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- >Today is a Saturday afternoon.
- >It's a warm 76 degrees out here in the nice summer.
- >A calm breeze heads for your face as you're strolling down the outskirts of town, heading to Fluttershy's house.
- >She's such a nice girl.
- >Ever since you came here, people gave you a snotty attitude and didn't wanted to be involved with anything.
- >The first day, wherever you sat down, a bench, in class, a lunch table, the bleachers, there would be an empty space around you.
- >After the first week, there was no improvement.
- >It was just a bunch of harsh insults.
- >They may not have been vulgar, but they were still effective.
- >"Weirdo." "Freaking fresh meat, over here!" "Look at this freak." "Check out the F.N.G."
- >Occasionally, when lunchtime happened, you would head outside and sit beside the statue and cry.
- >But one day, everything changed.
- >From the opposite side of the statue was someone else crying.
- >You stopped and make sure you weren't loosing your mind.
- >It was definitely coming from the other side.
- >You stand up, and went around the statue to find a girl.
- >Curled up and laying against the statue with her backpack between her arms.
- >From what you can tell, she had a curly Amaranth pink hair and Lemon chiffon skin.
- >Her weeps were dainty and subtle.
- >You decided to speak up.
- "Hello?"
- >The girl stopped and slowly looked at you.
- >She was no older, or younger than you.
- >Her only response was big Teal blue eyes gazing at you, along with a flow of tears escaping them.
- "Are... are you OK?"
- >The girl sniffled and wiped her face with her right hand.
- >"Y-yes, I feel better now."
- "Why are you here?"
- >For eight minutes that felt like hours, she told you her time at this school.
- Somewhere in the middle of it, you sat down right beside her.
- >She didn't move or tried to scoot away from you.
- >She just continued on with her story.
- >It was very detailed and sounded so much like your experience for the past couple of days.
- >"All just because I'm a Freshman!"
- >She goes back to sobbing, and her hair starts to cover her face as she does this.
- >You brush her hair to the side of her head with your right hand.
- "Hey, you're not the only one that went through that. You don't have to be alone anymore."
- >Without warning, she lunges to your waist and hugs you.
- >You're arms are in the air from her sudden embrace.
- >"Please... don't leave me..." She softly whispers.
- >You lower your arms and let your right hand stroke her hair.
- "I never will."
- >Afterwards, your right arm rests on the side of her.
- >She doesn't even move or cringe on this.
- >You look down and see her with closed eyes and a small smile.
- >A small feeling grew inside of you, along with a smile growing on your own face.
- >Quietude ran on for twenty minutes.
- >The only thing to break the silence was the bell to signal that lunch time was over.
- >As it did, you gently shake her arm a little, just to realize she was sleeping.
- "Hey, come on now, we have to head for class."
- >A mellow yawn is sounded, along with her arms stretching.
- >They just missed from hitting your face.
- >"Oh, right. I should head off."
- >You get up and stretch a little.
- >Once you were done, you reach out your arm and let off an open palm to pick her up.
- >She grabs your hand, and you give a small tug to get her standing.
- >It was a little too much and she lands on your chest.
- >She looks up and you noticed a small blushing on her cheeks.
- >"Oh,I'msosorry,Ididn'tmeanto."
- >Give out a small chuckle before you say something.
- "It's fine. I guess I don't even know my own strength."
- >She chuckles and looks up to you.
- >Oddly, she does this for a while.
- >Just, gazing in your eyes.
- >You decided to speak up.
- "Uh, shouldn't we head to class before we're late?"
- >Her pupils shrink and dart around.
- >"Oh, right."
- >She then gets off of you and she reaches down to her backpack.
- >You do the same, and go for your things right beside hers.
- >Both of you have your stuff and look at each other for a while.
- >Again, there's that sense of silence, that a tumbleweed actually goes by the left side of you.
- >How in the middle of town, you may never know.
- >You clear your throat, ready to say something.
- "I'm sorry that I bothered you, and-"
- >"Nono! It's fine. I'm actually happy that you've found me."
