Chapter Preview (How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Drink Kool-Aid) · 3:14pm Sep 30th, 2023
I apologize for not updating How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Drink Kool-Aid lately. When I posted it, I told myself that I would update it bi-weekly in order to keep readers engaged and make sure I didn't slack off. I had to forgo my usual update schedule in order to finish my entry for the Cozy Glow story contest (go and give that a read if you want; I'm really proud of it), but unfortunately, it looks like I won't have the next chapter ready this weekend. I intend for it to be a bit longer than the previous chapters since I'll be introducing some important characters, and I want to make sure I do it right. Sorry about that.
Still, I want to offer a preview to those who are interested, just so you'll know I'm working on it. It's not much (since I don't want to give too much away), but I hope you like what you see!
"Well well well, looks like the reject club finally got another member. What convinced you to hang out with Loony Lyra and Starlight Sickle? Are you an anti-social loser too, or are you just that desperate for a girl's attention?"
Knowing what I know now, I should've cowered and acted as compliant as possible until she left. Unfortunately, I made the choice to meet her gaze, stay perfectly still, and not say a word. As much as I'd like to have done this out of defiance or bravery, the truth is that I was petrified. At this point in time, I was still half-convinced that Canterlotians were eldritch monsters that wouldn't be opposed to breaking my mind and devouring my flesh.
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I glanced around quickly, hoping no one had heard them. It wasn't that they were bad singers, they had great voices, but I wasn't keen on becoming the center of attention because Starlight and Lyra had watched one too many Disney movies.
"Cut it out, you two!" I hissed. "Why the heck did you start-?!"
I couldn't finish my question, because some rando from a neighboring table started singing too.
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The facts of the incident would show any reasonable person that it was a delicate case, one that would require a careful balance of compassion and sternness to address my mental state and ensure nothing similar happens again. So naturally, Ms. Spitfire sent me straight to detention. After dragging me back and telling me where to go, she left me with a promise that she would tell the Vice Principal I was coming.
Can’t wait dude, no rush take your time.
Probably the first fanfiction in a while that I'm actually exited for. Can't wait for the next chapter.