Title:           Still thinking of a name
Author:          AWritingFaggot
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First Edit:      Saturday 2nd of January 2016 10:17:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 5th of January 2016 10:56:08 PM CDT

>"Hey anon, how about a little game of strip penalty shootout?"
>"Or are you just too chicken?"
"'Strip penalty shootout?'"
"Jesus Christ Rainbow, how do you even come up with this stuff?"
> "So... You're chicken. Hah, I knew it."
"Oh, you're on."
> You know exactly what you've gotten yourself into, as there is literally no chance of you beating the CHS soccer champion.
> Still, you'd rather put up a struggle rather than just walk away.
> "Ha, good luck!" Rainbow says with a giant smirk.
"I'm going first."
> "Go right ahead, it's your funeral."
> You both walk over to one of the soccer nets.
> You position the ball at one of the penalty lines, and Rainbow heads over to the net.
> It's getting a bit late out, and thus a bit chilly.
> You gulp, and take a few steps back in preparation for your first shot.
"You ready?" you nervously ask.
> "Hit me."
> You run towards the ball at full speed.
> You aren't the fastest runner around, but definitely not the slowest either.
> As you are just a few steps away from the ball, you prepare to go in for a kick.
> You aim for the center, but you accidentally miss, and hit the ball on the side.
> Preparing yourself for the worst, your heart sinks.
> If you can't even hit the ball right, how can you possibly even stand a chance?
> The ball begins to fly way off to the side, but to your surprise, it begins to curve...
> Rainbow sees this, and dives to where she thinks the ball will be.
> However, the shot was just too perfect.
> As Rainbow jumps towards the incoming ball, her hands just barely miss, and the ball flies straight into one of the corners of the net.
> You stand there, your mouth wide open.
> You... Actually landed a shot...
> Maybe you do have a chance?
> Your shock quickly turns into excitement.
"Ha, take THAT!"
> "What?! Lucky shot."
"You bet your ass it was. Now take your jacket off."
> "No way, creep."
"Hey, it was your idea to play this."
> Rainbow's face turns bright red from anger.
> "Fine." She says, grinding her teeth.
> She takes her blue jacket off, and throws it to the side.
> "Go," she says, as she picks up the ball.
> You exchange places with her, and she puts the ball down on the penalty line.
> You prepare yourself, as she walks back a good ten steps.
"I'm rea-"
> Rainbow doesn't wait for you to finish, and immediately breaks into a sprint.
> In a flash, she kicks the ball with all her rage.
> You duck.
> The ball flies at a supersonic speed, and whizzes right past you, hitting the exact center of the net.
> You were lucky that you ducked, or else it would've hit you right in the face.
> "Now THATS a shot."
"Calm down Rainbow, you nearly killed me."
> Rainbow doesn't seem angry anymore, but now she's standing proudly, as if she'd just won the game.
> "Aaanyways, off with your shirt."
"Rules are rules..." You mumble.
> You take off your shirt, revealing your lightly-toned chest.
> You aren't very muscular, and you're a bit embarrassed to have Rainbow see you like this.
> However, she doesn't really seem to care.
> "Your turn," she says.
> You both swap places once again.
> You take a few steps back, and lean on one leg.
> You take a few deep breaths in preparation for your next shot.
"Focus, Anon."
"You can do this."
> "Just shoot already!" You hear Rainbow shout.
"Ready?"
> "Just go!"
> You run at the ball and kick, this time, aiming for side of the ball rather than the center.
> You feel a good shot coming.
> This is gonna be good...
> You hit the ball, and your heart sinks once again.
> Maybe it was your ego, or maybe you simply suck, but you just barely graze the ball with a reckless amount of energy.
> The ball flies way off into the side, and you see it disappear into some shrubs and bushes.
> "AHAHA! Haha! ha!"
> Rainbow is lying on the ground, bawling with laughter.
> "And I thought for a minute you were good!"
"Whatever. I'll get the ball," you say in a disappointed tone.
> Walking off the field, you shiver a bit from the cold.
> You also notice how it's getting darker by the minute.
> You arrive at where you last saw the ball go; a few shrubs near the edge of a wooded trail.
