>Be Anon
>First day of High School starts today
>Your mum promised you it'll be fun, however, you've seen all the bland High School movies
>It's a goddamn freshman holocaust at the beginning of the year
>And considering how much of a loner you are, this year is going to be set up for failure
>You're woken up by the 8-bit recreation of 'Good Day Sunshine' from your digital alarm clock
>You wearily open your eyes to peer at the time
>6:00
>Damn it
>The worst hour of the morning
 
A. Set for ____ minutes
B. Shower
C. Breakfast
D. T.V.
 
>Shower
>No use in going back to sleep anyway
>You step into the irregularly-small apartment bathroom of yours
>You strip down and step into the shower
>You turn on the shower, as a blast of cold water hits you, before warming up
>It's the most horrifying experience
>You soap up with your Old Spice body wash and squirt some into your hair
>Gotta smell good for the ladies
>You rinse off and step out of the shower to dry off
>You head down to the 'guest' room, which is, honestly, just a dressing room
>T-shirt, Jeans, and a Red hoodie
>Seems appropriate
 
A. Breakfast
B. T.V.
C. Go out
 
>Multi-task
>You put on two slices of toast in the toaster
>Heading over to the living room T.V., which is the only T.V. you own, you turn it on to the news
>Everything else is basically just paid programming infomercials
>The toaster's bell goes off, signifying that the breads ready
>You head back into the kitchen and retrieve the two slices
>Grabbing some butter from the fridge, you lather the slices with semi-warm butter
>You really need to replace that fridge
>It's been on the fritz for about a year now
>You go back into the living room and crash on the couch, eating your toast while watching the weather report
 
>You finish wolfing down the bread just as the media report begins
>This is the worst part of the program, to be honest
>Just the two news anchors genuinely caring about celebrities
>You get your book bag and head out
>How could books and pencils be this heavy?
>Locking your apartment door, you descend the concrete steps leading out of the building
>You exit through the white gate and begin walking east-ward
>Fucking boring neighborhood
>Nothing really happens, therefore, nothing to keep you preoccupied
 
A. Music
B. Spot a few girls to harass
C. Other
 
>Get sued for sexual harassment
>Seems like the best way to kick off the High School year
>You scan the suburban area for any girls
>Nope.
>All but empty
>Damn
>You continue your path
>You turn the next block
>BLONDE AHOY!
>You see a grayish-skinned beauty, about half a block ahead
>You try to catch up to her by running the block
>Bad idea
>You're out of breath by the time you reach her
>Achievement Get: First Spaghetti
 
A. Play it cool
B. Act distant
C. Act desprate
D. Ziti it up
 
>Play it cool
>When have you ever played it cool?
>Start by asking some basic questions
"H-hey.."
>"Hmm? Hi!"
>Bubbly voice
>Golden eyes
>Hnng/10 personality
>This is gonna work out fine
"First day of High School?"
>"Yup! I bet it's gonna be awesome!"
>They said the same thing about Season 3
>Now comes the cheesy lines
"I like your eyes.."
>"Really?!"
>She turns to you, giving you a full view of her second eye
>It's polar opposite compared to the other
 
>Cuddles
>The way to win over erry'girls heart
>You nuzzle her on the shoulder a few times
>You don't think she noticed, though
>You nuzzle her cheek
>She nuzzles back
>You nuzzle back
>She nuzzles back
>This continues the whole way to school
>You say good bye as she heads to her class
>The school is bigger than you thought
>A goddamn statue?
>This school must be bitchin'
>You approach the front door, taking a moment to breathe it all in
>This year might not be so bad
>"This isn't funny!"
>Is that the sound of rustled jimmies you hear?
>It's coming from behind the statue
 
A. Observe
B. Go to class
C. Other
 
>Check out the scene
>You walk over the the rear of the statue to find some purple chick with purple hair and a dog
>wow
>such pet
>much weird
>Purple stands up and stumbles around
>Top-tier shit
>You pull out your phone and start recording it
>The dog barks at her repeatedly
>"S-shut up! W-wait, I think I got this..."
>She reaches the railing at the steps leading to the front door
>The dog follows, still barking
>Real fuckin' annoying
>She climbs up the steps to reach the front door
>Looks like she's mentally challenged
>Such a shame for a 7/10
 