- >You rub the back of your neck as you're prepared to say what's next.
- "I never got the chance to introduce myself, or know your name. I'm Anonymous, or Anon, for an easier way to remember me."
- >Her face starts to go from blushing to a strong flush.
- >"I-I'm Fluttershy. Thank you for listening and staying here with me. I... I want you to have my number. Just so that I could have a friend to talk to." As she says this, she rummages through her backpack as she says this.
- >Woah, first a total stranger and now you have a girls number.
- >Not to mention your first friend.
- >Todaywasagoodday.mp3
- >A sound of a paper being teared out gets you out of your thinking state.
- >You look at her, she's quivering as she is holding out a piece of pater.
- >Slowly reach out and take the paper from her hands.
- >She raises her backpack and hides behind it.
- "Don't worry, I'll call you after school, and see on how was your day, OK? Here, I'll send a text message right now, just to make sure."
- >As you're saying this, you grab out your MePhone, punch in the number, send a simple test message saying "Hi" and send.
- >You see her backpack then vibrates in the front pocket.
- >Her backpack lowers to show that her eyes are lightened up with a confident smile.
- >"That... sounds nice."
- >The final bell is sounded, indicating that you're now tardy.
- "Crud, I really should go-"
- >Something grabs you by the arm.
- >"What's the hurry? Anyways' we both have the same class."
- >Turn around and see Fluttershy grabbing your arm with both of her hands.
- >She see's you noticing it and retracts her arms.
- "Yeah, but I wanted to have a perfect attendance this year."
- >"Don't worry. I wanted that as well. But, there's still a chance at the "Best Attendance Award" at the end of the school year!"
- >You look up to her, having some hope building up.
- "Really?"
- >She nods at high speeds.
- >Laugh a little, and stop it by resting a hand on her head.
- "Come on, we better go."
- >"A-alright."
- >Once you've entered class, you and Fluttershy were excused, since of being new and such.
- >As you were taking your seat, you saw Fluttershy still there, talking to the teacher.
- >Once their discussion was over, the teacher looked at your classmate.
- >"Norman, I'm sorry to inform you this, but your seat is now in the back."
- >"Aww, come on! This was my spot first!"
- >"Norman, please sit in the back, or I will have to send you to Principle Celestia's office, instead."
- >Norman huffs and stands up.
- >"Whatever. The front is for nerds anyways."
- >He just shrugs, grabs his stuff, and walks away.
- >Fluttershy takes the seat moments later he leaves.
- >You turn around and see Norman sitting next to Flash Sentry in the way back.
- >Flash is a cool guy, weirdly enough, he doesn't have a girlfriend.
- >No wonder you've never noticed Fluttershy beforehand.
- >She really was off from where anyone could see her.
- >"Alright class, settle down. Ignore Norman's remark, and lets continue to reading Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
- >Oh well, back to-
- >Fluttershy sits there, having a big smile and waving her left hand at you.
- >You give back a wave, but a little more slower and short of enthusiasm.
- >Finish off the waving and turn back to see the board with the page numbers to read for today.
- >OK, pages 8 to 15 for today, and what isn't read by then is homework, shouldn't be too-
- >As you look down on your book, you see a folded piece of paper right at the bottom of it.
- >Huh.
- >Weird, the classmate to your right is absent for today, so that means...
- >Another folded paper slips by you.
- >You saw that it was swiped from your left.
- >Look over to see Flutters holding a pen, along with an open notebook with the paper crap sticking around the ring.
- >She just has a sheepish smile with eyes swaying at you, and the neatly folded papers.
- >You turn back and cautiously open up the first one.
- >"Anon, do you want to hang out with me after school? If that is fine with you."
- >Open up your folder, and put that inside.
- >Now, you open up the second one.
- >What is written on it just has an address, along with clear instructions of her schedule.
- >This gives you a disturbing feeling.
- >But you shake it off in your head, and put this one in the folder before your teacher sees it.
- >Back to reading.
- >Half of class is over with and you're really crunching on the story.
- >It's alright, but then again, it is only the first few pages.
