//------------------------------// // Dec 18, 2014 // Story: Canterlot High // by Sailor_Pluto //------------------------------// Wednesday, December 18, 2014 It’s seven days until Christmas. I think that’s the reason my parents sent me to this school, to live in a dorm. Stupid dorms. They spend all of their money on Rarity, and get me whatever the hell they feel like. When I was six, I got a nasty old sock. They claimed it was new and priceless, but when I went down to the dollar store, I noticed that the pile of clothes near a trashcan was missing one of its garments. The pile had been there for over a year. I still have that sock. I don’t know why I kept it. I felt like I was making a point, pretending to treasure whatever they give me. But I don’t. I hate that sock. I want to get rid of it, I really do, but I just…can’t. For a couple of years, it was lying in the bottom of my closet, buried beneath all the other gifts from countless Christmases and birthdays from when my parents might have cared. Now, the sock is in a plastic bag in my suitcase. From now on, no matter where I go, the sock will come with me. It’s one of my most prized possessions. Even though I hate it. I’m one of the last ones to exit the train, of course. And, as I scan the platform, I can see that my parents were too lazy to hire anyone to direct me to my dorm. “You can’t get me a guide, but you can get me a sock.” I mutter under my breath. Maybe one of these people will give me directions… I walk over to the nearest person I see, a pale yellowish woman with tacky lavender hair that has a white streak through it. I’m pretty sure it’s a wig. I put on my best smile and tap her on the arm. She turns and looks at me with a disgusted look on her face. “Excuse me,” I say politely. “Do you know where Canterlot High is?” She sneers at me. “No. Excuse ME!” she yells in a thick accent. “I can’t have little buckets of filth coming around and…” she shudders. “TOUCHING me!” I want to be polite. Oh well. “Oh, you poor thing.” I say just as obnoxiously. “SOME of us ‘little buckets of filth’ have to deal with other people touching us all day. I’m pretty sure you can handle a lost little girl tapping you on the arm.” I throw my hands up in the air. “I need help here!” She turns away from me. “You don’t ask me for help then.” she walks away. That stupid woman leaves me on the verge of tears. That’s when I feel two hands plunk down on both of my shoulders. I spin around, and face a lemon-skinned girl with blue curly hair and big red-pink eyes. She’s wearing a brown tweed mini skirt and knee-high boots that are the same color blue as her hair. She’s wearing a dark purple leather jacket with a white tank top underneath. An emblem, with two blue hearts and one green heart, all swirling past each other, is just barely visible. “Who are you?” I blurt out. She blinks and shakes her head, as if snapping out from a trance. “Sorry.” she says, removing her hands from my shoulders. Awkward silence for about twelve minutes. “I hear you needed help.” she finally says. I nod. “Yeah. I’m new here. I have to find Canterlot High.” She smiles. “Great. I can take you there. I go to that school to.” I pick up my bags and follow the girl off the platform. “I’m Lemon Hearts, by the way.” she says. “Oh. I’m Sweetie Belle.” I reply. Another awkward silence. “So. Which dorm are you staying in?” I look at my schedule. “Um, it says I’m in the northeast dormitory.” Lemon nods. “Figures. That’s where they dump all of the younger kids.” “Oh.” I look at the scenery for a while before talking again. “So, which dorm are you staying at?” She looks back at me. “Oh, I’m not staying at a dorm. I live in an apartment that’s pretty close to the school.” She stops so suddenly that I nearly crash into her. “And, here we are.” My mouth drops open. The school looks like a castle. She turns towards me. “Do you need help finding your dorm?” I shake my head. “Nah. I’ll manage. But thanks.” She walks away. There’s a problem. I won’t manage. I can’t tell the difference from north and south. Eventually, I find it. It’s a cruddy-looking two story brick building, and all of the windows are stained brown. “Oh, this’ll be fun.” I say, twisting the doorknob. The door is stuck, so it takes quite a bit of force to get it open. And when I do, I’m instantly hit in the face with a flying nerf ball. “Hey now…Apple Bloom don’t…Diamond, just…SCOOTALOO!!! You hit a girl in the face with your football!” Someone tall with multi-colored hair rushes over to check on me. “Are you okay? You’re Sweetie Belle, right?” I nod. “Yes to you’re okay, or yes that you’re name is Sweetie Belle?” “Both.” She smiles. “Great. I’m Principal Celestia, the head of Canterlot High. I was here trying to get these children to clean up for their new dorm mate.” She turns to glare at an orange skinned girl with short fuschia hair. “But some of us were too busy messing around.” Celestia helps me up. “Girls!” she shrieks. “Girls, come introduce yourself!” Celestia looks at me. “I’ll let you get to know these girls.” She opens the door and leaves. All of the girls form a line, with the fuschia haired girl first. “Hi.” she says. “I’m Scootaloo.” The girl next to her has yellowish skin and red hair with a huge pink bow on top. “Hi!” she yells excitedly. “Ah’m Apple Bloom! My family owns an apple farm, an’ I have a big sister named Applejack an’ a big brother named Big Macintosh.” The pink girl next to Apple Bloom snickers. She has wavy hair that has a similar color scheme than that of the woman at the train station. She adjusts the tiny tiara on her head, and links arms with a silver skinned girl who’s right next to her before talking. “I’m Diamond Tiara, and this is my best friend Silver Spoon. We’re both really rich, and we run this dorm, so stay out of our way.” The girl standing beside Silver Spoon pushes her glasses up on her nose and coughs. She has a unbelievable amount of red, curly hair, and she wears a light pink shirt with faded blue jeans. On her shirt, there’s an image of two candy canes linked together, making a heart. “Hi, I’m Twitht.” “Twist?” I say. “It’s kind of hard to tell with that lisp of yours.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re about the tenth perthon who’th thaid that. Today.” “Oh.” I laugh nervously. “Sorry.” She pushes her glasses up on her nose again. “It’th okay. I’m uthed to it.” “Anyway,” Scootaloo says. “Why don’t me and Apple Bloom show you around the dorm?” There’s not a lot to see. There’s a small kitchen with a dining room right next to it, an even smaller living room that has three couches and one recliner crammed in it, and upstairs there’s only five rooms, so Scootaloo and Apple Bloom are roommates. The sun’s setting now, so I think I’m going to go to bed...