We had arrived to Ponyville that very night, after we got off the train. We've settled in this simple, little house that everyday ponies would probably live in--normally we would live in a more expensive place, but we were trying to keep a low profile. As we were setting our stuff in our new house, we were having to go over our new daily routine. We can no longer spend our money on anything that's expensive, both my parents will have to get regular jobs (the kind that don't require degrees or diplomas), and I would have to attend public school. My parents might've been a bit upset over this new change, but I was actually looking forward to all of this. Finally, after all those years of having to be around those snobs at that private school, I'm finally going to be with regular ponies for the first time. And as I went to bed that night, I could barely wait for the first day of my new life.
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The next day, I was probably the only one who was able to wake up with a smile. While I was starting the new day in an upbeat manner, my parents had entered the kitchen in a very groggy state. As I was eating my breakfast, my parents were just sipping coffee. My mom looked at me and said, "Somepony sure is happy today."
I made my chalk and board float as I write, "If you were going to a school that didn't have a dress-code, wouldn't you be happy?"
My dad then muttered, "Well at least you're not having to go work at a rock farm."
My mom then said to him, "Now Jack, we both agreed that the best way to remain inconspicuous was to get minimum waged jobs."
I could hear my dad's inner voice say, "I don't believe this, I went to Bale for Celestia's sake, and now I'm having to do the one thing universities were suppose to prevent me from doing."
My mom then turned to me and said, "Now Sheldon, you remember why we had to move here in the first place, right? So from now on, don't ever be using your Mind Powers out in public."
"Don't worry, Mom, I won't do anything that's suspicious." I then hugged my mother and father goodbye and then I went off to the school.
As I was entering the classroom, I saw a whole bunch of foals just talking amongst their friends. Usually at the private school, everyone would be in an orderly manner, but here everyone was just scattering around the room. While I was roaming through this classroom, I didn't look where I was going and I had bumped into and saw--for the first time--a filly. This filly was pink and had white and purple hair, and she wore a fake, plastic tiara on her head. The filly standing next to her was gray, had pigtails, and wore glasses.
The pink filly turned to me and said, "Hey, watch where you're going..." she read my little greet message that said, "Hi, my name is Sheldon." And added, "Sheldon!"
Her gray friend then said, "Say, I don't like remember seeing you here before."
I then took my chalk and I've written down, "That's probably because me and my family just moved here."
"Really," said the pink filly, "when did you settle here?"
"Last night."
"Last night?" said the gray filly, "like where were you living before?"
"Canterlot."
The pink filly's cold-hearted scowl then suddenly turned into a warm-hearted grin as she shook my hoof and said, "Welcome to Ponyville; I'm Diamond Tiara, and this is my friend, Silver Spoon!"
After she released her bear grip on my hoof, I took my chalk and written, "What's with the sudden welcome?"
The pink filly known as Diamond Tiara then said, "Well if you had mentioned that you were from Canterlot in the first place, then I wouldn't have been so rude to you earlier."
"What does it matter where I live?"
"Because only the richest and more special ponies--like me and Silver Spoon--come from Canterlot. It's always nice to meet a fellow rich pony, unlike the Blank Flanks we usually have to deal with." Great, my first day away from those Canterlot snobs and I immediately get to meet two already. Anyway, she paused for awhile and added, "You do have your Cutie Mark, right?"
When I showed them my Cutie Mark, the gray filly known as Silver Spoon squealed and was like, "Goodie, you like do have your Cutie Mark! At least now you'll get to hang with us instead of those Cutie Mark Crusaders."
"Cutie Mark what now?"
Diamond Tiara then said, "Oh, they're just a bunch of noponies who don't even know their place in life. In fact here comes three of them right now."
The first to come out of the door was an orange pegasus filly with pink hair. She let out a big grunt as she said, "I can't believe we didn't get our Cutie Marks for bomb defusing."
Then a white unicorn filly with hair that looks like the mixture of purple and pink came in. "I can't believe we were able to defuse it."
Then this yellow earth pony with red hair and a pink bow comes in and says in a strong country accent, "I can't believe we were dumb enough ta even try it." And I don't know what it was about her, whether it be the fact that she has the same coat as my mom or her nice accent, but for some reason my heart started to beat very fast as I was gazing at her. I don't quite know how to explain this, but for some reason the sight of her was making me lose control of every part of my body. But luckily I was able to get out of that paralyzed state of mine when the teacher came in and told us to get to our seats.
I just grabbed the first seat that I could come by, and it just so happens that it's between Diamond Tiara and the yellow filly with the bow. The teacher--who was a reddish/purplish earth pony with pink hair--said to everypony, "Good morning class!"
Then everypony said, "Good morning Ms. Cheerilee!"
The teacher known as Ms. Cheerilee then said, "First things first everypony, we have a new student with us today." Gee, didn't think she was just going to flat out announce my arrival; I was expecting her to just let all the foals take their time to know that I'm not from around here. I mean, does this teacher always just put ponies on the spot like that? Anyway, the teacher beckons me to come forward, and since I'm unable to say anything about it, I just went with it. As I was just standing in front of all the foals, Ms. Cheerilee says, "Everypony, this is Sheldon; he's just moved here from Canterlot. Would you like to share something about yourself?" yeah, apparently my parents forgot to tell her that I can't speak; this of course results in a long, awkward silence. Ms. Cheerilee leans in and whispered to my ear, "Uh, sweetie, don't you want to say something?"
I took my chalk and I've written down, "Would I be carrying this chalkboard around if I could say anything?"
I could hear her inner voice say, "Great, just what I need, another smart aleck." And then she says to me, "Fine, just take your seat." And I did just that.