> It's a bit hard to see anything through the darkness, but you manage to catch a glimpse of the ball.
> It's nested deep in one of the bushes.
> You try to reach for it, parting the bush with one hand, and reaching in with the other.
"Shit!"
> You jolt your arm back, now stained with a decent amount of blood.
"Fucking thorns!"
> The back of your right palm was cut, trailing a few inches down the back of your arm.
> "Hey, what's taking so long?" You hear Rainbow exclaim in the distance.
"Nothing, almost got it!" You shout back.
> "Don't make me come over there!"
"I won't, just lemme get it."
> You think of other possible ways to get the ball.
> You feel your right arm throb a tiny bit, and this gives you an idea.
> You head back up to the field.
> "Got it?"
> Ignoring her, you pick up the shirt you dropped, and you wrap it around your bleeding arm.
> You go back to the bush, and attempt to get the ball out once more.
> This time, your arm is insulated with your t-shirt, so you won't get cut again.
> You reach in as far as you can, and your fingers just gently graze the ball.
"God..."
> You reach in harder
"Fucking..."
> You hear the sound of the thorns tearing at your shirt.
> You feel the ball, and grab it.
"Damn it!"
> You pull your arm out, with such force that you stumble to the ground.
> The ball now lies beside you, and have a look at your arm.
> Your shirt still covers it, but you can now see holes all over it.
> It's also absorbed a bit of blood, which looks very noticeable as a dark red stain on the light gray shirt.
> "Whoa..."
> You turn around, to see a stunned Rainbow standing there.
> "Are you ok?" She gently asks.
"Yeah, just a few thorns."
"I'm fine."
> "You sure?"
"Yeah. I got the ball, let's go."
> You both walk back onto the field, and it's getting very hard to see.
"Wait here, I'll get the lights."
> At the corners of the field stand four huge lamps, overgrown with vines and greenery.
> "Power's there," Rainbow tells you, as she points to one of the lamps.
"Thanks."
> You walk over to the lamp, and sure enough, a power box is attached to it.
> You open it up, and see two buttons; labelled POWER, and RESTART.
> You press the button labeled POWER, and one by one, the lamps light up.
> The field is now illuminated, and you can see perfectly.
"Got it," you say as you walk over to the net.
> "Yeah, I know, I'm not blind."
> Point taken.
> "Ready?"
"Go."
> Rainbow walks a few steps back, and rushes at the ball once again.
> She hits it, but it doesn't go nearly as fast as it did her first shot.
> You can see it flying through the air.
> It's going left.
> You jump, extending your hands out to where the ball is headed.
> You feel something hit them.
> Landing on the ground from your dive, you see the ball bounce a few times, before coming to a gentle halt.
> You stopped the ball.
> "What?" Rainbow says, bewildered.
> You chuckle.
> Rainbow comes to her senses.
> "No way! No one stops my shots!"
"Your turn."
> "This isn't over," Rainbow mumbles.
> You swap places with her once more, and position yourself for yet another shot.
> You don't take too much time to prepare, as that didn't turn out too well for you last time.
"Ready?"
> "You don't have to ask every time, sheesh."
"Fine, I won't."
> You run towards the ball, aiming for the side again.
> As you are about to kick, you close your eyes.
> You hear your foot hit the ball.
> Then, you hear the ball bounce.
> You open your eyes, and look at the scene.
> You smile.
> The ball is lying smack in the middle of the net, with Rainbow lying right next to it.
"That's how it's DONE!"
> No response.
> You have a closer look, and you see that Rainbow is holding her face.
"Shit..."
> You run over to the net, realizing that you've hit her with that shot.
"Oh my God," you say as you approach her.
"I'm so sorry..."
> "Fuck you."
> "Hitting me is one thing, but BEING HAPPY about it?"
"What? Rainbow, I didn't see I hit you, I closed my eyes when I took the shot."
> "Yeah right."
"No, I swear!"
"I'd never do that on purpose."
> "I'm done playing," she says as she gets up.
> She walks over to her jacket, and puts it on.
> She then heads over to the bleachers, and sits down right next to where she left her backpack.
> You put your torn up shirt on, and walk over to her.
