((Well, let's hope I get it right this time. This time, it's for me to tell a story, not to flatter people. Don't expect cameos . Hope you all like first person stories....Also, if anyone wants to edit this *coughPheocough* that'd be nifty ^^. Enjoy. Nice comments are always great, but tips and criticism are better ^^)) The University of Johto At Violet City (( Massive, MASSIVE thanks and creds to Magpie for the awesome crest ♥ ))Teddy The view in this dorm was so much better than the one I had last year. That’s the first thing I always noticed about anywhere, the view. I’m not sure why, really. People say I spend a lot of time looking out windows…and I guess that’s true, I ended up looking out the single window in the dorm for something like ten minutes before I even unpacked. But if you saw it, you wouldn’t blame me. My door, 316, was on the sixth floor of the dorm building, and my room faced south. That’s the best part of it, when you consider that Johto University is north of Violet City. I mean, I can’t watch the sun rise or set, like I could last year, but, past the lake and behind the trees, you could see Sprout Tower, stretching above the rest of the Violet City skyline. I really loved it, to be honest. Everything just kind of…flowed. The lake on campus kind of met with the ground, which led to the trees. And the trees got higher and higher, and then there was Sprout Tower. Maybe half of it was blocked by the trees, but that was part of the beauty of it. It kind of looked like a giant tree stump. Maybe that legend of it being a Bellsprout was true…I wouldn’t doubt it, actually… After a few more minutes gazing out the window, I decided I had better start unpacking. My mom had already made my bed (she refused to leave until I let her do at least that. Not gonna complain though. She’s a nice woman, my mom. Could love ya to death.), and my suitcase was still resting on top of it. I had at least managed to unpack my laptop, which was now sitting on the desk, right in line with the window. That was the great part about getting to the dorm first – you got first picks on everything. I unzipped my suitcase and started unloading the clothes. I figured I’d have a bit of method to the stuffing them into the drawers under the bed, but nothing to fancy. Shirts in one drawer, pants in another, socks and underwear in the third. It only took a few minutes, and then I moved on to getting my deodorant, soap, razor and whatnot into a little bag for the bathroom. I live such a thrilling life. The last thing I unpacked was my messenger bag, which I just tossed next to the desk. Of course, I had forgotten that both my Poke Balls were still in there. The two of them rolled out, side by side. Neither one opened, thankfully. I walked over and picked them up, placed one of them on the wooden coffee table provided by the University, and enlarged the other one. I opened the Poke Ball, shrunk it back down, and placed it on the coffee table, next to the other. Standing next to the table was Walter, the Wartortle I had begun my journey with. He was a funny little guy, to be honest. He kind of did this thing that sounded like humming. I had never heard a Pokemon do that before I met Walter. He was humming something that sounded like a song I had heard before, but I couldn’t even come close to placing it. His tail was rocking back and forth with the song, like a metronome. Walter began walking around the room, checking everything out, getting a feel for his new home. I walked over to my desk and grabbed my bag. There were two notebooks, one green one brown, inside, and blue-colored pocket folder. I pulled the folder out and sat down on my bed. The sheets were a normal kind of tan color, nothing fancy. I think it was my aunt who bought them for me, as a “going off to university” gift. It was a kind gesture, and sure, I appreciated it, but it was nothing really special, y’know? Walter had hopped up on my desk, nearly crushing the laptop in the process, to look out the window. He seemed to be just as impressed by the view as I was. He pressed both his paws up against the window, and his nose was nearly touching it as well. He wasn’t blinking as his eyes moved in all different directions, taking in the entire vista. Every few minutes he’d reposition himself for a different view of it. To me, it looked like he wanted to go swimming in the lake. After a few minutes of watching Walter, I opened up the folder, and took a look at my class schedule. I had Pr. Richardson again, this year, for some Coordinating stuff, and that was okay with me. Some people thought she was a bit uptight, but I didn’t see it. She really knows her stuff, too. I was thrilled to have Dr. O’Hara for one of my history courses this year, “The History of Johto; Myths, Gangs, and Legends” the man was a genius, the Department Head for History of Johto University. And not just the Violet City campus, but the ones at Olivine and Blackthorne, as well. Safe to say I was excited for his class. But the class I was really looking forward to was the one with Dr. Maxwell Julliard. Last year I didn’t have a class with him, because of some registration mistake. But what happened last year didn’t upset me at all this year, not when I saw his name on my class schedule. He had won the Grand Festival in Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn. Pr. Richardson was a good coordinator and all, but this guy was incredible. My first class was tomorrow, and it was with Dr. Julliard. I was incredibly excited. After a few minutes mentally planning my day tomorrow, based on what my classes were, I looked up. My roommate was standing in the doorway. He looked taller than me, but other than that, nothing too significant. The clothes he was wearing could be considered “sporty”, and I’m not normally one to stereotype, but he was probably a battler. He didn’t really have a suitcase, just this big duffle bag. “You uh…” he looked down at a piece of paper, “Theodore Duggan?” “Uhm, yeah, but nobody actually calls me Theo-” I began, only to be cut off. “Cool. Well, I’m gonna unpack. Try not to get in my way too much.” It wasn’t so much what he said as it was the way he said it that irritated me. It was really condescending. I wasn’t going to let it bother me, though. No use getting worked up over something small like that, and getting off on the wrong foot with the guy I was going to be living with for the next few months. And besides, tomorrow was a new day.