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// September, 2013 
// Story: Blue Spring's Diary 
// by CraftyVision 
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Monday, 26 August, 2013

I don’t know how to start writing. Intros are hard, especially when you’ve just moved. I guess I’ll start by introducing myself. I’m Blue Spring. I’m 16 years old, and I just moved to Canterlot a couple of days ago. I live in the residential district, but my older brother and father run a mechanic shop downtown. My older brother, Sprocket, is a university student in Baltimare. I’m attending Canterlot High School (CHS) starting on Wednesday. I hope it goes a lot better than last year when I entered my final year of middle school.

I should be unpacking my belongings, but I keep distracting myself. There’s so many thoughts I’m having, but I don’t know how to put them into words. I guess what I can say is this: If anything happy, sad, scary, or strange happens to me over the next year, anyone who reads this will know about it.
Spring

Wednesday, 28 August, 2013
Officially started my first day at school as a sophomore at CHS. I guess it’s okay. Today kinda sucked, but I think it was because it was my first day. I actually didn’t think I’d make it until lunch. I’ll go through the events of today one by one. So this morning I had to wake up at around six-thirty. I took a ten minute shower, and then ate some cereal. I grabbed my backpack and biked to school. I’m only about ten minutes away from the school by bike, so it’s not too bad. That was around eight in the morning.

School doesn’t officially start until eight-twenty. According to my schedule that I grabbed from the front desk, my first class of the day was Chemistry with Ms. Chrysalis. She introduced herself, and handed out the year’s syllabus. That’s all I gained from chem. The next class I had was P.E. The teacher in charge of gym wasn’t too much older than the rest of us. He only looked like he was in his twenties to me. I couldn’t help but feel like I had heard that name before. The class after that? English with Mr. Trope. He was older, but he was pretty cool. He’s a movie guy, so I’ve gotta appreciate him for all of his references. After English, we had lunch. Some dude named Aqua Glide invited me to sit with them at lunch.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I looked around for the dude with a white t-shirt and lighter blue hair. When I found him and his friends, I took a seat across from Aqua.

“You must be the new guy.” The dude with a blue t-shirt and darker blue hair chuckled and offered a hand, “The name’s Rimshot. You?”

“Blue Spring.” I smiled and shook the guy’s hand.

“Where do you hail from?” Rimshot asked me as I was quietly eating my sandwich.

“Originally? I’m from Bawston.” I smiled as the Boston accent slipped into my voice. I blushed from embarrassment, for I had been trying to hide the accent.

“You can’t always hide the accent, dude.” Another voice chimed in. This guy, again, had a shade of blue for hair, and wore a t-shirt with a lightning symbol on it, and wore a grey hoodie. He offered his hand to me, “Call me Flash.”

“Like the TV show?” I chuckled and shook Flash’s hand.

“You’re just as bad as Mr. Trope.” Flash chuckled and looked at the others at the table, “I think he’ll fit in around here.”

After lunch, I had Geometry. Ms. Cheerilee seemed pretty nice. I couldn’t help but notice that she wore a green, flowery skirt, a brown t-shirt, and had a shade of pink for hair colour. I couldn’t really focus on the class too much, because I was off in my own world.

Was Flash right? Would I actually fit in?

Anyways I looked around the class at the other kids. Aqua was in my geometry class, so there’s already one person I was acquainted with. As I looked around, I took mental notes of some of the students in the room. One girl was wearing a light blue t-shirt with dark blue glasses, and had bright yellow hair. Another student had a lighter green tank top and had darker brown hair. When she spoke up, it sounded like she had a British accent. Another student wore a pink t-shirt and had blue-grey hair. I looked over to Aqua, and he looked back at me. Luckily then the bell rang.

The last class of the day was history for me. The only person that I actually recognised in that classroom was the blue-grey haired girl from my last class. The next teacher introduced himself as Mr. Sombra. He handed out a syllabus for the class, and we got to know a little something about each other in the class. Apparently that girl from my last class’ name was Tuft or something. Remember that this was like five hours ago now. Aqua told me a bit about her and that was that. Anyways… my head is pretty foggy at this point, so I think I’m gonna stop writing for now. Hopefully I get into the swing of things as time goes on.
Spring

Monday, 2 September, 2013
It’s been an easy week, but I suspect that it will just increasingly become more and more difficult. Sorry for not writing, I’ve been helping my father out at the repair shop and becoming acquainted with Aqua, Flash, and Rim a little bit better. We were at Aqua’s house this weekend and we basically played video games and talked about our female classmates. Besides the point, we started reading the book A Separate Peace by John Knowles in English on Friday. Joke's on them. I already read that book last year. So that should be easy. I also talked to that Tuft chick today at lunch. We didn’t say too much to each other, though. She’s cute and all, but I could never say that to her face.

That’s another thing. So today in P.E, I found a signup list for boys’ soccer. Ironically, the person who was putting up the sign was a girl with unique rainbow-coloured hair. Funny, right? So I went over to her and we struck up a conversation. Her name was Rainbow Dash. I could have guessed something along the lines of Rainbow because of her hair. I guess just for the fun of it, she wanted to test me at soccer or something. After I talked to Coach, she walked over to me.

“Signing up for boys’ soccer, huh? Why don’t we see how skilled you are?” Rainbow grinned at me, bouncing a soccer ball on her knee.

“I’m not too great at soccer but I can play pretty well.” I replied while I still hated the fact that I couldn’t easily get rid of my accent.

