>You are Anon, 17 years old.
>Today is the first day of your senior year at Equestria High School.
>Damn, last year already?
>It didn't feel like it was that long ago when you walked through these halls as a plucky young freshman.
>As you walk into the main foyer, you see the usual hustle and bustle of school life.
>Just about everyone is packed around the bulletin boards, where the new homeroom locations are posted.
>You check your watch.
>7:44 am.
>Class starts in about 45 minutes, enough time to wait for the masses to dissipate from the bulletin boards, so you can finally find out where you're headed before the bell rings.
>20 minutes in, and the mob has died down enough for you to scan the poster for your name.
>Physics, Mr. K, Room 205.
>You make way to the nearest stairwell to head up to the second floor.
>As you near the stairwell, you hear a commotion swelling behind you.
>Pretty normal for the first day, you think, but something unbeknownst to you compels you to look back.
>Just as you’re craning your neck to look back, a blur of pink and green clocks you right in the jaw.
*WHACK*
>“OW! My head…”
>That’s about all you can perceive, since the blow left you quite dazed.
>At least you managed to stay on your feet.
>“Damn it, I don’t have time for this.  SORRY!”
>You steady yourself as your vision starts to clear up.
>You look around to see if whoever ran into you is still nearby, but it seems like they’re gone.
>Rubbing your jaw gently, you notice a folded piece of paper by your foot.
>You pick up the paper and are about to unfold it when you notice the time on your watch.
>8:23 am
>No time to look at the paper now; get your ass to class before the bell.
>You pocket the paper and head up the stairs.
>You make it into the classroom with only a few minutes to spare.
>You find an empty desk and take a seat.
>The teacher goes through his introductory spiel and passes out everyone’s schedules, class syllabi, etc.
>It’s the same old song and dance.
>The next two classes go by about the same.
>The lunch bell eventually rings, and you start making your way to the cafeteria.
>You’re not feeling particularly hungry, so you grab just an apple and make your way to the outdoor patio area.
>Now would be a good time to see what that paper is all about, you think.
>You take out the piece of paper and unfold it.
>It’s an application for the gymnastics team tryouts.
“Gymnastics, huh?”
>You skim through it and take note of the name written down.
“Blossomforth…”
>That must have been that blur of pink and green that got acquainted with your jaw this morning.
>Hard head.
>Cute name.
>You notice at the bottom of the form in bold letters,
>ALL APPLICATIONS MUST BE HANDED IN BEFORE 3:30 PM ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!
>Well.
>This does not leave you with a lot of time to search for Blossomforth.
>You quickly walk back into the cafeteria and scan around, looking for anyone with pink and green hair.
>You see a few pinks, and a few greens, but none with both.
>You walk back out to the outdoor patio.
>No luck out there either.
>Well crap.
>There’s two more classes to go, and school lets out at 2:30, so that gives you only an hour and change to find her and give the application back.
>There’s still 20 minutes left for lunch, so you head out of the cafeteria and continue your search.
>You don’t get too far out before you start feeling dizzy.
>You brace yourself against a nearby wall and try to calm yourself down.
>She must have hit you harder than you thought.
>You realize now that you’ve had a dull headache throughout the day.
>The dizziness passes, and you decide to make for the Nurse’s Office to get checked out.
>”Well, from what you’ve described to me, it seems you’re suffering from a mild concussion.”
“No kidding?  Don’t those only happen when you get knocked out?”
>The nurse grinned and chuckled.
>”Not always.  Though you’re pretty much guaranteed one if you are.”
>She shines a penlight in both of your eyes.
>”Well, your eyes are reacting like they should, so that’s a good sign.  You don’t have any after school activities, do you?”
“No Ma’am.”
>”Even better.  Take it easy for the rest of the day, and try to get plenty of rest tonight.  You should be fine by tomorrow.  Here’s something for your headache, and take this too.”
>She jots down something on a pad of paper, tears off the top sheet and hands it to you.
>”Just in case you end up late for your class.”
“Thank you, nurse!”
>”One more thing: Don’t go whipping your head around or anything like that.  We don’t need your brain sloshing around in your skull any more than it already has!”
“Duly noted.  Thanks again!”
>You head off to your next class, keeping an eye out for Blossomforth along the way.
>No luck yet.
>You’re not entirely surprised.  This school is huge, and it’s likely that all of her classes could be on the opposite side of yours.
>Your last period passes, and the final bell rings.
>Only one hour left.
>You quickly make your way to the front doors to see if you can catch her on your way out.
>10 minutes pass, nothing yet.
>20 minutes, still nothing.
>30 minutes, no sign of her.
>This is not looking good.
>The amount of students heading out the doors is thinning, and she is nowhere among them.
>40 minutes, and no one is left.
“Shit.  She’s gotta still be here.”
>Since this is for the gymnastics team, it’s likely that she’ll be near the gym areas, so you make your way there.
>You find the room where the applications are being dropped off.
>You step inside and walk towards the lady at the table.
>”Hello there!  Are you here to apply for the gymnastics team tryouts?”
“Wha..Me?  Oh, no.  I found this on the floor earlier today.  Can I turn it in to you?”
>”Let me see…”
>She takes the application and gives it a once over.
>She looks up at you and slowly raises an eyebrow.
>”…is your name Blossomforth?”
“Uh, no.  My name is Anonymous.  Like I said, I found this application earlier.”
>”Well, I can’t accept this.  Too many people have turned in applications for other people as a prank far too many times in the past.”
>Not good.
>”…But you don’t strike me as the type to do such a thing.”
“Okay…so what are you saying?”
