenities of any normal room. A bed that had the covers hanging half-off over the side, a closet with too many t-shirts to count, a dresser that's drawers were filled with random bits of clothing. But all around the room, there were posters of pokemon, Lucarios, Pikachus, Arcanines, Blazikens, Nidoqueens, and centered over his bed was a picture of a lovely Gardevoir. "Am I in Ben's room? No wonder why mom liked him, he has a picture of our kind being the first and last thing he sees every night." On the ground were scattered, miscellaneous items that were of no importance other than making the room look disastrous. After making a full assessment of his room, she began to teleport again, but before she could, she heard footsteps coming towards the room which made her lose her focus. She quickly reacted by diving under the bed and just in the nick of time because at that moment, Ben was walking into the room.

He dove on the bed, happy as could be. Jasmine flinched as the mattress bounced an inch away from her face. She heard him cheerily yelling phrases like "Yes." and "Thank you God." Jasmine wondered what could possibly make him so happy. She was moving away and there was nothing either of them could do, so he is happy? She felt like jumping out from under the bed and wrapping her hands around his scrawny little neck. Yet, she knew she couldn't reveal herself from under the bed. She didn't want him to think she was a stalker.

He then picked up his pokedex off the ground and made a few phone calls. His sound was muffled from the mattress and she could only make out certain words and phrases. After he was done making the phone calls, he set the pokedex on the bed and looked for something in the closet. Finding a cozy jacket, he grabbed it from his closet and wrapped it around himself as he set off out of the room.

Jasmine slowly began crawling out from underneath the bed, when she stopped at something. It was a picture of her at school during some classes. He must have taken them when she wasn't aware because she was never looking at the camera; it was always a side view of her. Her heart warmed up as she thought about how much their friendship meant to him. She continued crawling out from under the bed, holding the pictures and after getting out from under the bed, she looked over them all again. She softly cried as she thought of the good times between her and Ben.

All of the sudden, her human form began to dissolve as her real shape took hold of her body. Again, she was no master of her powers and they only lasted just long enough to get through a school day. She looked over the images one last time as she attempted to change back into her human self. Rose petals appeared out of thin air and began to transform her body into her Ariel self. After she was done, she was ready to teleport when she heard a voice from the doorway.

"Ariel, you are a Gardevoir?" Standing in the doorway was Ben.Chapter End Notes:Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I will flip flop on both this story and my previous one with chapters, but I will get chapters out as fast as I can. Again, thank you and please review