I looked at my phone and shook my head. "Huh, looks like classes got cancelled for today. It'll be a while until I can catch another bus going home." I sighed and looked around. I was still at the CHS bus stop, as I took to calling the place. I'd hafta walk five blocks to the west to reach Sugarcube Corner and seven to reach the park. Heh, walking's not that hard since I'm tall.
Now that I think about it, short people have it tough. They'd hafta jog to keep up with a tall person walking and the distance can seem daunting. Anyway, I passed by the Carousel Boutique and almost bumped into these three girls. One of 'em was a purple-haired freshman clad in an orange shirt with purple stripes and a pair of khaki shorts. I've only been in CHS for one year, but from what I've heard, she and the other two are pretty much infamous for their popularity schemes, causing trouble and using their cuteness to hospitalize people. I found the closest empty bench and sat down. I watched people walk by while eating a banana muffin. Some of them were holding hands, others were eating together and I widened my eyes as one couple is about to-
"Nope. Nope. So much nope." I stood up, shook my head, covered my eyes and walked into a pole. I fell backward and saw ponies flying over my head. I got up and dusted the dirt off my clothes and found myself face to face with a weird woman with unkempt hair and white clothes. She had this passive expression on her face and smelled like burnt weed.
"Uh..." I looked around.
"...." The woman kept silent.
"Can I help you?" I inquired.
She opened her eyes and said in a creepy and monotone voice, "Your body is a temple."
"What?" I blinked.
"Give your mind, body and soul to the-"
"I'm outta here." I turned around and walked away.
I didn't want to hang at the park anymore, seeing as I've had my fair share of things no sane man or woman can endure... except Pinkie Pie. She's in a class all on her own, but that's a can of worms I'm not willing to open. Sure enough, I walked by Pinkie and a bunch of other girls. I also passed by a trio of girls who reminded me of a sentient cheese puff and toothpaste; the third one sounded really obsessed with tacos, though. I couldn't take a longer look as the three were clad in dull, grey hoodies. Next, I passed by a woman in pink clothes and tri-colored hair next to a girl with a starburst on her clothes.
Before I knew it, I was greeted by a chime followed by a yowl and a pouncing white blur. This white puff had large, yellow eyes, a small, purple bow on her head and an overall uninterested look. I shivered, held my breath and turned around. The white puff was looking at me like an owl turning its head from behind or even a pair of eyes glowing in the darkness. It reminded me too much of the appearance of a golden bear. My hair stood up for a moment and I was too afraid to move. I gulped and by locking eyes at the white puff, I knew I was frickin' screwed.