- >Be Anon.
- >Junior year in high school.
- >And today, you’re transferring to your new school.
- >Canterlot High.
- >Your parents decided it’d be best to try out a new change in scenery.
- >Been living in a small town for so long, that the city, seemed too foreign to you.
- >”Excited about your first day?” Your father says.
- “...Can’t really say.”
- >”Don’t worry about it. A new change in scenery, is good every now and again.”
- “I guess you’re right. Hopefully city people aren’t as stuck up or full of themselves.
- >Your dad lightly chuckles at your remark. “I’m sure you’ll find someone who isn’t like that.”
- “Yeah, hopefully.”
- >You arrive to your new school shortly thereafter.
- >Pretty large, and it looks nice too.
- >And damn, there’s alot of people.
- >There’s a shitload of people here, I’ll tell you that much.”
- “You can say that again.”
- >You exit your dads’ car before he calls out to you.
- >”Hey, Anon?”
- “Yeah dad.”
- >”Don’t be a huge faggot on your first day, alright?”
- “Whatever, cumdumpster.”
- >”Yeah, see ya later, urethra licker.”
- “Later, Tranny Mandy.”
- >With that, your dad takes off.
- >Damn fine father-son relationship.
- >Damn fine.
- >Once you’re done reminiscing about the good ol’ days, you head to the main gate of your new school.
- >Before coming here, you checked out a map of the school to find your classes, so you wouldn’t end up wandering around aimlessly.
- >Not only did the school astound you, but the others around you did as well.
- >Expensive looking clothing, jewelry and quite a few other things you’ve never seen before.
- >Typical rich douchebaggery snobs.
- “Ooof!” Someone randomly runs into you with total disregard.
- “Hey! Watch it!”
- >”Fuck yourself, bitch!”
- >And with that, he speeds off.
- “City motherfuckers.” You say to yourself.
- *Sigh* “Time to start the day.”
- >You check your schedule and see what’s first.
- >Let’s see, math.
- >Damn.
- >Math was never your strong suit.
- >The mix of numbers, exponents all kinds of symbols and fucking letters baffled and irritated you.
- >But, enough of complaining, and more walking to your class.
- >You arrive at your destination and see most of it is filled.
- >Oh look, an empty seat at the back near a window.
- >How very protagonist like.
- >Well, fuck it then.
- >Chinese cartoon sitcom time! Go!
- >Once seated, you look around to see what kind of people you’re next to.
- >Let’s see now.
- >The one in front is drooling.
- >Either really tired, or doesn’t give a fuck.
- >Not going to help you one bit, that’s for sure.
- >Next to him is some southern looking girl.
- >Long blonde hair.
- >A stetson.
- >And beautiful emerald eyes.
- >She’s also talking to the girl next to you.
- >Long purple hair with random streaks of color.
- >A sweater vest
- >And quite a few books.
- >She seems like the intelligent type.
- >She could be of real help.
- >Getting to know her better will surely help.
- >”Alright class, settle down please.”
- >Well, here’s your teacher.
- >Nothing out of the ordinary.
- >He reminds you alot of your old teachers back home.
- >Hopefully he’s cool.
- >”Some of you already know who I am, but to those who don’t, my name is Mr.Rational.”
- >What a suitable name for a teacher of mathematics.
- >”Let’s begin, shall we class”.
- >After a long lecture about numbers, you head to your next few classes of the morning.
- >At least history and science were a little more interesting.
- >Now it’s time for lunch.
- >Grabbing a tray, you start examining the ‘food.’
- >If you can even call it that.
- >Thinking twice about it, you just settle for some fruit that noone seems to grab.
- >Finding a table with little to no people seemed futile.
- >Finding a table with little to no people seemed futile.
- >You then spot a table devoid of anyone, and then proceed to sit your ass down.
- >Once seated, you begin to eat your sustenance for the day.
- >Damn good apples, that’s for sure.
- >Looking around, you manage to spot someone staring at you.
- >Not making it obvious, you pretend to not notice, and continue eating.
- >She gets up off her seat and starts to head towards your direction.
- >God, hopefully she doesn’t come this way.
- >Speak of the Devil, she is.
- >Wonder what does she want?
- >Nothing friendly with a smug look like that.
- >Or the ketchup and mustard color mix in her hair
- >Hopefully it’s a simple ‘fuck you new guy’ and that’s it.
- >”Hi there. You’re the new guy, right?”
- “Yup, that’s me.” Then you proceed to take another bite of that heavenly apple.
- >”Well, new guy, since you don’t know the rules around here, I’ll gladly tell you so you won’t end up on my bad side.”
- >Oh. Here we go.
- >”First; when I tell you to do something, you do it, got it?”
- “Ok, I guess.”
- >”Second; don’t ever question what I say or do. Everything ‘I’ do has meaning.” She says in a prideful manner.
- >”Another impor-”
- >You decided it was best to ignore everything else she had to say.
- >nofucksgiven.jpg
- “-with everything covered, you’ll be a good little boy, now will you?”
- *Sigh* “Yes I will. Hate getting on peoples’ bad sides anyways.”
- >”Good, now I’ll be taking my leave.”
- >Good riddance.
- >”Oh, and one more thing.”
- >Jeez! What now!
- >”The names’ Sunset Shimmer, don’t forget it now.”
- >You could swear that she just winked at you.
- >Probably just your imagination again.
- >Another thing, why’s everyone staring at your direction?
- >Did that conversation with Condiment Hair do that?
- >Does she really have that much of an influence on everyone?
- >No time to ponder on the subject at hand.
- >It’s that time again to start heading to your next class.
- >Speaking of classes, what’s next?
- >Art.
- >Fuck Yeah!
- >A place for your imagination to run wild.
- >And somewhere where you can relax and catch up on drawings that you’ve procrastinated on.
- >No time to waste.
- >Let’s go!
- >Once inside, you find a plethora of art supplies and art adorning the walls of past students.
- >The seating in here is made so you have someone seated next to you.
- >Probably for a group project, or just inspiration.
- >Fine by you.
- >Anywhere open?
- >Oh look, the back has an open seat.
- >This is a bad habit.
- >Maybe you’ll get lucky and get someone who’ll actually talk to you.
- >Suddenly, the door flies open and in rushes a pink blur.
- >Is it possible to move that fast?
- >Only God (or science) can explain that.
- >The pink blur is bouncing around and talking to the other students.
- >She seems beyond happy.
- >And pretty popular for someone who can’t seem to stand still.
- >She’s all bubbly-like, with a puffy, pink and curly hairstyle.
- >Seems like a great person to talk to.
- >She spots you looking at her, and then proceeds to bounce her way towards you.
- >Why’s that?
- >”MynamesPinkiePiewhatsyours.”
- >Woah! Say what again?
- >Man, she speaks as fast as she moves.
- “Sorry, I uh, didn’t catch that.”
- >”Oh silly me. Gotta work on that. Hehe.”
- >At least she’s nice.
- >Unlike someone you met.
- >”The names Pinkie Pie. What’s yours?”
- “Anonymous, but you can call me Anon.”
- >”Oooh. Can I call you Nonny instead?”
- “I don’t see why not.”
- >”YAY! I made a new best friend!”
- You lightly chuckle at her enthusiasm. “And so have I.”
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