- >Only a couple more, and no homework tonight!
- >As you're turning to the next page, you feel something vibrate in your pants.
- >You must've gotten a text message.
- >Ignore it and go back to-
- >It vibrates again.
- >Set the book down and discreetly pull out your phone.
- >2 new text messages.
- >They're from Fluttershy.
- >The first reads: "So? Able to do it?"
- >Follow up is: "I really don't do much after school."
- >Look over to Flutters and see her typing on her phone.
- >She then puts it away in her binder on the desk.
- >Feel your phone vibrate once again.
- >New message: "Usually, I go to the animal shelter after school, but it's not open on Thursday's."
- >You type back.
- "I guess I could hang out."
- >Send.
- >Slide the phone back in you pocket and go back to reading.
- >Just starting the next page and your phone judders in your pocket.
- >When you leave your book on the table, it leaves out a small clang sound.
- >Reach in your pocket and look at your phone.
- >New fucking message: "OMG! Really? Where should we go?"
- >Another message right after reading that one.
- >"I mean, it's your pick, if that's fine with you."
- >You think for a while before texting.
- >Possibly your place, but it is pretty messy.
- >Maybe just walk around the town, see what's going on.
- >Or stop by her house and just chill for a while.
- >Some good options, but so little time.
- >Look up to see the professor, who is on the computer.
- >He's probably surfing around for some new shoes, or retarded videos.
- >Or worse.
- >12chan.
- >Focus back to your phone and think of where to go.
- >Her place doesn't sound too bad.
- >You test that you can head to her place later on and send the text.
- >"Ahem."
- >Look up and spot the teacher directly in front of you with crossed arms.
- >The only thing that is shielding you, is the table.
- >"Come on, son. Give it here."
- >You sigh, knowing this is a battle you can't win.
- >Leave the phone on the table and let him take it away.
- >"You'll get this back at the end of class."
- >Grab you book back.
- >"And as punishment, you have to read the rest of Scene 3 and give out a paragraph on what you've read by tomorrow."
- >Fucking Ass...
- >Continue reading for a few more pages, literally crunching every last bit of information.
- >Just as you're on page 22, another note slides by.
- >Look off to your friend and see her with a guilty ridden face.
- >Open it up.
- >"I'm so sorry about your phone, but I did get your message. I'm more than happy to have a guest over. Just tell me when you're able to do so."
- >You would be enraged about what happened.
- >But, knowing her already, you decided to drop the anger and write down a small message before Mrs. Jerkweed gets a hold of this one as well.
- "Just after school and a couple of hours. You know how much homework I have right now."
- >Slide it back when the teacher isn't looking and finish off reading the page.
- >The paper is almost tossed back immediately.
- >There's writing on the top.
- >"Wonderful! If you want you can do your homework at my place. There's not much that I do at home. And it does get a little lonely."
- >You think to yourself about this.
- >If she has a hard time at school...
- >God knows it must be a living nightmare at her home.
- >And besides, your home isn't exactly study-proof.
- >Computer, TV with cable, along with a PlayBox 32.
- >These are the things that you always run into, once you cross inside your pad.
- >May have an -sightly- above intelligence,
- >But that doesn't mean that you're still a teenager.
- >That being though, it's probably best to stay over for a while.
- >To finish this damn report.
- >You would feel bad about taking advantage of using Fluttershy's house as a sanctuary.
- >Then again, she did get your ass in this situation.
- >You're sure she wouldn't mind.
- >Discreetly slide the paper inside your folder.
- >Look over to Flutters and nod.
- >She squees a little, but it's not that loud.
- >How cute.
- >Go back to facing your book and-
- >*RIIIIIIIIIING*
- >"Alright, class dismissed. Head for your next one, and I'll see you all tomorrow!"
- >Leave a bookmark on your page and see the number before you close it.
- >Page 24
- >Shit.
- >Another four more pages and then you can write that small report.
- >Ah, well.
- >Pick up your stuff and put it in your backpack.
- >Turn to your left and noticed Fluttershy's seat is empty.
