//------------------------------// // Fresh Start // Story: The Formative Years // by Lonepone //------------------------------// And here it is, room 216, the drums room. I walk in on a full classroom. "Look who decided to show up, our celebrity student" says the teacher menacingly. She's an older mare, probably ten years older then dad. "You missed roll call" "You missed me? How sweet" I say. "As if. I was just about to get class started when you rudely budged in. Now, sit, unless you want detention" I back off slightly, and take a seat in the back. "No no no, I think the seats up here in the front are much more comftorable, Vinyl" "Nah, this one is much better then the ones up there, I think" I say. "Vinyl. Front seat. Now!" She shouts the last word. "Whatever you say, teach" I pick my bag up and sit in the front row. "Now, as I was saying before we where do rudely interrupted, is that for the first day I give out a 100 question pop quiz" The entire class collectively groans. The teacher walks around, handing out one test to each student. My guess is that this is a full class, about 25 other ponies. Eventually she reaches my desk, ad hands me my test. "Now, lets see if there's any brains behind that famous face, or if that's all you are" she says. I look down at my test, and I realize just how out if my depth I am. I never even touched an instrument in school, and here I am, hoping to be some huge, bad ass DJ? I take a quick look around me, looking for someone to leach off. Found one better. There's Hard Sound, sitting one seat in front of me to the left. I slowly start copying his answers. It's the end of the class period, and we give our tests back to the teacher. I walk out the hall, and try and catch up with Hard Sound. No luck though. I walk back to my dorm, when I realize how much of an idiot I am. "Idiot!" I shout at myself, and then laugh. I walk back out into the hall, and go one door down. And the door is unlocked. I walk in, not knowing if Sound is here. "Hello gorgeous" somepony says from right behind me. I slowly turn around, and look at Hard Sound. "Hello handsome" I say. "Your either buttering me up, or your just really desperate. Which one?" "Neither. Came here to say thanks, and if there's anything you need, ask" "And why are you thanking me? This isn't an everyday occurrence, normally all I do is piss ponies off" he says with a smile. "That test in drums. I had no clue about any of it, so I stole your answers" "Ah, wonderful! I have a student" "Nah, you got a friend you unknowingly helped" "So, as it turns out, I do need your help. I got a job for you" This grabs my attention. "Details. Now" "I got a party going on Friday night, but my DJ can't make it. Any good? Set will be provided" "You bet your wings I'm in. What time shouget be there?" "Get here at around 7, and maybe we'll have some time for the pre party. And as for your payment" "What?" "You can take the set home. I'll help you carry it, but"- I cut him off. "THANK YOU! Oh my god thank you! All of the mixes I've done online used a virtual set on my laptop, but now I got a real one! Thanks!" "Hehehe. Glad to see your excited. So yeah, I'll help you carry it, but see if your friend can help" "My friend?" "Yeah, your room mate, that earth pony" "Not my friend. She's a she-demon I have the bad luck to be trapped with" maybe that's a little bit of a stretch, but I don't think so. "That bad? Well, I'll get one of my guys to help" "Sweet. See you Friday night" "See ya" I walk out of his dorm, and go back to mine. I grab a sandwich out of the fridge, and start munching on it, absent mindedly staring off into space. And space is staring back. "AGH! What the hell, Octavia?!" "So your back" "Nope. What you see is a halographic representation of me" she gives me a look. "Yes, it's me" "Well, I would like to sincerely apologize for the way I conducted my self this morning. It was explicitly rude of me" Damn, is she trapped in the Middle Ages? "So your saying sorry?" "Yes. I regret how I acted. I was shocked by how you acted, as no one has ever shown any interest in me before other then when they need help with something" she looks as if she said to much. "I was simply not expecting your behavior, and I reacted without thinking" "But isn't that what makes life fun?" "But I was rude and impolite" "Forget about it" I know I won't. "So could we start over?" "Yeah, I guess. A few ground rules if your living with me though. Fridge must have food, Xbox must have power, and don't tell me what to do. Deal?" I hold out my hoof. "I suppose that is a reasonable request. All I ask of you is that you don't touch my cello" we shake hoofes. I go back to eating my sandwich. "So what is your family like?" Octavia asks me. "Listen, Octavia. We're not friends, and we don't have to be. And unless you enjoy Dubtrot and clubbing, it will be almost impossible for us to be friends. Lets just keep a respectful distance" "Alright. I agree, it would be rather difficult to maintain a healthy friendship when our likes and personalitys vary so much from each other" she walks out the front door, leaving me with my sandwich. "Dude, her English is so wierd, it sounds so old fashioned" I tell my sandwich.