A. Help
B. Laugh at
C. Other
 
>Help
>Just as she swings her head into the glass door
>Ouch..
>Looks painful
"Here.."
>You cheekily run up the steps and push open the doors for her
>She enters through the doorway as soon as she recovers
>"T-thanks.."
>You slam the door in the dogs face
>No dog's gonna cock-block your poon
 
A. Ask about ___
B. Go to ___
C. Other
 
>Work your way to the poon
>You follow her down a hallway of lockers
"You okay?"
>"Hmm? Oh, y-yeah.."
"Seemed like it hurt. You sure you don't wanna go to the Nurse's suite?"
>"I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon. You are?"
>She does some weird-ass rain-dance-shit gesture
>"Twilight Sparkle. Celestia's faithful student."
"Aren't you a freshman?"
>"W-what's that?"
>Dear god, she's hopeless
"Nevermind. Hey, what do you have first period?"
>She stops in her tracks
>"I have no idea what you just said.."
"What class do you have now?"
>"Class? I guess..Magic?"
>Holy shit, this is fucking useless
 
A. Take her to ___ (Class)
B. Take her to Principal's Office
C. Other
 
>Take her to the Principal's office
>This should've been first knowledge to her, considering that they sent a school map in the orientation letter
>It should be right around this next turn
>Here it is!
>You knock on the door
>The door looks like a stained-glass-window painting, but you can still see a faint shadow of any person inside
>The door opens
>Tall ass Principal
>You'd think that she'd be one of those old 5'' Principals
>"Yes? Don't you have classes going on right now? Where's your pass?"
>"I-..Oh..I didn-"
"We came late. Just wanted to refresh our minds about the basics"
>"Hm..By all means, come in."
>She opens the door wider, to let the both of you in
>She's even taller than you
>You're at breast-level of her
>You sit down on the wooden chairs infront of the desk filled with clutter
 
What do you ask her?
 
"Could you just tell us the basics?"
>"I'd be glad to. Here at St. Celestia High, we offer.."
>..Aaand you zone out
>Too long, didn't listen
>"C-could you just give us a sheet of available classes, please?"
>You're woken up by Twilight speaking up
>"Oh. Alright."
>Celestia takes a sheet off of the bulletin to the left side of the room and puts it in a photo-copier
>Within a couple of seconds she takes the two copies of the sheet and hands it to the both of you
>They all look interesting..
>Even Math...
 
Which do you go to first?
Or
Stay with Twilight
 
>Stay with Twilight and make sure she understands everything
>"If you lose your copies, just consult me and I'll get you some more. And by the way, the period's over in 10 minutes. I suggest you go to class."
>"T-thanks, Principal."
>That face
>You can already tell she's going to kiss ass around these parts
"WELP. I'm going to Math. See ya later, Twilight. Peace, Principal Titan."
>"Wait! I'm going to math too!"
>Play it cool
"Whoop-de-doo."
>You ascend the stairs to the classrooms
>First door outside of the stair case
>Must've been convenience for an important shitty subject
>just by standing outside of the classroom, you can hear the commotion
>There must be butt rape inside
>No rules, mang
>You bust in there like the goddamn champ
>No rape
>Just spit balls and regular hellish-class activity
>The teacher's at her desk in the corner of the front of the room, holding her head in her hands
>Well shit, son
 
A. Help Teach
B. Goof off
C. Choose another class
 
>Help the Teach
>The most you could do
>She's already made enough bad life choices
>You go over to her desk to see what she wants
"You okay, teach?"
>"Just..peachy."
"Oh. Okay then, have fun."
>She sighs in frustration
>"What do you think?"
"Peachy?"
>She sighs again, this time, mentioning something about marrying a rich man instead of working
>Every persons dream
>The bell rings
>"Oh thank god."
"Awfully giddy for the students to leave, huh?"
>Passion for teaching my ass
 
Right now, you have..
 