- >Huh, shes quick.
- >And awfully quiet.
- >"Anon!"
- >Turn around and see her at the doorway, waiving.
- >I'll see you after school!"
- >She then runs off.
- >Let out a sigh, strap your backpack on and head for the door.
- >"Mr. Mous."
- "Hmm?"
- >He holds out your phone.
- "Ah, right."
- >Walk over to her and grasp it.
- >"Just... at least try to keep it hidden next time."
- >She now has a small simper on her lips.
- "I'll do my best."
- >She then lets go, and continued back to her computer.
- >You take it into a good grip and slid it back into your pocket.
- >Also, getting a small glimpse at her monitor.
- >Yup, you were right.
- >She was looking at some new pumps.
- >Women.
- >Head off to your next class, Algebra.
- >Not too bad.
- >Simple numbers and such.
- >Head for your desk and just went away.
- >You've never found it difficult.
- >Just went on formulas and how they function.
- >It's like connect the dots... only for geeks.
- >Not much to think about for today.
- >Open up your book to page 57 and work on slopes.
- >This shit's too basic, at least, to you.
- >Crunch down on learning them and head for the classwork.
- >It's not much of a challenge.
- >Now, the homework.
- >Look at it, and scoff.
- >None of it is like the classwork.
- >Way too simile.
- >Blaze through the homework, without intense thinking.
- >So, for the time being, you think about today.
- >About Fluttershy.
- >She seems to be a great girl so far.
- >Only, too great.
- >She seemed pretty strong about some certain things.
- >Perhaps you are her ONLY friend.
- >She is really diffident from all the girls you've met throughout middle school, and the week you've been here.
- >And she possibly lost whatever her friends from transferring to this school.
- >Damn, that has to be rough.
- >It's a good thing that you transferred to this city from Manehatten.
- >That place was just piss bad.
- >Mainly, it wasn't because of the poverty that was going down, but also the community.
- >So many gossip girls, judgmental dickheads, and big time tramps.
- >Not really an ideal place for a developing young adult.
- >Thank god you convinced your parents to transfer here.
- >Took all summer too, but it was worth it.
- >Only downside, is that you're all alone.
- >Mom and dad couldn't be here, for their stationary jobs.
- >And all your relatives are all at their own locations, and are having the same issue, or they just declined.
- >They are very stable, and actually gives off a great income.
- >So, they saved the money for your college fund, until now.
- >It's used for keeping your ass into a better school.
- >Which will then take you to college.
- >They fell for that, like salmon heading for freshly picked bait.
- >But yeah, in a small town, with no one familiar to watch you.
- >This is a great way to prove that you're able to handle yourself.
- >From the first day of being into this new town to today, you're just full of fear, cloaked in confidence and courage.
- >But, in someway, it's worth it.
- >Have your own bedtime, use your own credit card to buy -most- things, and best of all, walk around your apartment, NAKED!
- >Only sacrifice, is no one watching you, or any old friends that will be with you.
- >But who cares, most of the people you knew just gave you a tough time.
- >Pretty much, almost as bad as here.
- >But, that will chance soon enough.
- >You're new here.
- >So right now, life is bliss.
- >*RIIIIIIIIIING*
- >Snap out of your past and look at the board, which is partially blocked by a sea of hormone running teens.
- >Class ended, may as well leave before you might get locked inside school.
- >Shove everything inside your backpack and rush to the door.
- >Since you won't need the Algebra book, along with some other shitty paperwork, it's best to head for you locker and dump that stuff.
- >Find the corridor that leads to your locker and open it.
- >Dump what isn't homework inside and close your locker.
- >"So, who's your friend?"
- >Turn to your right and see Norman laying against the wall.
- >He has that smug face on him.
- >Not a good sign.
- "Just someone who's going through rough times, that's all."
- >"You sure you're not just going to score?"
- >What?
- "What?"
- >"You've heard me. Going out for a cute girl and she's already clinging to you on the second week. You've got moves man, and I like that."
- >What is this tunnel snake implying?
