Bzzt...bzzt...bzzt, The vibrating rumble coming from my pocket started to stir me from slumber. I groggily slipped my hand toward my pocket to pull out my phone to see who was calling to be met with the caller id handler; mom. Swiping right I was quickly met with rapid fire questions spouting off one after the other.
I groaned before answering her back; about how I wasn’t exactly at the studio apartment, yet. Since of a minor delay happening so instead of leaving at a earlier time I had to board the bus leaving about eightish over leaving at five. After our little chit-chat of catching up I looked out the window staring at the landscape passing by before not to long I seen a sign ‘Welcome to Canterlot; Home of the Wondercolts.’
I give a questioning expression at the assuming school mascot name then shrugged. I started gathering my stuff readying to depart the bus when it reached the bus port. Walking off I quickly give a tried some nod to the driver before setting off toward the location of where I’ll be staying at for my entirety of high school.
Walking for about another hour in a half from the bus depot I slowly started to approach the location while my eyes started to get heavier the closer I got. Barely having enough strength I swing open the door to enter the small building where the inboxes where located and quickly found my box before opening it to be greeted with a letter of which I might guess will be the rules/information and a pair of keys to the studio.
Opening the door to the studio I kicked off my shoes throw my bag to the side then did a quick look about the place before hastily dive bombing the bed with plastic wrap letting sleep take hold.
Sleeping till noon rolled around I was once again awakened to the sounds of my phone going off for like the millionth time I believe. Swiping the phone I pulled toward my ear to be greeted with my mom’s voice once again. I sometimes question her perky and cheerful attitude along with her unlimited amount energy. At times I wonder if I’m even her child with how different our personality are.
Sitting up I scanned about the studio while talking to my mom. After getting a better look about the place I said my goodbyes to her before turning to the boxes that I would need to unbox. Once everything was sorted out about the place I grabbed a sandwich along with a drink from my bag. While eating I scrolled through my phone checking about until I seen the email from school I was attending.
Looking over it I seen my schedule for the school year, bus stop information, and the day it started which was next week. Letting it sink in I let out another sigh for the day before heading toward the computer to get in some game time then head out the place for a bite to eat.
Chapter two - First day
Man, I can’t believe a week has already passed by and now the school days have began. If I could I’d still be in bed though my mom would chew my ass if she found out I missed school...better to go then be on her receiving end. Locking the door I headed off to the bus stop about a few blocks away.
Almost halfway there I was surprised to see another heading in the same direction. Part of me felt like jogging up towards the person, but another side told me just to leave it be since I probably couldn’t even hold a conversion to save my life. Instead I opted to listen to some music along the way and help keep my mind off of the numbing cold biting at my skin, yet the girl in front was wearing a skirt of all things seeming unaffected. I don’t understand girls…
Waiting in the troublesome cold for about ten or so minutes until the bus decided to come I could’ve sworn during that time the pink hair girl was stealing glances every now and then though every time I turned to look back she was staring ahead...might have been all inside my head. So ignoring that I shrugged and walked on the bus finding a seat.