>Music
>Gotta work on those rudiments
>Basement, room 1
>Seems legit
>You enter the classroom
>There are 5 steps, separating the instruments
>You take the drums level, level 4
>It's the most packed level, anyway, so it must be good
>"Oh, 'scuse me, bro."
>A pale-skinned girl cuts through your row to get to the Trumpets level
>Bright blue hair, with a light streak running down it as a pattern
>Looks like it went through a paper-shredder
>Don't hate, just dictate
 
A. Talk to about ___
B. Practice rudiments
C. Pester
 
>Work on your paradiddle
>R L RR L R R
>Fuck
>You're never good with motor skills
>Try again
>R L RR L R LL
>Okay, now onto Double paradiddle
>R L RR L R LL RR
>Damn
>R L RR L R L RR R L
>What the fuck are you even doing, nigger?
>"You having trouble bro?"
>Pale chick notices your difficulties, just like in Diablo II
"Y-yeah.."
>She takes your drum sticks and easily performs a paradiddle, even accenting it
>Fuck this shit
>Even the rejected Skrillex knows
 
A. Ascend to the next plane of anger
B. Practice more
C. Talk to pale chick about ___
 
>She hands back the drum sticks
"Wait..C-can you teach me?"
>"Nah, bro. Way tooo busy crashing on mah sofa and doin' nothing."
>Bitch
"P-please?"
>"Woah, dude. Didn't know you were so desperate.. I'll have to check my sched."
"Thanks, sis."
>You extend your hand in a fist bump manner
>She bumps it
>What a bro.
>You practice your single paradiddle until class ends
 
>Right now you have...
 
 
>History
>Wanna know about all those Indians, and shit.
>Looks like Twilight takes History too
>She's going to be the nerdy, yet fuckable one, isn't she?
>You can handle that
>You stroll into the class room and take the seat next to Twilight
>Totally not stalking her or anything
"So, how's the first day of school, newbie?"
>"I'm pretty sure I aced Literature, thank you very much. And what about you?"
"Awesome. Let's do this shit."
>You pull out your Notebook as soon as the Teacher enters the class room
>Jotting down your heading, you challenge Twilight to a game of footies
>She obliges, kicking your foot once, then, kicking your desk
>You can tell from her stressed grunts, she's never played this game before
>How sad
 
A. Continue the game of Foots
B. Notes
C. Hit on
 
>Put the moves on her
>Think of a quick line
>She's writing with her mouth...
>Looks like Russian to you
>Good enough
"Ey, bby, are you Asian, cause I'd love you long time."
>"Thanks!"
>Goddamn it.
>It went right over her head
>Think of a simpler line
>Drawing blank
"Are you a horse? Because I wanna ride you all day."
>She gasps and smacks you across the face
>That's the trigger word?
>Ride?
>Protip: Never introduce her to Mr. Bones
"Jeez, Sorry."
>"Pay attention! The Austro-Hungarian Compromise of '67..."
 
A. Footsies
B. Notes
C. Other
 
>Footsies for Forgiveness
>You nudge her foot
>She moves farther from you
>Baby come back
>I was such a fool, you see
>I was wrong...
>You scoot the desk closer to her
>She scoots away
>Damn
>Ya blew it
>The bell rings
>Twilight doesn't waste time and gets outta here
>Damn it
 
Chase after her
or
Go to ___
 
>Chase after the booty
>You exit the class room, leaving your notebook
>You have no use for material possessions when booty's at stake
>She's headed eastward
>Goddamn, the rush hour's strong
>Or rush minute, rather
>You try to navigate through the swarm of teenagers
>She's headed towards Chemistry
>You'll catch up to her
>Just as soon as you battle the tidal wave..
>FUCK
>Looks like you're headed to Agriculture now.
>Damn
>You're mushed against the door of the Greenroom
>You open the door and step inside to escape the torture
 
