One of my shorts

>Be anonfilly
>In the desk right next to you sat Sweety Bell.
>A pencil was in-between her hooves. A pencil sharper was fixed by two rows of teeth. Pushing the pencil into the hole of the sharpener, she began to roll the pencil with her hooves.
>Putting the sharpener back on the bench, she took a bite of the pencil and began jotting down something on a yellow post-it note.
>When she was finished with the note and had put the pencil down, she inspected it and glanced at you. She blushed when your eyes meet.
>A white hoof covered the note and at the same time pushed the from her bench to yours. Good thing that your benches were of the same height and adjacent to each other. Her head turned away from you, you quickly detected that this was a private matter.
>An white blur stretched from the note to her bench and after it had disappeared the note was now uncovered on your bench while her hoof was back at her's.
>Scribbled in mouth-writing stod: ”Do you like Rumble?” Right under this were two empty squares with a ”Yes” annexed to one and a ”No” to the other.
>You wrote down your answer, tapped her on the shoulder and put the note down on her desk.
>Her hoof covered her mouth as she gasped, eyes wide open.
On the note, it said: ”Ha, u gay?”