[Fennekin was a pokemon who had trouble controlling her fire. No matter how hard she tried, when her anger got the best of her it's best to move out the way so you don't get burned..shes very cautious about getting close to other pokemon because of it. So, so many in the past.. she's hurt and lost, because of her type. But she couldn't be mad at them..After she explodes, why would anybody want to be friends with her? It's common sense. But there's one Pokemon who didn't care about that..even after falling victim to it.]

[At her school, Monotone Elementary, she sat in a tunnel on the playground. It was dark, aside from the firey glow that came from her body that illuminated the area around her. Her ears were flat against her head, as she was deep in thought.]

[Her ears stood up as she heard footsteps coming, she looked towards the tunnel with a slight feeling of dread, her fur sticking up..assuming it was one of the druggies again coming to harass her. Instead, a familiar and friendly face pokes in, causing her fur to relax.]

"Oh, hey Chespin.."

[She gave a small smile, her ear flicking at the feeling of something small, like a bug, brushing against it.]