A. Take Agri.
B. Wait til' Rush hour's done to go to Chemi.
C. Other
 
Captcha: SDTlab but
 
>Go to the Principal for comfort
>You go outside once the shitstorm ends
>Downstairs, right across the first water fountain
>You knock on the door
>Waiting...
>You knock again
>Nothing.
>You pound on the door
>It opens to reveal a baggy-eye'd Principal
>"Yes?"
"I need cuddles."
>"Weren't you just here?"
"No."
>"Please. Go to class."
"B-but.."
>She slams the door in your face
>tfw Principal wouldn't even cuddle you
>Bad feels
 
A. Annoy Principal
B. Go to Chemi
C. Theatre
D. Agri
 
>Chemi
>Don't prolong it any longer
>You head up stairs to the lab
>The seat next to Twi's already taken by some faceless nobody.
>Damn
>You pick a random seat for the rest of the period
>Some blue chick
>This oughtta be good.
>You sit down on the small stool to the right of her
>"I'm sorry, but The Great And Powerful Trixie's seat is reserved for nobody."
"What if I'm a nobody?"
>"Hmm...Very well. Trixie shall let you sit just this one time. BUT. JUST. THIS. ONE TIME."
"Thanks?"
>"It is a blessing to sit next to Trixie, is it not?"
"Fucking wonderful"
>You look over at Twilight and copy what she's doing
>Pour the green liquid into the purple and shake
>Blue into red, stir
>Pour both into a small glass
>Mix
>Repeat
>Looks like she's done
>Trixie cops your glass of liquid
>"TA-DA! LOOK AT WHAT TRIXIE HAS DONE!"
>Cunt
>The class shushes her
>She sits down, semi-embarrassed, but still confident
>The bell rings
 
Right now, you have..
 
>Go hug Principal
>Turn that square into a Hug box
>Down stairs
>Waterfountain
>Knock
>"What is it now, kid?"
>You promptly give that bitch a hug
>And you rest your head on her breast
>The first time you get boob is the best
>She pats you on the back
>"Okay. Now go."
 
Right now, you have...
 
>Psychology
>Time to see why you were friend-zoned back in Middle School
>You head next door, to the lab extension
>Pretty small, but it IS an extension
>You take one of the seats next to Twi
>Looks like she be mostly focusing on health
>You nudge her
"Still mad at me?"
>"Shut up.."
>She's still annoyed
>You'll take that as a yes
 
A. Notes
B. Goof off
B1. Socialize
B2. General Goofing off.
 
>Notes
>Asperger's, ADD, Altzer's
>Noted
>Fucking aced this class
>Twilight's still catching up
>Fucking pleb doesn't know how to hold a pencil
>How is it possible to hold a pencil like that and still write neatly?
>What is this?
>What is your life?
>What is HER life?
 
A. Goof off
B. Socialize
C. Other
 
>Socialize
>Scope the scene for any chick above 6/10
>Found one!
>Pink hair and pale skin
>good enough
>You write a note
'Ay, bby, wazup, u want da fuk er wut?'
.You write an arrow pointing from her location to yourself
>Now throw
>It hits her on the head
>She picks it up
>She silently reads it
>She's responding!
>She throws it back, but failing, as it hits Twilight in the face
>TopKek
>You pick it up and unravel it
>'I don't even know you. Now do your classwork'
>Some slack-jawed plebs 'round here
>The bell rings
>Lunch
>Finally
>The cafe should be down stairs, right next to the band room
>You descend the stairs to the basement
>Everybody here looks weird as hell
>You just thought that those two girls had some sort of skin-disease
>Try not to be racist
 
A. Wait for Twi
B. Wait for ___
C. Enter some random clique (Specify)
 
>The Macho Man Randy Savage club
>You don't even follow wrestling
>But what the fuck, why not?
It's the second table in the second row
>You sit down and observe their behavior
>I guess you can call them Savages
>They just keep quoting lines from that dumb EBRH thing on Youtube
>Rustle mode engaged
"Hulk Hogan's better."
>Mass Autism Spill
>"YOU KNOW THAT HULK HOGAN DOES RENT-A-CENTER COMMERCIALS, RIGHT?"
"And Randy's dead. Get over it."
>"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE"
>It's all a blur of harsh words and stupid facts after that
>Your Pop's would be proud
>One of the larger, fat kids picks you up and throws you on the ground
>You slide over to another table
>It's a goddamned cluster fuck of tables
>So close together
>You get up
>Guess you won't be fitting in with that clique anytime soon
 
What clique do you go to next?
 