> You sit down right next to her.
“I told you, I’m sorry that I hit you.”
> “Yeah, I know.”
“I didn’t mean to laugh at it either, I didn’t see what happened.”
> “Yep.”
> You sit in silence for a bit.
> Rainbow eventually opens up her backpack, and pulls out a can of beer.
“You carry alcohol to school?”
> “Mhm,” she says as she opens the can.
> She takes a sip.
> “Want some?” She asks as she offers you the can.
“Sure.”
> You take a mouthful, and give it back to her.
“You know you didn’t really tell me why you challenged me at this.”
> “Yep.”
“You wanna maybe tell me now?”
> She sighs, and takes another sip.
> “To be honest, well, I kinda wanted to… Show off.”
> “I thought you looked pretty bad at the game, so I thought you were an easy target.”
“In other words, you were picking on me?”
> “Well, kinda...”
> You move your hand towards her, motioning for her to pass you the beer.
> She gives you the can, and you take another sip.
> You sit in silence together, taking turns sipping from the can.
> "By the way, is your arm fine?" Rainbow eventually says.
"Yeah, it stopped bleeding a while ago."
> Rainbow lightly tosses the can to the side.
> "It's empty."
> "Got the time?"
> You take your phone out from your pocket, and turn the screen on.
"8:42. It's getting pretty late, huh."
> You put your phone back into your pocket.
> "Yeah... You have a car, right?"
> You're honestly quite surprised that Rainbow considers that pile of trash a car.
"Sure, it's in the parking lot."
> "Well... Could you drive me home?"
"Yeah, of course."
> You get off the bleachers, and motion Rainbow to follow you.
> It's a short walk, and in no time you are standing in front of your car.
> It's an old Honda, and a lot of the once-black paint has been eaten away by a fine coating of rust.
"Yeah, I know, it's shit."
> "Hey, at least you have a car."
"True."
> You hop in the driver seat, and Rainbow walks over to the front door on the other side of the car.
> She tries to open it, but it doesn't budge.
"It's broken, lemme get if for you."
> From the inside of the car, you lean over to the door, and open it.
"Only opens from the inside."
> "Uh-uh..."
> She sits down, and you start the car up.
"Where to?"
> "312 Sunset Drive."
> It's not far from where you live, and you recognize the street name.
> You pull out of the parking lot, and drive off.
> You drive in silence, trying to focus on the road.
> "Can I turn on some music?"
"I'd rather not, I hate that stuff on the radio."
> "Alright."
> Rainbow gently leans her head on the window, and closes her eyes.
> The rest of the ride takes about ten minutes, and you watch the road as Rainbow rests.
> Eventually, you pull over right next to her house.
"You awake?" You ask.
> You don't get a response.
> You gently nudge Rainbow's shoulder, and she lifts her head up off the window.
> "Huh...?"
"We're here."
> "Oh, alright..."
> She opens the door, and begins to get out of the car.
> "Hey, Anon," she says as she turns her head towards you.
> "Thanks for the ride."
> "And for tonight," she adds.
> You don't really know how to respond, so you just smile.
"My pleasure," you eventually say.
> "See ya in class?"
"See ya."
> She gets out, and shuts the door.
> As she walks off, you start up your car again.
> You sigh.
> You're all alone again.
> You drive over to your house, just a few blocks away.
> You park your car in the driveway, and walk up to your house.
> You unlock the door, and walk right in.
> Your house is moderate-sized, with two, small floors.
> The first floor has a living room, a washroom, and a kitchen, while the second floor has another washroom, and a bedroom.
> After taking off your shoes, you head over to the living room.
> You throw yourself down on the couch, and turn on the TV.
> You check the time.
> 9:16.
> You have a few hours to kill, and so you decide to watch a movie.
> Flipping through the various genres on Netflix, you settle on the first comedy that you find.
> You turn it on, get a bit more comfortable, and relax.
> You chuckle a bit here and there, but the movie doesn't turn out to be much good.
> It doesn't really seem to have much of a plot, and most of the characters are just there for comical effect.
> About thirty minutes into the movie, your mind begins to drift off.
> You start to think about what happened today.
