[b][color=deepskyblue]Tim Wolfe[/color][/b]

[hider=Pokemon and items]Rocky the Rockruff. 
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It was beautiful day on the island, the sun was shining, the Pidgey were chirping, and the flowers were in full bloom. Under normal circumstances, this would be a good day for Tim. However, today was his first day at Pokemon Masters Academy, and he was dreading it. He got so much crap from other kids at his previous school, and now he was meeting new people. Would they torment him too? Maybe things would be different here, and he’d actually make friends, but he wasn’t sure...

Tim slowly made his way to the castle amphitheater, Rocky, his Rockruff bounded ahead of him. The Rock type Pokémon was actually happy to be here. When he got there, he saw a bunch of students. Tim took a deep breath. [color=deepskyblue]“Ok... here goes... something...”[/color] According to his seating assignment, his class was supposed to be in the third row. 

As Tim nervously approached the third row, he was racking his brains on what to do or say to the others when he got there. If anything at all... Suddenly, Rocky let out a bark, and ran up to a boy in his row, and nuzzled on his leg. “Ruff!”

Tim ran after his Pokémon. [color=deepskyblue]“Oh Rocky no...”[/color] He scooped the Rock type up into his arms, and apologized profusely. [color=deepskyblue]“I-I-I’m really sorry about him...”[/color] He said to a boy with dark gray hair that had the name Troy written up on his name tag. He supposed now that he was in this situation, he had to say something. [color=deepskyblue]“Um... this is Rocky, and um... I-I-I’m Tim...”[/color] He managed to stutter out, only to mentally chastise himself for saying it. He was wearing a name tag, he could see his name.

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