Smart no. Dumb obviously. Angry yes. Hatred ehh. Bold Seed and Silver Spoon we’re scheming. I caught them out of the corner of my eye.
“Now are you sure you guys aren’t a couple because you hangout an awful lot of time together for just friends.” I said walking towards them. They stuck their tongue out at me. Mature. That’s when I noticed that one of them was missing. “Where’s king doofus at?” I asked them
Almost as a reply a spit ball hit my cheek. The two started laughing historically. I wiped it off. “Ms. Powder can I see you in my room please.” said Mr. Cherilee.
“Ooooohhhh,” cooed the trio of idiots. I rolled my eyes and walked towards Cherilee. Between me and you the trio give me inspiration.
Cherilee’s Office…..
“Please have a seat.” Said Cherilee. I sat down at a desk across from him. “On the back of your math test this week you wrote a quadratic equation. I am still on basic addition. How on earth did you learn this?” Said Mr. Cherilee.
“I have been taught math for a long time since I was 2 years old.” I said. “Parents never wanted me to be slow when it came to the good old numbers.”
“I have talked with some teachers at the local middle school and they would love to have you because quite frankly your talents here are being wasted.” Said Cherilee. I shrugged in response. A tall stallion walked in with a bow tie. He was much taller than me. Brown hair. White fur. Blue eyes.
“Hello my name is Mr. Hooves. I am the math teacher at the local middle school. On my behalf I would like to personally take you to our middle school and allow you to advance much further.” Said Mr. Hooves.
“I’m in.” I replied. With that I walked with Mr. Hooves out and towards the middle school. While we were walking out the trio were wondering what kind of trouble was in. With one last glance over the top of my sunglasses I waved the trio goodbye.
Middle school…
“Ms. Huggs has already been notified of the change in school, ” Mr. Hooves said, and he put books in my bag and said, “your first class is right here,” he said, handing me a schedule with room numbers and a map.
It was a huge middle school, and according to schedule I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry. “Thanks Mr. Hooves. I Have it from here.” I said moving towards the class. Apparently I have him after lunch.
First Period…
Language Arts. I burst into the class as the bell ringed signaling tardiness. A lot of the kids were staring at me.
“Ahh… Powder is it. I need you to introduce yourself to the class.” She said as I was so close to sitting on the chair. So instead I dropped off my things, and moved to the front of the class.
“My name is powder. I am 5 years old,” I started as the class gasped, “ I have no parents, I have a disease called albinism that makes the pigments of my skin appear very vibrant white, my mane and tail a potent blond, and my eyes red.” I said, taking off my glasses. That was followed by an oh.
“Are you batpony?” Asked a colt in the back of the class. Class laughed.
I did what I did best and I cracked a joke. “You mean a loner in a costume nah. I think myself a little higher on a totem pole about high enough to tell you your I.Q points are higher than looks and that saying something that your I.Q score read zero.” I retaliated with that and the kid fell silent as the class and teacher laughed. That’s when I noticed a slight glow towards my back area, so did everyone else. As my cutie mark started materializing. It was a comedy mask on the front of a shield. The class fell silent. So did I.
“Congrats kid you got your cutie mark” said the Teacher as the class applauded. The kid who made the quip silently said your dead.
‘Ah buck’ I thought as I recognized a similar coloration to Silver spoon, and I realized that Silver Spoon has an older brother. ‘Welcome to the big leagues kid,’ I thought as we went through the rest of class.