> Rainbow was quite popular at your school, and you were mostly just a loner.
> Still, you both seemed to have a pretty good time together.
> It dawns upon you that you're excited to see her tomorrow.
> A bit nervous, but excited nonetheless.
> Your stomach grumbles.
> You haven't really eaten anything today, have you?
> You put the movie on pause, and head over to the kitchen.
> As you open your fridge, you are disappointed to see how empty it is.
"Half-eaten taco, syrup, rotten banana..." You list to yourself.
> You search around some more, and find some leftovers in a takeout box.
> There's a bit of rice left, as well as some noodles.
> You put the food on a plate, and heat it up in your microwave.
> While you wait, you find yourself a mostly-full water bottle to drink.
> The microwave sounds.
> You take your food out, grab a fork, and sit down at the dinner table, right next to your water bottle.
> You put a forkful of noodles in your mouth, only to spit it out.
"Shit!"
> The food is steaming hot, and you've just burnt your tongue.
> You leave your food to cool down, and return to the couch to finish the movie.
> It still sucks.
> A few minutes later, you put it on pause again and head off to the dinner table.
> You taste a small bit of food to check if it's still hot.
> It's perfect, not too hot, and not too cold.
> You finish up the rest of the food, and drink some of the water.
> You put the dirty plate in the sink, and go back to finish off your movie.
> You find it quite boring, and the couch quite comfortable.
> Before you know it, it's getting hard to keep your eyes open.
> The movie eventually ends, and the only sound left in your house is the gentle buzz coming from your heater.
> Closing your eyes, you remember how calm Rainbow looked when she was asleep in your car.
> You wish she were here, with you...
> You fall asleep.
 
End of Day 1
 
> Your phone's alarm rings.
"Ughhh..." You moan.
> You reach for your phone, still in the pocket of your pants.
> You pull it out, and turn on the screen.
> You turn off the alarm, and lie back down on the couch.
> About five minutes pass, and you decide to get up.
> You stretch, and begin your morning routine.
> First off, you head upstairs, into your room.
> You grab a set of clean clothes, and head off into the washroom.
> You brush your teeth first, then quickly undress, and walk into the shower.
> While showering, you rub some of the warm water into your eyes, and this helps wake you up.
> After you're done washing yourself, you dry yourself off, and put on the new set of clothes.
> The set consists of some old jeans, and a black shirt, which looks a bit big on you.
> You head back downstairs.
> Breakfast time.
> Scavenging the kitchen, you find a bit of milk and some old cereal.
> You grab yourself a bowl, and combine the two.
> There isn't much milk, and thus most of the cereal remains dry.
> After finishing your meal, you grab your backpack, put on some shoes, and head off outside.
> It's still partially dark out, and also a bit chilly.
> Maybe you should've put on a hoodie.
> Nonetheless, you head off to the bus stop.
> You decide to take a shortcut, through a forest trail.
> The trail begins just a block away, and ends almost directly at the bus stop.
> Soon enough, you arrive at the trail, and step onto the narrow dirt road.
> It's mid-spring, and you can't help but notice how beautiful the trail is this time of year.
> The trees are bright green, and the smell of blooming flowers fills the air.
> You admire the greenery, and in no time, you are at the end of the trail.
> You walk back on to the sidewalk, and turn left towards the bus stop.
> You walk for a bit, and before you know it, you're at the stop.
> There are already a few other students here; the DJ girl, and the freshman trio that always follow each other around.
> You walk over to the back of the bus stop, and find a comfortable place to stand as you wait.
> A bit of time goes by, and a few more people come to the stop.
> There's that eco kid who's about twice your size, and that crazy friend of Rainbow's.
> As the last of the students arrive, you catch a glimpse of the bus in the distance.
"Took it long enough," you mutter.
> You walk to the front of the stop.
> The bus approaches, and the rest of the students clump up behind you.
> It comes to a screeching halt, and the doors open right in front of you.
> You walk on, searching for an empty seat.
> You find one right in the middle of the bus, and sit down.
> You move over to the window seat, and you place your backpack in the empty spot.
> You glance outside, and wait for everyone else to have a seat.
> "Anon, right?"
> You turn your head.
