Rowlet was in his private helicopter. He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

"Rowlet, are you ready for descent?" asked his butler.

"Of course," he said. He put on his flying goggles. The door below the helicopter opened and Rowlet jumped.

Using his wings to steer, he calmly descended rapidly to the ground.

The school was a little bit to the left of him, so he turned a little until he noticed the flagpole.

"Agad!" he said and turned to the ground. Skidding on the ground, he lost his balance, did a front flip and landed on the turf.

Rowlet brushed off the dirt from his back and jogged briskly towards the schoolyard.

Where was Snivy? Rowlet scouted the crowd. There she was, chatting with the Eevee and Piplup.

"Snivy!" Rowlet called. "Salutations!"

"Salutations, Rowlet!" Snivy said. "Aw, I'm so glad you got into this institution!"

"Yeah, I concur," Rowlet said. "I guess your recommendation helped."

"And the $20 million donation your parents made," Snivy corrected.

"Well, that too," Rowlet said.

"Snivy, I need to tell you something!" Piplup said. "In private!"

"Wait, hold on Rowlet," Snivy said. "Just a sec!"

Snivy raced off after her friends.

Rowlet stood there. He took off his googles and dusted himself off.

"Huh, there are so many commoners here," he said. "I expected this institution to have more Pokémon from higher-class families."

Rowlet waited. He tapped his foot.

"Well, this is awkward..." Rowlet told himself. "Maybe I should see where Snivy went."

But before he could, the bell rang.

Rowlet calmly walked into the school but was overrun by Pokémon to his classes.

Ruffled and dusty, Rowlet stumbled into school.

Is this really how school's going to start? Rowlet thought as he pushed the door open to room 105.