>Where's that one gang that's also a biological family?
>Right there
>Last table, last row
>Time to make your move
>You stroll casually over to the table and sit down
>One or two kids look at you funny
>The others carry on with their discussion
>You mind your business and look for Twilight
>One of them taps you on the shoulder
>"Y'all lost, pard'ner?"
>Oh god
>The southerners
>Bad idea, bro
"N-No, just looking around."
>"Ah think y'all are in the wrong table."
>"Eeyup."
>"Ah laik him!"
>Is that a...kindergartener?
>"Shush, App'abloom."
>"You nev'a let me laik anyth'ang"
>"'N There's a reason.
>"Eeyup."
>Does that guy only say one word?
>"Sorreh, but y'all have t'a go."
"IZ CUZ I'M BLACK, AIN'T IT?"
>"Ah won't answer that."
"MANG, FUK YO' TABLE"
>You angrily toss the kindergartner's crayon drawing onto the floor and walk away
>Then a moment of silence follows
>"Ah stil' laik him!"
>"App'abloom, shush"
 
What clique do you go to now?
 
>Music Table
>Maybe you'll fit in here
>70% of the table is girls
>Finally something you can relate with
>And the Rejected Skrillex is here too
>Buausome-saus
>You sit down next to her
>She fist bumps you and goes on to discuss the values of percussion
>Apparently, she's debating with some high-class girl, possibly from England
>This is too easy
>You listen on with the discussion
>English girls backing up string instruments
 
 Which side do you choose?
 Inb4 Wish chooses Vinyl
 
>Side with both
>For double the rustling
>"Dude, Tavi, when was the last time you ever saw a guitar solo? Hell, a harp solo?"
>"H-hey! Harps are okay!"
>"Sorry Lyra. Just trying to make a point"
>"Learning how to play a guitar can help you understand any other string instrument, Vinyl."
"It's not too late to change your percussion ways!"
>"W-well..So can drums!"
"OH SHIT, SHE TOLD YOU"
>You'd make a good hype man
>Well..decent hype man
>"There are a variety of string instruments, each with a different melody. Unlike drums."
"...What are you talking about? Snare drums have a different output than Bass. Even though Bass is CLEARLY the master race of all drums, therefore, the master race of all instruments."
>"Muh mang."
>Vinyl fist bumps you once more
>Ya dun gud, Anon.
 
A. Get lunch
B. Watch argument
C. Next clique
 
 
>"You forget one thing though. There really isn't much of a difference. Compare an Electronic guitar with a..Ukelele, say."
"She has a point. I dunno 'bout you."
>"Once you learn how to play a drum, you can play that beat on anything. Even a table top, while you have to re-learn everything if you're playing on a Ukelele and wanna play on a Violin."
"Kinda like a Mac."
>"Dude. I use a Mac."
"How pleb of you."
>"Being diverse with instruments means you're developing more with a skill."
>"M-Muh instrument. You guys are boring. I'mma get lunch."
>You get up and head to the lunch line
>Check your pockets
>A Dollar
>PB&J's today's lunch
>And absolutely nothing else
>Bad Feels man
>Luckily, most people already got their lunch
>Cut straight to 4th
>The line moves fast, acutually
>You go in, get your shit, and get out
 
What Clique now?
 
>The Nerd group
>Bloody hell, there's two...
>Choose the large guys
>Looks like they'll take a punch
>You set your tray down next to one wearing a pink shirt
>Not even going to question it
>"So guys...who do you think is best pony?"
>"DASH!"
>"PINKIE!"
>PLEBS! IT'S OBVIOUSLY FLUTTERSHY!"
"Nice damage control, guys."
>"LUNA! FAGGOTS!"
>You don't know what they're going on about, but it sure is hilarious
>Rustle Mode engaged
"tfw No GF."
>"Right in the feels"
>"You don't know that..."
>"Why can't she be real?"
>You leave in victory
>Feels good, man
 
Last clique...
 