So we went out to the field behind the school, right? Dash said to me before we walked over there, “Whoever hits five first wins!” I honestly didn’t stand a chance against her in a one v. one match. She was better at defence and offence than I was, but I was okay at those positions. The one thing I was pretty okay at was being a goalie, though. After I had lost miserably (two to five), we sat down on a bench right by the field and I downed a water bottle in less than a minute.

“That was pretty good!” Dash admitted with a smirk, “Not as good as me, though. I’m unstoppable!”

“That was pretty bad for me.” I frowned slightly, “To be fair, I haven’t played soccer since the eighth grade back home.”

“Where are you from anyways?” Dash asked me with a curious look, “You have a different accent than I’ve really ever heard.”

“Bawston.” I replied with a chuckle, “That’s up north in Neigh England.”
The rest of that conversation was a blur to me. I remember her and I talking about the Red Sox after that, and then we had our next class. I barely remember the class period, but I remember we were doing a worksheet on A Separate Peace. Then lunch came, and I sat down with the boys. We were talking about sporting events within the next month, then Aqua looked at me and spoke up.

“I see you got your ass kicked by Dash out on the field today.” Aqua said with a smirk.

“I know! That was wicked awful performance on my part.” I looked down and took a sip from my water bottle, “That tired me out, y’know?”

“You weren’t too bad out there.” Aqua smiled and replied to me, “In fact, you were pretty good! Did Dash explain that she’s…?”

“Unstoppable, yeah.” I chuckled and cut in.

We continued to eat lunch until the bell rang. Geometry was pretty boring because all we were doing was dimensional analysis. That is like eighth grade math for me. At least the class wasn’t too hard for me, though. That’s a plus.

Next, we had history. Mr. Sombra partnered me up with the girl with blue glasses I mentioned here last week. Apparently her name is Silver Dust. She’s not too bad, but she seems pretty shy. I tried to make conversation with her, but she didn’t respond much. I noticed she had one earbud sticking in her left ear. I guess some people focus better when they have music to listen to.  I can understand that, because I’m still the same way around these people.

Oh, I’ve gotta go now. I hear my old man downstairs.
Spring

Thursday, 5 September, 2013

I’ve only been at this school for just over a week and I already hate someone! That’s gotta be a new record or something. Ugh, today was all well and good until this girl came along. She was wearing a grey jacket and a fuchsia coloured t-shirt, and she had red and yellow striped hair. Aqua told me later that her name was Sunset Shimmer… I don’t like her. Anyway, I was walking through the hall and I accidentally bumped into her. I had attempted to apologise but she glared at me. She then told me to get the hell out of her way. Seriously, I don’t think she even took a second to acknowledge that I was about to say sorry. If this is how she treats people, it would explain why people don’t like her. I heard some of my classmates say some awful things about her. I don’t blame them at all. She seems like a cold-hearted bitch who gets what she wants.

On another, slightly better note, I saw a poster in the hallway for the CHS Fall Formal. That seems cool, but somehow I will have to attempt to get a date for it in the first place… Ugh, that requires me to be even more social than I usually am! I’ll work on the whole social thing later, but for now, I have a level of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 to return to. Peace!
Spring

Sunday, 8 September 2013

So, the weirdest thing happened to me over these last few days. Not only did I actually get an A on a quiz, I found a $20 laying on the ground on my walk home from school on Friday. It’s now Sunday if my calendar is correct… I barely pay attention to these things because I just let time pass. The guys and I talked about the Fall Formal dance on Friday. I asked them about it, and they told me it was like a homecoming dance. To be honest, I don’t think that I could get a date for this Fall Formal thing. I’m entirely decent looking, and I’m a barely-sociable nerd. Maybe if a miracle were to hit, I could get a date, but I’ll worry about it later.

Yesterday, Flash, Aqua, Rim, and myself hung out. We were actually at Rim’s place this time around. We were messing with some instruments. Flash knows how to play guitar, and Rim plays the Drums. Aqua jokingly recorded us once I set up my electric keyboard. Funny enough, we all knew how to play O-O-Oh Child by Five Stairsteps, so we jammed out to that song. I had started to learn All of Me by John Legend by myself, and progress wise, I already mastered the first half of the song. It was a relatively new song too, having been released a few weeks ago.

After that, the four of us went to this place called Sugarcube Corner. This was the first time going to this place for me. When we walked in there, we sat at a booth close to the windows. A teenage girl with pink, poofy hair bounced over to us and took our orders. She then noticed me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and brought me closer to her as if to examine me or something. Rim and Aqua just chuckled, and the pink girl spoke.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before! Are you new?!” She giggled and placed me down back in my seat.

“Uh…” I was at a loss of words, but luckily Aqua had my back.

“Pinkie, this is Blue Spring. He’s a new student.” Aqua smiled and patted my shoulder as if to try to bring me back.

“Y-yeah…” I stammered, still confused as hell, “What he said..”

The rest of that meal went by pretty quickly. As I picked up my trash to throw it away, I accidentally bumped into that Silver Dust girl. When I bumped into her, I accidentally knocked her glasses off. I quickly reached down and handed them to her.

“Sorry…” I frowned and I returned her glasses, “I didn’t see you.”

“It’s okay!” She giggled and smirked at me, “Looks like you need to watch where you’re going more often.”

“Noted.” I chuckled and walked back over to my friends. We spoke for a little bit afterwards, then I headed home.

That’s where I am now. I should be doing some homework, but I just don’t have the motivation. My mind is too focused on other things, like the jam session that happened earlier. I still can’t help but think back to Sunset Shimmer. Writing that just made my skin crawl, ew. It’s like she didn’t even want to try and listen to me. But apparently she’s always been like that.

I’m done thinking about it. Goodnight.
Spring