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- >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
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