>She thinks for a few seconds.
>”Tell you what.  If you can find her and bring her to me, and she is able to verify her identity, then I will accept the application, and she will be eligible for tryouts next week.”
>You breathe a slight sigh of relief, but we’re not out of the woods yet.
>The lady notices this and smirks.
>”You seem pretty worried about this.  Are you her boyfriend?”
“What?  O-oh no!  I mean, I-I don’t even really know her!  She nearly knocked me out this morning though…”
>She chuckles at you becoming flustered.
>”I’m just teasing you!  Don’t get so worked up, son!”
>You roll your eyes at her.
>”Hurry up and go find her!  You don’t have much time!  Just because you’re so considerate, I’ll stick around for another 10 minutes after the deadline, but not a minute longer, so hurry!”
“Right, thank you!”
>You bolt out the door and continue your search.
>10 minutes after the deadline leaves you with…
>You look at your watch.
>18 minutes.
>Okay, you can still do this.
>The gym areas are the only other logical place to look.
>It’s still a lot of ground to cover.
>You try every door that’s unlocked and look around for her.
>She is nowhere to be found.
>Damn it, where is she?
>You reach another hallway and try calling out her name.
“Blossomforth?!”
>No answer yet.
>You glance at your watch again.
>Four minutes.
>Your anxiety is starting to build up as you continue your frantic search.
>You slow down as you round a corner, trying to catch your breath.
>You then hear what sounds like classical music coming from behind the door in front of you.
>Wait, this is the P.E. supply room.  Could she really be in there?
>You walk up to the door and open it slowly.
>But you were not prepared for what you saw next.
>You stood in silence as you watched the figure in the middle of the room.
>She stood there, eyes closed, her pink and green hair tied up in a bun, her bangs covering her forehead.
>She had on a black leotard and a gymnastics ball in her hands.
>The music was quiet at first, but started to build slowly.
>As she started her routine, her movements flowed perfectly in time with the song.
>Such superb muscle control.
>The ball stayed perfectly balanced on her lithe body and she manipulated and contorted herself.
>You were utterly transfixed.
>Her smooth legs, her pale skin, her modest but forgiving bosom.
>As the routine finished, she returned to her starting position.
>Slowly, she opened her eyes.
>Her striking blue eyes.
>Everything about her was...was…
“Beautiful…”
>It was then that she suddenly noticed that she was no longer alone in the room.
>Her eyes locked onto yours, and you then felt a chill run up your spine.
>Her face flushed from embarrassment.
>”H-how long were you standing there?”
>You stand there, still speechless.
>”Um…hello?”
>You blink once, and snap out of your blissful stupor.
“Oh!  Ummm…quite a while, actually.”
>Her face further reddened.
“Blossomforth, that’s your name right?”
>”How did you know my name?”
“It was on the tryouts application that you dropped this morning.  The one…you…forgot…”
>You pale as you suddenly realize your situation.
>You fearfully look at your watch.
>3:48 pm.
“…to turn in.”
>You slump in defeat.  All of that trouble you went through to make sure she got in the tryouts was in vain.
>All because you got awestruck by her performance.
“Oh god.  I’m so sorry.  This whole day I’ve been searching high and low for you so I could give you your application back, and now it’s too late.  I ruined it for you…”
>”That application?  I was wondering what had happened to it.  But don’t worry!  I just grabbed another one from the lady where they were accepting the applications and filled it out there during lunch break!”
>What?
>You look up at her in slight shock, and then realize your folly.
>You lean against a wall and slide to the ground.
>You start to laugh out of irony.
“…and here I went through all this trouble…”
>Blossomforth walks over and crouches down beside you.
>She notices the blemish on your jaw and gasps.
>“Oh no, you were the one I ran into this morning, by the stairwell!  Oh god, are you alright?  I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”
>You look up and notice the worried look on her face.  Damn, even that’s cute.
“Oh this?  I’m fine.  Went to the nurse’s office and they said it was just a mild concussion, no big deal.  Just need to take it easy and I’ll be fine!”
>”A concussion!?  Now I really feel awful…”
>You see tears start to well up in her eyes.
“Hey hey, I said I was fine, didn’t I?  I’ve taken harder hits than that before.”
>Your reassurance seems to calm her down, and she wipes her eyes.
“Though I will admit, that head of yours could take out a prize fighter if you’re not careful with it!”
>She smiled and started to laugh at that statement.
>You stand up and reach your hand out for hers.
>She smiles more and takes your hand.
>As you lift her up, she gazes up at you, and you get that chill up your spine again.
>Woah.
>”Well, I suppose I should thank you for all that grief you went through for me, so that it won’t totally be for nothing.”
“Hmmm?”
>She turns around and walks over to her bag and pulls out a pen and a note pad.
>You hear her scribble on it, then tear the sheet off.
>She walks back over to you and hands you the paper.
“This is for being such a sweet guy.”
>You look down at the paper.
>It’s her phone number and address.
>Holy shit.
>“Tryouts aren’t until next week, so I’ll be free this weekend.  Wanna hang out?”
>Holy fucking shit.
“S-sure, Friday at six?”
>”Okay, it’s a date, then!”
>She walks up to you and kisses gently where she ran into your jaw.
>Your face suddenly feels warm.
>”See you then, um…”
>You stand there for a moment until you realize that you hadn’t even told her your name.
“Oh!  My name’s Anonymous!”
>”Well, see you then, Anonymous…”
>She giggles and winks at you cutely before gathering her things and walking out of the room.
>Good god.
>Your first day at school, and you’ve already landed a date with a cute girl.  Maybe this year will be different after all…