>The jocks
>This is obviously going to end well
>First table, first row
>There's a reason for that...
>You fit right in
>You head over to the table
>Dumbbells and Jumping Jacks everywhere
>This is going to be hell
>You sit down and start eating your sammich
>No one seems to notice
>"FRESH MEAT!"
>That voice
>Made you cringe
>Do not respond to jocks
>Do not look at jocks
>Do not acknowledge jock
>"You enjoyin' that sandwich, newbie?"
>You jump in fear
>You turn to your right, revealing a clown-looking-cluster-fuck
>"Name's Rainbow Dash."
>She sticks out her hand for a fist bump
>No, fuck that, bitch, you get a handshake
>"Mind me bummin' a piece?"
 
A. Give her some
A1. Be nice
A2. Be an ass
B. Deny
C. Talk about (Goes with A/B)
 
>You break off a piece from the back and give it to her
>"Thanks, bro"
>She wolfs it down and gets back to lifting
>Literally right next to you
>Dem muscles
>"You 'mirin'?"
"Y-N-....Y-you too?"
>"How much you lift?"
"You too.."
>"I Deadlift..about 178. Tried 180 and left me with a sore arm for a week. You?"
"T-thirty two pounds.."
>"Pfft.."
>She stifles her laugh at your plebish strength
>"A-and for how long?"
"Since Middle?"
>"Pfft..BAH-HA-HA-HA!"
>Feels bad, man
>The bell rings
 
Right now, you have..
 
>Weight training
>Gymnasium
>Downstairs
>Across from the Auditorium
>#HighlyFunded
>Multiple courses..
>Even a cricket course...
>YOU MUST!
>You gravitate towards the cricket course and take up a bat
>Now to wait for someone to join..
>No one?
>Fucking plebs
>"Hey! You got W.T. too?"
>Dash just entered the Gymnasium
"Yeh? I could'a guess you take W.T. too. Do you even take any other classes?"
>She pauses for second
>"Physics looks good..."
"It doesn't mean what you think."
>"Oh. Nah. You play cricket?"
>The bitchflow's already starting
"Yep. You mirin'?"
>"I doubt you know how to play.
 
A. Challenge her
B. Challenge her to ___ (Another Sport)
C. Pussy out
D. Hang out
 
You wanna bet?"
>"Bring it on, salty john."
"Winner gets his balls licked by the loser."
>"And if /I/ win?"
"I'll lick your balls."
>"But I don't..."
>She sighs
>"Idiot."
"You still mirin'."
>"Baka.."
>You get a baseball
>No cricket ball, but it will do
>You get into position
>You make eye contact with Dash
>She's still goddamn mirin'
>You throw the ball with all your might
>Decent speed
>Dash hits it
>It ricochets off the bat, gaining momentum
>P-pleb hit...
>Dash runs between the two bases several times, as you go to get the ball
>She wins
>This is bullshit.
"Impossibru!"
>"Well? Get lickin', loser."
"A-after school?"
>"What are ya? Pussy?"
"You too."
>"Fine. If you wanna take this outside, I'll see ya after school. You're still a pussy though."
>Cunt
>The bell rings
 
Right now, you have
 
>Sex Ed
>Gotta learn how to treat the pussy
>The goddamn Lab Ext.
>Fuck
>You climb the stairs, and enter the Lab extension
>It's mostly faceless nobodies and douche-bags...
>yfw Twilight's here
>So much hue
>You take a seat next to her
>You nudge her jokingly
"Sex Ed? Really?"
>"Shut up. I need the credits"
>She needs a lot more than that
>The D
>The Teach walks in
>Sets up a projector
>This gon' be good
>He connects it to his plebish mac book pro
>With in a few clicks, he brings up a powerpoint presentation
>"Sex Ed and you."
>It's one of those old-style-layouts
>You look at Twi
>She seems intrigued
"Pfft..."
>"Shut up.."
>Next slide
>"Vaginal sex is when a penis penetrates vagina. Anal sex is when the penis penetrates the anus. Oral sex is when..."
>You check on Twi again
>TopHue
>She's hiding her face
 
