Just another day at Canterlot High · 7:30am May 4th, 2015
The air was burning with the smell of brimstone and magic, and the echoing silence was punctuated by the thumping tumble of the last pieces of rubble rolling to a stop on either side of where the front door of the gym used to be.
I blinked hard, squeezing the dust from my eyes and the haze from my memories.
Less than an hour ago, my name had been Blue. The students and faculty all knew me by that name, an abbreviation for a longer name that did matter. “Blue” had been thin and gawky and somewhere around sixteen years of age, which was just right for a high schooler. Blue had been a quiet boy, friendly enough, but with an odd way of disappearing into the background when asked about his personal life. In a way, of course, I was, or had been, a boy named Blue. I had certainly attended this school. I had made friends, of a sort. Most importantly, the students had known a boy named Blue, and that meant he had been real.
Blue took just one more long, slow breath. I opened my eyes.
...Well!
stop writing things you're making me look bad
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stop encouraging him, you :v