> It's that friend of Rainbows, the one who throws parties all the time.
"Yeah."
> "Seat taken?" She asks as she points to your backpack.
"No, go right ahead."
> You move your backpack to your lap, and she sits down.
> "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, but most people just call me Pinkie."
"Nice to meet you."
> The bus starts moving.
> "You know, you look different from what I thought you'd look like."
"What's that?"
> "Well, Rainbow told me a bit about you yesterday."
> Upon hearing this, your heartbeat rises.
"What'd she say?" You ask, trying to keep your cool.
> "Not much, she just mentioned that you were really good at soccer."
"That's all?"
> "Yeah, pretty much."
> You relax.
"Oh."
> "Yeah, I just thought you'd look a bit more athletic or something."
"Alright."
> "You know, you can't be such a loner."
"I'm sorry?"
> You just met this girl, and now she's telling you what you can and can't do.
> "Like you always sit alone at lunch and stuff..."
"Yeah, that's my choice."
> "You just look pretty lonely."
"I don't mind it."
> You've been alone for as long as you can remember, and you've grown quite used to it.
> You find it rather nice, you don't have to deal with other people, and other people don't have to deal with you.
> "Well, anyways, I'm throwing a party this weekend, you should totally come!"
> You think about it, and you have nothing else planned for the weekend.
"I'll think about it."
"When is it?"
> "Here, I'll text you the time so you don't forget."
> "What's your number?" She asks as she gives you her contact list on her phone.
> You create a new contact, and type in your number.
"There," you say as you finish.
"Thanks for the invitation," you add.
> "No problem!" She says with a huge smile.
> She opens up her backpack, digs around a bit, and pulls out a... cupcake?
> "Cupcake?" She offers.
"No thanks," you respond.
> "Okey doke!"
> You proceed to stare out the window as Pinkie eats her food.
> Every day you pass by the same homes, the same roads, yet each time you see them, you notice something oddly new.
> One day you found that House 87 got a new set of lamps.
> Another day you noticed someone put a birdhouse up near a public park.
> It's these little things that makes time on the bus fly by.
> Before you know it, the bus reaches it's final stop.
> Canterlot High.
> The bus doors open, and everyone clusters up to get off.
> Pinkie stands up, and puts on her backpack.
> You do the same.
> You see a brief opening in the cluster, which is immediately closed by some kid shoving his way through.
> Eventually, you both manage to get off the bus, despite all the pushing that took place.
> As you step onto the sidewalk, you take a good look at your school.
> It looks as grand as ever.
> It's one giant building, with towering walls, and one main entrance.
> It resembles a castle more than a school.
> "I gotta go that way, so cya Anon!" She says, pointing to the right.
"Bye Pinkie."
> "Oh, don't forget about the party!" She adds in an excited tone.
"I won't."
> You walk towards the school, and feel your phone vibrate.
> You pull it out, to see that Pinkie has sent you a text.
> You unlock your phone, and read it.
> [ 9 PM Saturday, 200 Maple Lane :) ]
[ I'll be there. ]
> You check the time, and put your phone away.
> It's 7:58, and class starts at 8:05.
> Having nothing better to do, you decide to go and wait in your classroom.
> You walk into the school, and turn left into one of the many tall, arched hallways.
> You walk to the near-end of the hallway, and turn towards a door.
> It's labelled "PHYSICS", in tiny white letters.
> Welcome to period 1.
> You try at the handle, only to find that the door is locked.
> You take your phone out, and check the time again.
> 8 o'clock.
> You lean on the wall, and decide to play some random game on your phone.
> A few minutes pass, and the bell rings.
> "Good morning CHS," your principal says over the PA.
> "Here are your morning announcements for today..."
> You keep playing your game, as your classmates begin to group up near the door one by one.
> A few try the door, still locked.
> A few more minutes pass, and your entire classroom is waiting outside of the door.
> Bored with your game, you put your phone away and simply wait for your professor.
> As you do so, you catch a glimpse of him calmly walking towards your classroom.
> His name is Professor Discord, but most people just call him Sir.
> He's about fifty, and he's wearing a slightly worn-out brown suit.