A. Tease
B. Whisper about ___
C. Notes
 
>Teach her a lesson about paying attention to class
>You lean in close to her ear
"Omelette Du Fromage."
>"Shh!"
"Omelette Du Fromage, Madame Sparkle."
>"Shhh!"
>Pleb
>She continues to jot down notes
>You look over at her notebook, copying off of her notes from what you can make out
>It's actually really neat
>What a dork
 
A. Notes
B. Pass notes
C. Goof off (Specify)
 
>Jerk off
>You undo your jeans and slide them down
>Reaching into your boxers, you start tugging on your limp dick
>It gradually starts getting hard
>Bueno
>You begin stroking it, the activity being hidden by your baggy, loose fitting boxers
>Twilight isn't paying any attention
>Good
>Seems like she'd be sticking her nose where it doesn't belong
>She probably does, though
>You continue calmly masturbating in class to any lewd thing brought up on the powerpoint
>When you think about it, it's not so bad, really
>Except for the diagrams, it's one video away from being a porn site
>The bell rings
>Dammit
>Oh, well, end of school
>You pull up your jeans and fasten them
>Grabbing your bag, you head out the door way, getting swept in the wave of teenagers
>You don't even fight it, this time
>There's really no use
>You're likely to end up outside anyway
>And like that, you're being carried down the steps of the school's front entrance
>Convenient
 
Where do you go?
 
>To the gaybath house
>Or just annoy Twilight
>You'll take the latter
>Annoying anyone you just met seems to be your default
>You just need to wait up for her
>Probably....
---
>After about 20 minutes of waiting you decide to go in after her
>Where would a nerd like her be?
>The library of course!
>Where's the library?
>You go into your bookbag to retrieve the map of the school
>3A
>Third floor, first room
>You climb the ungodly long staircase to the third floor
>First room..
>Here it is!
>You open the library
>Seems empty
>Except for a librarian..
>Looks like the math teacher
>She looks like she prefers this job over teaching
>Seems reasonable
 
A. Look for Twilight
B. Talk to Librarian/Teacher
C. Other
 
Talk to Librarian
>She's over by the computers
>Computers!
>You know how to work those, at least.
>You slyly walk over to her and turn on the nearest computer
>Windows Vista
>Ugh..
>It'll do, you suppose
>You log on to the username and start conducting your business
>You peer over at the Librarian
>She's stacking dictionaries next to the computers
>Why would you need both?
 
What do you say to her?
 
"Uhm..Excuse me?"
>"Shh! Yes?"
"You know about the books in here right?"
>She dons an unimpressed face
>"What do you think?"
>Jeez
>Bitch
>"Do you know where the fictional books are?"
>She points to a bookcase, right next to a staircase leading to the second level
"Thanks, do you know where the Forbidden fiction is?"
>"Third lev- Wait, excuse me?"
"Forbidden fiction, dear."
>"That's off limits, I'm afraid?"
>Then why even have it?
"It's upstairs, isn't it?"
>"Not likely.."
>Man, fuck this bitch
 
