- >Canterlot High
- >A place to learn.
- >A place to hate.
- >And of course a place to see your friends.
- >You are Anon.
- >And you're back from your holiday in Noonegivesadamnistan.
- >For the first time in a while you're happy to be in school.
- >You get to see the friends you've missed.
- >Speaking of which.
- >Pink covers your eyes in an instant and you tumble to the floor.
- >The air in your lungs get crushed by pink crazy, but firendly arms.
- “Hiya Anon! Howasyourholidayi reallymissed youso I decidedishouldthrowapartyforwhenyougetback-”
- “Pinkie, ribs collapsing, can't eugh-”
- >In an instant Pinkie if off you and you're on your feet, slowly catching your breath.
- “I missed you too Pinkie, where's Norman?”
- >Pinkie's face suddenly drops.
- >That's never a good sign.
- “He went to his friends funeral because he er, uhm...”
- “It's alright Pinkie, you don't have to tell me if it's bothering you too much.”
- >You wrap an arm around her and hug her close, comforting her and stroking her hair.
- >The bell rings, signalling the morning registration.
- >You walk with Pinkie into the school and make your way to your respective rooms, exchanging quick goodbyes before you go.
- >You walk in and plop yourself into a chair, just in time for the register.”
- “Hiiii Anon.”
- >You turn around and stare into the face of her.
- “Hey Derpy, how have you been?”
- >You smile at her and her eyes light up.
- “Well I've been okay, I got better at writing.”
- “Really? That's great to hear, how-”
- “ATTENTION CLASS!”
- >You whip your head around and shut up.
- >Ms Cheerilee is fucking pissed.
- >Again.
- >You wonder why she's angry this time.
- >She slams her bag down and grabs the register, near snapping it in her grip.
- >She shouts names across the room, ticks them off then throws the register onto the desk
- >Probably drunk.
- >Or she hasn't been laid in a while.
- >The bell rings again, telling you to get to first class.
- >You pull out your timetable and look for your class.
- >Maths, not too bad to start the day.
- >Although you would have preferred gym or something.
- >You get and grab your bag on the way out.
- “Hey Anon!”
- >You turn around and face Derpy, who nearly falls over a table.
- “Meet me outside the bathrooms after school, I wanna speak to you about something.”
- >She gives you a strange look, causing the hairs on your neck prick up.
- >The way she said that too, it seemed so-”
- “GET GOING YOU TWO! NOW!”
- >You hurry out the classroom, not wanting to get on Cheerilee's bad side.
- >Not after what is happened to Norman that one time.
- >You shudder at the thought and walk down the corridor.
- “Anon wait!”
- >You pause and look behind you, spotting Derpy following you.
- >You remember what she said about meeting her at the bathrooms.
- “Are you going to meet me then?”
- >You cant really say no.
- >Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
- “Yeah I will Derpy, see you then.”
- “Bye Anon.”
- >There's that weird look again.
- >You cant help but shudder.
- >With that, you turn around and make your way to Math.
- >It's lunchtime, and you're fucking hungry.
- >You grab a tray and stockpile food.
- >You look around the cafeteria for Pinkie.
- >She's nowhere to be seen.
- >Her friends aren't around either.
- >Well shit, might as well eat alone.
- >Not that it bothered you anyway.
- >The lunchtime bell rings, signalling the start of the lunchtime register.
- >With effortless speed you clear up your shit and make for your Ms Cheerilee's room.
- >Don't want to piss her off any more by being late.
- >You walk into the classroom and-
- “Hey Anon.”
- >Fuck, this is getting a little weird now.
- “Uh hey Derpy, you alright?”
- “Never better Anon. Are still meeting me later?”
- >Oh sweet mercy.
- >This is getting a little too creepy now.
- “Well I might be, um...”
- “Please Anon, it's important.”
- >Her eyes are pleading with you now.
- >Fuck, can't say no now.
- “I, uh yeah I will, bathrooms yeah?
- “Yep.”
- >She smiles and almost prances to her seat.
- >You take a seat and wait for Cheerilee, anxious to get the day over with.
- >You grab your bag and rummage round for your timetable.
- “ATTENTION!”
- >Jesus fucking christ.
- >You jump out of your skin and sit upright.
- >Everyone else in the class follows suit, some of them even yelping in surprise.
- >Once again, Cheerilee goes through the register with about as much enthusiasm as a teenager working the night shift in Tesco.
- >There goes the bell again.
- >You find your timetable and check.
- >Gym, awesome.
- >You always liked gym, it was a hell of a lot better than sitting in a classroom for another hour.
- >You stuff your timetable in your bag and head off to gym.
- >1 hour later, and you're sitting in your final class, still a bit out of breath from your gym class.
- >You glance at the clock above the blackboard.
- >45 minutes left.
- >Your thoughts drift along, until they suddenly stop on Derpy.
- >Why would she want to speak to you so desperately?
- >You hardly ever see each other, only at registration and two lessons on Thursday.
- >Your thoughts are interrupted by loud thumping on the wall.
- >Mr Discord stops speaking and whips his head around, staring at the wall behind him.
- “The fucks going on?”
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