- "Dude, we're just friends. Not much."
- >"Don't hide it from me. Just tell me that you're in this to get laid."
- >Is this faggot serious?
- "I'm just her friend, what else?"
- >He scoffs and shakes his head.
- >"Right, "friends." More like "Friends With Benefits." Admit that, and I'll leave you alone."
- >Friends With- what the fuck us up with this guy.
- >"Hey, Norman, just leave him alone."
- >It's coming from the right of you.
- >Look over and see Flash Sentry.
- >"Not now, just trying to get this kids plan."
- >"If he was planning this, he would've told you a long time ago. Just leave him."
- >Norman backs away and walks off, beaming a stiff glare at you.
- >"Sorry about him. Dude's just trying to get the dirt on people."
- >Yeah, no shit.
- >Who where you just talking to? A plant?
- >"So I've seen you around and never had the chance to talk. The names Flash."
- >He reaches out his arm, along with his hand prepared for a handshake.
- "Anon."
- >You firmly grasp it and shake along his pace.
- >Damn, his grip is matched with yours.
- >"Hey, if you need to hang out, just look for me."
- "Alright, sounds good."
- >"Cool, listen I need to head out, I don't want to be late for practice."
- "You play sports?"
- >Flash's other arm lifts up a guitar case.
- "Oh."
- >"Yeah. Later, man." His other arm reaches back out and shows a fist.
- "Later." You fist bump it with a smile.
- >He gives one back and walks down the hallway.
- >Slip on your backpack and head outside.
- >Wow, already making some friends.
- >Some shit needed to happen, but it's nothing that you could've handled.
- >Slip out your folder and get-
- >You left the folder inside the locker when you were dumping your shit inside.
- >Head back to the doors, only to realize they're locked.
- >Randomnly knock on the door and yell.
- "HEY! I FORGOT SOMETHING!"
- >It opens to reveal a janitor with a white mustache, extended belly, and a blank face.
- "Thank you."
- >Run inside and head to your locker, only to barely hear the janitors word.
- >"Eeyup."
- >Your efforts on making time of your asset is against you.
- >There it is!
- >As your locker comes into plain view, you didn't have a thought of stopping.
- "Oh, no, no, no, NO!"
- >And a loud, metallic slam echo's the deserted halls.
- "Auugh."
- >Slowly slide down it and feel a small pain on your right arm.
- >Look at it and see a big bruise.
- >That must've taken the full impact.
- >It could have been your face, so be lucky.
- >Get back up, try your combination on the locker and it opens.
- >Yes!
- >Now just need to grab the-
- "Agh! Fucking shit, that hurts."
- >Maybe using your right arm is a bad idea for the rest of the day.
- >Reach out with your left arm and grab the folder with all of the notes from Fluttershy.
- >Take out the paper with her address and use your other arm to grab out your phone.
- >It hurts, but you're not ready to let down your friend.
- >Unlock and open up Backrub maps.
- >Look at Fluttershy's address.
- >It's... the outskirts of town?
- >Weird.
- >Insert it anyway and let the phone calculate its directions.
- >Set the phone down and put everything else in your backpack.
- >Slap it on your back, grab your phone and head back outside.
- >Ah, fresh air.
- >"Turn left, into, Garson Avenue, walk down, for 30 minutes, then head down, into Larson Drive."
- >Look at your phone and see that it's a straight shot outside of town.
- >Alright, lets see on where this goes.
- >Head down the sidewalk and make way down Garson Avenue.
- >See that there is only a few teenagers around the side walk, only they're all in a crowd.
- >Ignore them, but quickly see on who they were.
- >One seemed like a stylist with a curly violet hair style.
- >Another was wearing a country hat, with what you can tell was a country-style voice.
- >The third was some energetic girl, with Pink all over her.
- >And the last one seemed like a tomboy wearing overalls.
- >Yet, you're not too sure.
- >Then again, she has that long, Rainbow-like hair.
- >Whatever, it's best not to bother them.
- >Yet, you trip over something and fall down.
