It was a sunny day in Canterlot, and the sound of chirping birds filled the crisp, morning air. In a big house, somewhere on riverside street, a young unicorn filly was eating her breakfast wearily. She yawned and set her pancakes aside, and tried to reach for the milk carton.
Her father lowered his newspaper and frowned. “Peppermint darling, what use is that horn on your head, hmm?”
Peppermint scowled, while shakily levitating the milk carton with her white aura. She poured the creamy milk on her glass, and tried to stuff her pancakes down her throat at the same time. A creamy white pegasus stepped down the stairs and stared at Peppermint in amusement.
"Ahem..." Lily Mint cleared her throat.
Peppermint blushed and kept her head down, while her father chuckled heartily.
After breakfast, Peppermint ran upstairs and began putting books inside a saddlebag. Her mother was waiting at the door.
She shouted, "Dear, you really must hurry up, you’re going to be late for school!”
Peppermint galloped downstairs with a saddlebag over her back and a grin on her face.
Lily soared through the air and Peppermint was on her back. The mare spotted a large building and glided down. When she reached the ground, she lowered Peppermint and they both trotted over to what looked liked a grand academy. Right next to it stood the west tower of Canterlot castle, glimmering in the sun.
The Mother and Daughter entered the building, trotting on the marble floor tiles, when they approached a large antique wooden double-door. Lily hesitantly shoved it, and both she and Peppermint walked in to a fairly sized hall. They were greeted with a sunshine of colors that were reflected from the stained glass windows on either side of the hall. Beautiful paintings and tapestries were hung near the ceiling, and a glass staircase led up towards it. Ponies were bustling here and there, some of them hurrying along a corridor at the corner of the hall, while others were carrying trunks and boxes with their magic.
While Peppermint gaped at her surroundings, Lily walked over to what seemed like the reception desk, where an elderly pony with glasses was ruffling through files and papers. She looked up and noticed the mare, and smiled warmly.
“Here for registration?” She asked.
Lily replied, “Yes, my daughter Peppermint Frost will be joining in."
“Peppermint Frost...” she pondered, ”Half a minute, dearie,” she added sweetly, while rummaging through her papers again. "Ms. Peppermint Frost of Riverside street, yes?"
Lily nodded, then asked Peppermint, who had appeared next to her, "Let’s get to your class dear, we don't want to be late.”
“Her classroom is next to the biology lab, down the further end of the corridor." The mare with glasses explained, gesturing towards said corridor.
That is how Peppermint Frost remembered her first day at Celestia’s school for gifted unicorns.