Title:           Sweetie Belle - Part 1
Author:          TheClance
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First Edit:      Sunday 26th of January 2014 01:17:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 26th of January 2014 01:17:38 PM CDT

>You are young anon, a hormonally challenged high school student
>It's your third year here, and you can think of few circles of hell worse than this
>The primary reason you get up in the morning is to stare at girls in seats ahead of you
>One anatomical structure, a particular terminal portion of a certain limb, interests you the most
>Unfortunately, every girl at this school wears comically large boots up to their knees
>You aren't in any rush to snag a girlfriend, they come and go during the course of high school
 
>For now, a stereo-typically ritualistic teacher drones on about something math-like
>That's as specific as you can get, considering all you hear is the ticking of a nearby wall clock
>After a painfully long time, you notice your colleagues begin to put their things away
>That's your cue to follow suit; and your teacher's cue to check the clock and dismiss the class
>You stand up with a strained sigh, the monotony of your daily schedule taking its toll
>The day is almost over, you can't help but rush out into the hall
>Or rather, you have would have done so if a pale skinned girl with pinkish hair hadn't blocked your path
 
>"Anon, right?" She chirps
"Yes."
>Your answer comes out more gruff than you intended
>You're not good with people
>But she laughs for some reason
>More of a giggle, actually
>"I was thinking earlier about how you sit behind me every day yet we barely talk! Isn't that funny?"
"Hah."
>It wasn't that funny
 
>"My name's Sweetie Belle, I'm kinda new. Not to the school, just to this class. I didn't move here recently or anything, I've lived here forever. In the town, not the school. I've only been at this school a year, since I'm in tenth grade. What grade are you in?"
>She talks a lot, but her voice is kinda cute
"Eleventh. Where's your next class?"
>You didn't want to stand here all day, you had classes to go to
>"Oh! It's this way, come on!" She exclaims before grabbing your arm and leading you to the hall
>Her hands are really soft
 
>You walk with her to her class, talking about various subjects along the way
>Teachers, other students, etc
>Apparently she has a sister that goes here, a senior
>You walk her all the way to her class even though it's not on your typical route
>She says to meet her after dismissal, you're a really fun and open guy
>Also she needs help with an extracurricular activity
 
>You go to class, meet Sweetie after school, and other negligible things
>After a short walk you arrive at Sweetie Belle's house
>It strangely resembles a carousel
>There's an equally pale girl with purple hair inside
>"Sweetie? That you?" The purple haired lady calls from her sewing machine
>"Yep! I brought home a friend, is that okay?"
>"Oh yes, sure. Have fun."
>She didn't even look to see who you were
>You hope she isn't Sweetie's mom
 
>Sweetie excitedly drags you upstairs into her room
>It's very frilly and pastel themed, about what you expected
>She scrambles to pick up discarded clothing items from her floor
>"You can sit on the bed if you want, just give me a sec."
>You follow her instruction
>Eventually she plops herself down next to you on her bed, beaming
>Not even saying anything
>Did she forget you were here
>"Oh! Shoot, I almost forgot. Rarity doesn't like shoes on in here since the carpet's white."
>She does her best to lift her feet off the floor while untying her mile-long laces
>You slip your shoes off and place them in the hall
>By the time you come back she's still struggling with her boots
"Want help?"
>Your question surprises her, as if she forgot you could talk
>"Hrmph. Yeah, I think these shoes are getting too small."
 
>You kneel down in front of her and she swings her foot a little closer to you
>"Alright, you let's pull on three!" She can't seem to hold back her laughter
>This is a funny situation, you suppose
>Regardless, the only thing you can focus on is the smell
>Even inside her boot, you can smell that distinct foot odor
>It's not overpowering, and seems to have a hint of perfume
>This girl must be magic or something