Normal Norman - So how about that green kid?(unf)

>Day “It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright, bright, sun-shiny day”
>Be Norman
>or as all but about 8 people at my school call me “that fucking racist”
>now I'm on my way to history class, American history actually
>and with this school, a usually easy class has turned into one where i can't raise my hand without a glare
>you can’t forget how racially charged history is when people think you're basically Nathan Bedford Forrest
>you enter the class and wave to the teacher, the only friendly person in the classroom to you
>Dr. Whooves is probably one of your best teachers
>He teaches history like he was there...

>you take your seat next to this kid with green hair and skin, wearing the most hipster scarf and hat.
>is that a cardigan? Christ...
>he’s listening to his ipod, just like half the other people is the back row, including you some of the time
>but not today, as you find out both your earbuds were smashed from the “fall” you took passing the football players
>smashed by your history book.
>the green kid looks over and scoffs
>”What do you want?” i said cracking my book to the chapter
>”Nothing, i just expected the racist to not have pleb taste in earbuds, at least a headset to keep up with your jacket from disco”
>oh great one of these guys

>you decide to come back with “at least i don't barrow earrings from my mom”
>oh god the anger, how i love it
>”listen you throwback poser, your belt buckle belongs on a ranch in Texas and your hat belongs in the trash.”
>he did not just say that about your belt buckle
>he did not just say that about your HAT
>”My hat!? From your hat I don't know if you belong at the nearest bronycon or in the closet you’re about to step out of! and with the scarf I’m thinking of the second one.”
>both of your voices became loud enough to be heard by Dr. Whooves.
>”BOYS! Pay attention or you'll both be up at the Principal's office!”
>”yes, Doctor” you both say in unison
>the rest of class you ignore him and he does the same
>as you go out the door to lunch, he walks beside you and begins talking...

Listen, I’ve been through a lot of crap this year, so why don’t you just leave me alone?”
>”hey hey, wait a second. I’m trying to find out a little more about this guy the rest of the school seems to hate for some reason before i make my opinion, more than the rest of the school has done for you.”
“thanks?”
>”don't mention it, besides, you helping to keep up my image.”
“What do you mean by that?”
>”hanging out with you definitely isn't mainstream”
Goddamn it.
well he’s trying to be your friend and you are kind of short on those
>you both enter the lunchroom and you see Purple and Yellow at the table
>and yellow looks... upset? pissed?
>you go to sit down with Green in tow and you listen in to their conversation
>"Really Twilight, what kind of dog is Spike?"
>"I've told you he's not really a dog, he's a dragon!"
>you just roll your eyes and turn towards Green

“well what do you want to know Green?”
>”not much, what do you spend your days doing Racist?”
“School, home, xbox, talk to Purple here, and occasionally I hang out with Purple’s friends. And can you not call me Racist?”
>”Can you not call me Green?”
>Point taken
“Sorry, it just how I refer to people”
>”I get it, I won't take it personally, as long as you don't take ‘Racist’ personally.”
“I really can’t, i get called it so much”
>”Good, and really, as far as I can tell, you're not that interesting. Really you're more... normal.”
“Thanks?”
>”But what's wrong with your friend?”
“Purple? Oh she's just odd. Talks about this horse world she’s from, smart though.”
>”Yea of heard of her, I just thought you might know more.”
>”Hey Norman, who’s your friend?”
You look at Purple and open your mouth hesitantly
“Oh this is...”
>”Scott, my name’s Scott. Who are you two?”
>We’re Norman’s friends, I’m Twilight.
>”and I’m Fluttershy”
You could just barely hear Yellow say her name, so you know Green didn't hear her

>Be Green
Man I totally didn't hear her
“Well see, Racist, you're disappointing me, a purple and yellow friend? Its almost like you're trying to be multicultural.”
>“Sorry to upset you Green.”
>”Hey wait a sec, I don't like you calling him a racist.” said Twilight
>Yellow mumbled something in agreement, but while full on glaring at me.
>”Girls calm down, he’s just using ‘Racist’ like how i sometimes call you Purple and Yellow”
>”Well I still don't like it, it seems like the only people who call you that don't like you for whatever reason”
>Twilight sat down, staring at Scott.
God, protective much?
If i was her though, I’d protect that outfit
from the fashion police
>”What’s so funny Green?”
“Nothing!”

“so what about your other friends Racist?”
>”Well there’s 5 more: you probably know Brad
>there is a far off echo of “Bradical!”
“The jock? who doesn't know about him?”
>”Right? He’s everywhere. It’s almost like he’s some kind of real life plot device.”
>an odd moment of silence follows
“so the other 4?”
>”Right, there's Orange, Pink, Blue,-”
“Names Racist?”
>”Oh right... names...
>Norman’s face freezes in a look of sudden realization
>”Uh...Purple?
>”What?”
>”What’s Orange’s name?”
>”you mean Applejack?”
>”Blue”
>”Rainbow Dash”
>”and Pink?”
>”Pinkie Pie”
>”Right Ponko”
>”Pinkie”
>”Panka?”
>”Pinkie”
>”Right, Pink.”
>Twilight smacks her forehead in frustration and begins rubbing her temples
“the party girl?”