Prince of Autumn - New in Town (unfinished)

>7:00 AM
>Your alarm beeps, slowly waking you from sleep.
>Standing up and streching, you walk down the halls of your new home to the bathroom.
>It took you a while to do it, this house was still so new, even if you had been here for just a week.
>Showering woke you up a bit more. After drying off, you get dressed and head downstairs, a twinge of excitement in the back of your mind
>besides, today was your first day at Canterlot High, one of the best schools in the nation.
>But it was a fair distance away, good thing you had a back-up plan for this.
>Eating the last of your breakfast on your way to the garage, you walk over to your baby.
>pulling a white sheet of the top, you admire the best on front of you..
>Your Kawasaki Concours 14. You rode this thing across the country when you had to move, and you loved it; fast enough to race, study enough to travel.
>Guess it was time to use it domestically.
>Slipping into your trusty helmet and gloves, with your messenger bag already on, you mount the bike and turn the key
>The engine roars into life. You give the throttle a few tests, then switch it out of neutral; sending you rumbling into the streets.
>The sun had just finished rising, giving you a clear view of the street in front of you.
>Autumn leaves swirled around with the guests of wind.
>Even though it had been a little more than a week since you rode this thing, it was sideways exhilarating to use. Just feeling the power behind the engine's tumble was enough to put a smile on your face.
>Zooming down the road, you travelled towards your destination.
..
>The ride over took about half an hour, and you were a little later than you had planned
>So, you park in the place closest to the building and run off.
>You make it inside, heading for your first class, helmet still on
>Sitting down just as the bell rings, you remove your helmet and gloves, placing them on the table. Looking around, you see some of the other students are staring at you.
>Then again, you're the new guy
>The teacher walks in, holding a clipboard. Sitting down at her desk, she begins to call out names
>"Sunset"
>"Here"
>"Rainbow Dash"
>"Here"
>"Twilight"
>"Here"
>The list went on and on, until it reached your name
>"Anon"
"Here"

>"Good, everyone's here. Now, I'm sure all of you have seen our new student, Anonymous."
"Please, call me Anon"
>"Well then, Anon, welcome to Canterlot High. Now, I'm sorry, but it looks like you'll be missing this class. Principal Celestia is demanding to talk to anybody that drove a motorbike to school."
>what the hell did you do?
"Where's her office?"
>"Right next to the entrance. If I were you, I'd hurry"
>You pick up your helmet and gloves, and hurry to Celestia's office, hearing giggles from some girl with bacon hair.
>Note to self: slap her shit when you can
>Damn. Your first day, no, your first FIVE MINUTES, and you already done goofed.
>Just gotta roll with the punches.
>As you approached the office, you wondered why she would want to talk to people with motorbikes.
>Knocking on the door, you wait for an answer. It comes to you in the form of a woman with hair like a starry night
"I'm here for principal-"
>"I bid thee the best of luck. My sister is furious."
"Sister? What?"
>"Ah. I see. Thou must be the new pupil I was informed of last eve. I am vice principal Luna, sister to Celestia. I presume that thou art here for the... motorbike incident."
"Yep. That's me"
>"Well, it'd be best to go in immediately"
>With that, Luna rushed off. >That talk wasn't a real confidence booster. >Bracing yourself one again, you enter the office.

>Your mind was racing, thinking of ways that you could have fucked up.
>None of this made sense. Why did Celestia need to talk to you? Why about a motorbike?
>Suddenly, a very familiar cocktail of scents hits you. The bittersweet scents of motor oil and leather, with a dash of hot metal.
>Holy shit, that's the smell of your motorbike!
"Just when I thought this couldn't get weirder..."
>Opening the door to her office, you nothing out of the ordinary. A desk, a bookshelf, a principal.
>Oh, your motorbike was in there too
>"Ah, mister Anonymous. I see you responded to my call about this problem.", she said, motioning towards the motorbike.
"Yeah. What is my bike doing in here?"
>"Well, I don't know what you're talking about", she replied coyly. "It was in my parking space, so it most be mine."
"What? It wasn't your parking space!"
>"Oh but it is. I'm afraid that in your hurry to get into class, you even left the keys in my new bike." As she finished the sentence, she dangled the keys from her index finger.
>Damn, she even had the keys.
"So what am I going to have to do to get my bike back?" > you say, slumping in the chair in disappointment
>"Whose bike?" Another smart remark from wavy wavy bright hair lady
"How can I earn your bike, miss Celestia?" > you say with a sigh
>Grinning, she stands up, revealing...