> His most noticeable features, however, are his crazy hair, and his long, white beard.
> "How good to see you, everyone!" he says sarcastically, pushing his way through the class to unlock the door.
> He pulls out a key, and unlocks it.
> He opens it, and dramatically holds out his hand, signalling the class to get in.
> You walk inside, and sit down at your desk, near the back of the classroom.
> The desks are paired into twos, and you sit beside the 'muffin girl,' Derpy.
> The rest of the class, including Derpy, walk in and sit down.
> Discord closes the door, and walks to the blackboard at the very front.
> "What a quiet morning," he exclaims.
> "Why, you all look dead! Where's the fun in that?"
> You hear the class moan.
> "Ooh, I know what will cheer you all up," he says with a huge grin on his face.
> You don't like where this is going.
> "Homework check!"
> You hear the class moan yet again, louder this time.
"Shit..." you mutter.
> You spent most of yesterday with Rainbow, and you haven't done any of your homework.
"Hey, Derpy, can I copy you real quick?" You ask quietly.
> "Sure Anon!" She says, passing you two sheets of lined paper.
> You quickly take out your own paper, and begin to copy.
> Knowing Derpy, you figure that most of the answers are incorrect, but it's better than having nothing.
> "Alright, let's go around, shall we?" You hear Discord say.
> He walks up to the front of the classroom, and begins to work his way to the back.
> You write as fast as you can, and you're almost done copying half of the first page.
> "Uh-uh..."
> "Very good, Maud!"
> He's getting closer to you.
> You're almost done a page.
> "Not done, Vinyl?"
> "See me after class."
> You finish the first page, and give it back to Derpy.
"Thanks, by the way."
> "No problem, Anon!" She joyfully responds.
> You go back to copying down the answers.
> You're almost done.
> Just a few more left, five... four...
> Unfortunately, you're too focused to see the professor approach you.
> "Anon."
> You look up in shock, only to see Discord standing right in front of you.
> Busted.
> This isn't the first time you haven't done your work.
> He chuckles a bit.
> "Did you REALLY think I wouldn't notice?"
> You don't know what to say.
> You just stare at your paper.
> "No answer? No excuse?"
"No Sir."
> "Then I do expect to see both you and your little friend here after class."
> Great, now you got Derpy into trouble.
> "Understood?"
"Yeah."
> "And you, Derpy?"
> "Yeah..." She replies.
> She sounds a bit sad.
> She's one of the good kids in your class, and even though she doesn't have the highest grades, she still tries her best.
> "Very well," Discord says before walking back to the blackboard.
"Sorry, Derpy."
> "Aw, it's not your fault Anon."
> "You would've done the same for me."
> You can't help but crack a gentle smile.
> "Now, let's resume our lesson," Discord says.
> "Open up your textbooks to page 341."
> Discord spends the rest of the class talking about magnetic fields.
> After what happened, you try your best to listen, but find it very hard to do so.
> You stare at your textbook, and zone out...
> You think about your other classes.
> Period 2 you have Calculus, followed by lunch.
> Period 3 is Law, and then your last class of the day is English.
> You then think about Rainbow.
> You have only one class with her, and that's period 4.
> "Psst! Hey Anon!" Derpy whispers to you as she taps your shoulder.
"Huh?" You ask, dazed.
> "The bell rung!"
> You were zoned out for so long that you didn't even hear it.
"Oh, right."
> You start to pack up your bag, as almost everyone leaves the room.
> "Anon, Derpy, and Miss Scratch," you hear Discord say, just as you finish zipping up your backpack.
> Ah, crap.
> You entirely forgot about earlier.
> You look around, and see that you three are the only ones left in the room.
> "Vinyl, and Derpy, you're free to go - with a warning."
> "As for you, Anon, I have something much more... delightful planned."
> You lie back in your chair, and sigh.
> "Good luck Anon," Derpy whispers to you.
> Vinyl walks out the class, and Derpy follows.
> "Ah! Just you and I," Discord says as he closes the door after Derpy.
> He dramatically paces across the classroom, stopping as he reaches one of the windows.
"Sir, I kinda have class starting soon..."
> "Why of course! I'll make it quick."