A. Go look for it yourself
B. Look for Twilight
C. Talk with Teach
 
>Do some uplifting shit to get on her good side
>Then get the erotica
>Maybe that's where Twilight is.. FORE-SHADOWING
"I was in math earlier today..why are your students such shitbirds?"
>She sighs
>"It's probably because kids these days aren't interested in Math.."
"You're way too beautiful to be taking shit like that. Excuse my language."
>"N-no. I'm pretty sure it's me. Maybe I should go back to teaching Kindergarteners.."
>Fine, self-important bitch
"Hey, do you know where the laptops are? I kinda wanna do more research."
>"I could go get you one..But it's likely to be locked by now."
"Please?"
>"Alright, gimme a second.."
>She heads upstairs to the second level
>She's pretty chill for a teacher
>"Found one!"
>She descends the steps with a Macbook in her hand
>Of all the computers
>A goddamn Macbook
>She hands it over
"Thanks."
>Manners take you everywhere
>You climb the stairs to the second level
>You lay the laptop down on the floor and lie down on the floor, blocking the row
>Do some background research on this girl
>She said her name was Twilight Sparkle..
>Weird ass names these days
>You type it into the Safari search..
>Hit enter..
>Wait for the page to load..
>Still waiting...
>'Ere we go...
>It's just a bunch of 'Twilight' related topics..
>Damn it
>That movie sucks for so many reasons, yet people still go to it
>Kinda like the ride
>She seems clean..
>Except for this one thing...
>Looks like bait
>You'll bite
>You click on the link
>'TWILIGHT SPARKLE NUDES'
>Defiantly bait
>Obvious photo-shopping, horrible recoloring...
>Pop-ups everywhere..
>She must've had some shit go down back in Middle School.
>Not like you wouldn't do the same
 
A. Look for Twilight
B. Look for Erotica
C. Look for more
D. Other
 
>Look for Twilight
>She's gotta be around here somewhere
>You didn't see her leave..
>Unless she found her way to the back entrance, she's still in the school
>She's not at the second level, so she must be on the first
>You descend the stairs and start looking between the bookcases
>Nope..
>Nope...
>No- wait..
>Is that a book-bed?
>Noice
>You're gonna own this shit
>Needs a little bit more improvement, but now's not the time for nit-picking
>You continue looking
>You found the erotica, though
>There's something
>You take the sauciest book and continue searching
>Nothing
 
A. Book-bed
B. Go home
C. Other
 
>Eh, she'll turn up eventually
>You stuff the book into your bag and get ready to leave
>That book-bed was masterly crafted, though
>You say farewell to the teach and exit the library
>You descend the stairs to the first floor
>Gains
>Wait..
>Speaking of gains
>You still got that bet with ColorCunt
>Either show up and lick cunt
>Or be a pussy
>What ever the obvious answer is, you'll go with the opposite
>Where would she be?
>Probably in the Gym, but it's locked up for the day
>You exit the school and climb down the steps
>Hmm...
>You look around
>"HEY!"
>Found 'er
>You turn around
>She's to the side of the school, leaning on the brick wall
>"What gives?!"
"I had to see some purple chick."
>You approach her non-nonchalantly
>"I call malarkey."
"It is what it is."
>"Whatever. You're probably gonna pussy out last minute."
>Damn
>She knows you so well already
>"Well?"
"What?"
>She undoes her athletic shorts, revealing her pink panties
"Pfft...Pink? R-really? You went with pink?"
>She's not amused
>"I ain't got all day!"
>You get on your hesitantly pull down the panties
>Then it hits you
>The reek of sweat and piss mixed with the fume of an unwashed genital
>Do not want
>It sorta jerks a tear outta you
>Man up
>You'll have to deal with this a lot
>You continue pulling down her panties
>What the actual fuck?
>It's flaky and yellow
>Some of the flakes fall breezily onto your clothes
>This is a mental scar right here
>You'll need therapy and many years of solitude
 
A. Do it, faggot
B. 100% Free Nope cams
C. Stall
 
>You take a deep breath
>You're goin' in at three
>One..
>Two..
>Thre-
>"HURRY UP!"
>You feel her hand shove your face directly into her vagina
>You feel the flakes break away from the skin, and onto your face
>You feel the sourness in you nose bring a disgusting taste into your mouth
>And you're pretty sure a flake went up your nose
>Try to contain your lunch, you give her pussy a lick on the lips
>There's no way you're actually going to forget about this
>She pulls up her panties and shorts
>"Not too bad, kid. See ya tomorrow."
>Your noping can bring down God himself to go into a Nine-month inspection of all the wrong in the world
>May none of you have to experience this ever again
 
End Day 1