- >Right onto your damaged arm
- >Being this clutzy in just less than half an hour?
- >Thank goodness you landed with your left hand.
- >It didn't take much damage, but a few scrapes on the palm of it.
- >You can get over it.
- >Shit's been worse before, but that's another time.
- >Turn over and see the four girls looking at you.
- >The tomboy tries to hold back from laughing.
- >The country girl nudges her side.
- >"What- oh."
- >"You alrighty there?" Says the pink one, now inches from your face.
- "Yeah, just fine."
- >"So sorry for our friends behavior. She can barely tame herself." Coming from the one who sounds like from an upper-class family.
- >"Yeah... sorry there." Grumbles their sky-blue friend.
- >An orange hand reaches out to you.
- >You take the offer and are pulled back up.
- >"A'm sorry for the rough introduction. A'm Applejack. This here's Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie."
- >Each of them have their own waiving technique.
- >"So, what's yer name, stranger?"
- "Anon, just call me Anon."
- >One of them snickers.
- >Spot Rainbow Dash doing it.
- >"Sory, just... pfft. That just sounded funny."
- >"Rainbow is somewhat correct. It does sound a little ludicrous."
- >Sigh a little.
- "My full name is Anon Y. Mous."
- >Dash laughs and falls back.
- >"Oh- oh crap! Someone call an ambulance."
- >Your name might be ridiculous, but you never thought it would be enough to get someone to laugh on their ass.
- >"Come on, Dashie! Remember on how you were last week?" Pinkie Pie almost yells.
- >Dash stops her laughing and rolling.
- >She gets up and looks down.
- >"We have each other, and if we didn't all of us would be like Nonny here."
- >You inhale deeply and stare at the ground in shame.
- >"Whoppse. Sorry about that."
- "It's fine, I'll patch through it."
- >"List'n, if you need people to hang around with, you can go with us."
- >Most of them nod.
- >Only one that did not follow was Rainbow Dash.
- >"Rainbow, whadd'ya say?"
- >Dash crosses her arms and scowls a little.
- >"Are you sure we should allow this loser with us?"
- >That's it, that pisses on a wizard.
- >It was fine from being called that from the higher grades.
- >From someone in your own grade level?
- >Now she just really fucked herself over.
- "Hey! You were no different from me, so what makes you the leader to call who is and who's not a loser?"
- >She's about to say something, but holds it back and just sighs.
- >"You're right. Sorry about that. Truce."
- >She reaches out her arm to you.
- >OK, why all the hand grabbing today?
- >Fuck it, just meet their demands and shake it.
- >You do so, and sense that her grasp is weaker than yours.
- >Just lay back on the grip.
- >After it's over, she rubs her hand a little.
- "Heh, sorry."
- >Shit, you really need to check your power level.
- >"Hey! Wanna come with us to hang out? There's video games, food, candy stores. ItWillBeSOMuchFun!"
- >You put your hands back in your pockets and think.
- >Only to have it interrupted by your phone.
- >Shit, you just remembered you need to head off to Fluttershy's home.
- "I really want to, but, I need to head for a friends house."
- >As you say this, pull out your phone and wave a little.
- >"Oh, we'll just leave you our numbers and we'll call you if something happens."
- >As Pinkie says this, she yanks the phone and types away like an accountant shot with coffee in their veins.
- "Hey I-"
- >"Here you go!"
- >She gives you the phone back and you look at the screen.
- >"You" sended a group message to four numbers, with names already printed on them.
- >The message just says "Hiya!"
- >This girl really has an ability.
- >"We won' bother you anymore, we'l see ya tomorrow, Anon."
- >"It's been a pleasure to meet you."
- >"See ya later."
- >"ICan'tWaitToMetWithYouAgain!"
- >They leave off some space, and you walk through it.
- >Turn back around and see them waving off to you.
- >You wave back, with your phone at hand.
- >With that done, you continue walking while looking at your phone.
- >Open up Backrub Maps again and set the destination again.
- >"Continue on, estimated time, is, 47, minutes."
- >This is going to be a long walk.
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