> "Now, one of the cafeteria ladies is away for vacation."
> "For whatever reason, I was supposed to give up my precious lunch time to fill in, but I have a much better idea."
> "Seeing as you rarely do your work, I only feel that it is necessary for me to punish you."
> "Either you work in the cafeteria in my stead for the rest of the week, or you will spend all of tomorrow in the office."
"You're kidding."
> "Oh, I do assure you that I am not."
> "Just picture it - Anon, the star lunch lady."
> "Why, you'd be like a superhero!"
> Discord can't help but laugh at the thought of this.
> Your teacher is an asshole, but there isn't much that you can do about it.
> There's no point in arguing with him, and you decide that you'd rather give up your lunch a couple of times than spend a whole day doing nothing in the office.
"Fine," you say.
> "Excellent! Come see me in the teacher's lounge as soon as lunch starts."
> "You may go now," he says as he walks off towards his desk.
> You grab your backpack, and head towards the door.
> "Goodbye Anon!"
"Bye Sir..." you mumble.
> You walk into the hall, and begin making your way to your second period class.
> Calculus with Mr. Cranky.
> You walk hastily, trying to make it to class on time.
> You're not sure how long you have until you're late, but judging by the near-empty halls, the bell will ring soon.
> Luckily, you keep all of your books in your bag, so you don't have to waste any time going to your locker.
> The math hall is also quite close to your physics classroom.
> You start walking a bit faster.
> You weave your way through the maze of hallways, and arrive at your class just as the bell rings.
> You open up the door, and walk inside.
> Almost everyone is already here, and a few people turn their heads towards you as you enter.
> Your teacher doesn't seem to notice, however.
> Instead, he just scribbles some math problems on the blackboard.
> You go to your desk, and sit down.
> Unlike in Discord's class, the desks here are by themselves, spaced out evenly.
> Your desk is close to the front, right next to a window.
> "Alright..." Cranky says as finishes writing down the last problem.
> "Let's begin."
> "Today, we're gonna continue yesterday's lesson on derivatives..."
> "Who can answer question 1 here?"
> The class remains silent.
> You stare at the blackboard, and your stomach rumbles.
> A bowl of cereal isn't exactly the most filling food.
> Too bad you're missing lunch thanks to Discord.
> "No one? How about you, Maud?" Cranky eventually says, breaking the silence.
> "Sure," she replies, in a monotone voice.
> She goes up to the board, and begins to write down the answer.
> She takes her sweet time, showing all the steps to her work.
> Bored, you turn around and look through the window.
> It's gotten brighter outside, and there isn't a cloud in sight.
> Too bad you're stuck here.
> After taking up those questions, Cranky shows the class a powerpoint prepared with today's lesson.
> You try your best to listen, but just end up starting out the window.
> The presentation ends quickly, and Cranky goes on to assign some homework.
> You spent the rest of class time trying to finish it.
> There are a few questions that you don't get, so you just skip them.
> As you're working on the the last few questions, the bell rings.
> "Class dismissed." Cranky says.
> You pack your bag, and walk into the hallway.
> It's lunchtime, and the halls are crowded with people walking towards the caf.
> Pushing your way through, you head back to physics to see Discord.
> You take a different path from what you took earlier, just because you feel like it.
> After a bit of walking, you arrive at the classroom, and knock on the door.
> You hear a bit of rustling inside, followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards you.
> "Ah, Anon!" Discord exclaims as he opens the door.
> "Seven minutes late! I was getting rather worried..."
"Sorry Sir."
> "Follow me," he says, walking into the hall, closing the door behind him.
> He starts to walk towards the back of the cafeteria, and you follow.
> Before you know it, you arrive at a small door labelled "KITCHEN".
> He pulls out a key, and unlocks it.
> "Come in," he tells you.
> Discord holds the door for you, and you walk inside.
> You're in a small room filled with ovens, stoves, and sinks.
> The room also has another door in it, leading to the cafeteria counter.
> The door opens, and an old-looking woman walks in.
> "He's all yours," Discord tells her, before walking away.
> "Oh-kay then, yew must be Anon."
> She has a squeaky voice, and a southern accent.
"Yes ma'am"