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Ms. Cheerilee--for the remainder of the time--started to go over today's lesson. But seeing that I can easily get the answers for any test right out of her head, I didn't even bother paying attention to what she had to say. While she was rambling on about things that I don't need to worry myself about, I took the opportunity to just listen to what these foals were saying in their heads.
I decided to start with that yellow filly with the nice accent (to see if she was thinking of me). But all I got out of her was, "I wonder what we'll be crusadin' fer next time?" yeah, clearly I didn't leave much of an impact on her.
I then tried her friends: first the orange pegasus, "I wonder what Rainbow Dash is doing?" and then the white unicorn, "I wonder if Rarity will let me borrow her sewing machine for when we try getting our Cutie Marks for disassembling and reassembling?" these three sure are intent on getting their Cutie Marks, aren't they? Don't get me wrong, I was just as determined to get my Cutie Mark, but even I didn't constantly think about it all the time.
Anyway, I then decided to go into the minds of the two snobs. This is what I got from Diamond Tiara, "It's a good thing that I got to him first before those Blank Flanks did." Wow, there is absolutely no word that can describe just how unlikeable she is. I don't know if she's Highbrow's cousin, or a filly version of him (well, more of a filly than he'll ever be), but she definitely seems to share his mannerisms.
Now Silver Spoon's inner voice was--for lack of a better word--peculiar. This is what she had to say, "The new kid has like gotta cute flank." OK, apparently she has some kind of obsession over flanks...and I don't really know what to say to that. But I didn't really put too much thought into it; in fact, I just let my mind go around freely and just listened to a bunch of random inner voices.
"I'd sure go for a big bowl of pudding right about now."
"Why do I feel like doing whatever Snails is thinking about doing?"
"Should I put on some cologne before I go see Minuette?"
"Come on, start recess already."
"OK Button, you can do this. You've gotten Hayman this far, and now this is where it ends."
All of that soon came to an end the second the bell started to ring and everypony was rushing out of the school.
While everypony was just running around the playground, playing with one another, me and the snobs were just sitting back at some tree, watching everypony play with each other. I wasn't quite getting why we were doing this, so I took my chalk and I've written down, "Why exactly are we just standing around here?"
Diamond Tiara then said, "Because only losers would just go around and play with each other."
Then Silver Spoon added, "Yeah, it's like much cooler to just watch losers be losers."
OK, I'm convinced now, these two are not the popular kids. They're that group of kids that're so unpopular, that they have to pretend that they're popular just so they can ignore the fact that they're unpopular. I mean, who would honestly think that watching ponies do stuff is way better than just actually doing stuff?
Apparently these two seem to think that; and it would seem that they're trying to drag me along with them. But luckily for me, that won't be happening. Because while they were off looking for a new spot to watch ponies do more stuff, a red ball was bouncing towards me. I turned my attention away from the ball to notice that a bunch of colts were just staring at me.
One of them, a gray pegasus with black hair, walks up to me and says, "Well, well, if it ain't the new rich kid. What's wrong, afraid to have your expensive haircut ruined?"
To this I've written, "What're you saying?"
And the gray pegasus said, "I'm saying that a Canterlot snob like you is too chicken to play kickball."
"I'm not a snob, and I'm most certainly not a chicken."
"Oh yeah," said the gray pegasus, "then why don't you get off your flank and play with a couple of poor kids?"
OK, being insulted by snooty rich kids is one thing, but having to be insulted by normal kids is a bit too far. If there's one thing that I wasn't going to do in this new life of mine, it's going back to being the one that everypony picks on. So without saying anything, though I technically can't say anything in the first place, I went to where the other colts were and I joined their little game.
"New kid's got guts, I'll give him that." Said the inner voice of the gray pegasus.
While the gray pegasus was getting back to his position, this yellow earth pony with shaggy black hair walks up to me and said, "Ever played kickball before?" I shook my head and he started to go over the basics. "Well fer starters I take this ball here, and then I toss it over ta Button over there," he points to a brown earth pony with spiky orange hair, with a little propeller hat on his head, and was staring at some little gizmo he was holding. "Then he tries ta kick the ball. And if he does kick the ball, then he has ta run across all these bases. If he's able ta run all four of 'em, then his team scores a point. But what you need ta do is catch the ball and tag him before he sets hoof on a base. At least try ta put up an effort, unlike those two over there." He then points to two idiot unicorns who were just standing around, acting like idiots.
When I finally set my hooves upon the first base, I watched as the yellow colt tossed the red ball at the brown colt known as Button. I then watched as the ball smacked Button across the face and he began to whine a bit. But when his little gizmo started to make a loud beeping noise, he started to panic. I mean he was literally grabbing the gizmo and was acting like his pet goldfish just died.
The gray pegasus then said, "Dang it, Button, stop fretting over that gizmo of yours and focus on the game."
Button then turned to him and said, "How can you possibly think about sports at a time like this?!"
"Because I like to play sports, and I like to do things that're actually important."
"How can bucking some ball around be more important than saving the Electrots from Mr. Dartmoor?!"
"Fine, just go over to the side and play around with your little gizmo buddies." As the gray pegasus was getting into position, I could hear his inner voice say, "Why do I always have to be on the same team as him?" and then I watched as he bucked that ball high in the sky!
Now there was no way that I could be able to just catch that ball without leaving the base; but luckily for me, I happen to have been born with Mind Powers. I know that I promised my parents that I wouldn't do anything suspicious, which is why I took extra caution while using these powers. I put all my concentration on that ball just to make it look like it was simply falling into my hooves. Then when I had the ball in my grasp, I didn't see it coming when the gray pegasus had smacked his own face right into it.
As everypony was looking at him lying on the ground, the bell had then rung again, and I quickly made a run back to the school. When I was heading back to the school, the yellow colt said to the gray pegasus, "You're out."