//------------------------------// // Late registration // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------// <<>> I was sitting in the car with my seatbelt tied around me, leaning back into the cushion of the seat sluggishly.  I wasn’t bored or anything, I just felt anxious. I’m going to school for the first time as a female pony  and I’m guessing this will be a memorable event  for me. I can’t front, I am very nervous. I don’t know how to approach anybody in this state or gain the courage to speak up in class. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to concentrate in class like this! I just really hope KaiseShawn is with me. Experiencing this awkward trauma with a friend appeases me somewhat, but I’m not sure if KaiseShawn is gonna even show up. I know he said he would, but according to KaiseShawn, we turned to ponies the same exact time. That worries me greatly because I just started the menstruation cycle today, and that means KaiseShawn is prone to experience it also.  KaiseShawn probably suffered more shock then me and didn’t even go today. Look, KaiseShawn is a pretty tough little man, but he didn’t have a chip on his shoulder. If I wasn’t planning to mail something in, I would have been like “screw this” and stayed home. Oh well, if he doesn’t, I still have other people in my clique to comfort me.  But, KaiseShawn is still able to sympathize with me the most… These are a modicum amount of things I was perturbed about, but thanks to the jazzy radio station Mom put on, I feel slightly relieved. I feel so relieved that I was slouching on the chair and my thoughts were empty, but now I’m starting to think about it again. Grr! I growled out loud by accident. My eyes widened as I used my hooves to cover up my mouth. I need to be more careful.  I didn’t gain any looks from the front of the car, which contained Mom and Katie. Looks like they didn’t hear me. I sighed wistfully as the classical jazz entered my ears, giving me a cold sensation in my brain. This was nice music. I need a break from music with negative lyrics once in a while *cough rap and death metal.* It’s so serene and nice, but it’s not like I have a problem with songs like that.  I need my fix of fight music when I feel ruthless and aggressive. “Hey Mom,” I called out. “Yes sweetie?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the road. It’s admirable that she is such a diligent driver. Only if Dad was like that, heh. I still can’t believe we almost crashed yesterday. “What’s the name of this station?” I asked. I saw Mom’s shoulder jerk up. “I don’t really know. “ Doesn’t know but is listening to it anyways. Seems legit. There is something called shuffling you know. There is something called an interface. You know, an interface where you could see what station you are on. Check mate. “Yeah, okay…” I couldn’t get a full sight on Mom’s face, but I could tell her eyebrows contracted from the mirror view. “Shawn, what’s the matter?” This time, my eyebrows contracted. “What do you mean? Nothing is wrong.” I lied. I hope nothing is wrong though and it’s just me overreacting again. There possibly can’t be anything threatening about kids in a school, but how about if I am sent home? Don’t worry about that. Worry about the awkwardness of going to the girls bathroom, especially when everyone knows  it’s you. I don’t even use my school bathroom. I saw a possum in there one time. Shit k.o.’ed me for life, bruh. Damn. “Shawn honey, I could see right through you,” Mom muttered. “Really? Last time I checked, humans don’t have x-ray vision,” I joked. You might think this is an inappropriate time to joke, but it’s not because depressed people don’t have the energy to joke around. Before Mom could speak up, Katie broke in. “She means she could tell something is eating you up because you’re not talking and you  look very depressed.” The funny part is Mom probably wouldn’t have said all of that. She is still wrong, I’m not depressed, just nervous. I deadpanned. “That’s a very obtuse assumption. I’m depressed cause I don’t want to talk? Also, I’m a lazy bum, I always sit like this…” “Shawn, we know something is making you sad. Might as well just get it off your chest.”  “No, you’re wrong. I’m not sad and nothing is eating me up, I’m just… nervous about going to school like… this,” I whispered faintly while averting my eyes  from the mirror’s sight. “Why? No one is gonna mess with you,” Mom reassured. I shook my head vehemently. “No! It’s not that, it’s just  that I’m a pony now and I will get a lot of looks. I mean, I don’t think that anyone else besides me is a pony…” Excluding KaiseShawn and Jessica, but I doubt they are gonna come. Especially Jessica, since she hasn’t gone since Wednesday. “Plus, even though taunting doesn’t really affect me, you’re wrong. I heard Katie snort. “People are gonna look, Shawn. It’s nothing you can control, so don’t get worked up about it. Be brave about it.” I frowned. “You know, I’m getting type tired of you lecturing me about everything. You have a higher amount of compassion than the normal human being, but you aren’t going through the adversity of a transformation. I am so I think telling me to be ‘brave’ isn’t really a good tip of advice.” Katie mumbled under her breath and crossed her arms. Oh great, now I made her angry. “Look, this is something you guys can’t help with.  You’re right Katie, I do need to be brave, but you telling me to be ‘brave’ isn’t helping, but is pissing me.  Just don’t worry about me, okay?” Mom sighed. “Shawn, we are just trying to help. If you’re worried about someone bothering you, just tell the principal.” My right eye twitched.  “I appreciate your concern, Mom, but I don’t snitch for dumb reasons like that.   I’m fine, honestly,” I crossed my hindlegs while I started to think of a way to explain how I feel. “Like, it’s one of those feeling when you’re eager to tackle something, but you’re aware of the possible consequences. It sounds dumb, but it’s an authentic description of how I feel. ” Mom eyes batted her shut for a split second.  “I understand you, Shawn. My advice is to not think about it.” “I could try, Mom. I could try… I just need some time to-” Suddenly, the radio switched to another track. The moment the strings of the cello hit my ears, I lounged back into the seat, letting my legs rest on the floor. Okay, maybe not thinking is a good idea. “Hey Mom, can you turn it up louder?” “No. I’m driving and I don’t want to be distracted,” She answered sternly. Yep. Diligent. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The rest of the drive was quiet and jazzy. And… um, that’s all I can really say about the rest of the ride. It was only like 4 minutes left, you can’t really fit that much drama in that amount of time. But then again, I had a dramatic conversation that lasted for one or two minutes. Man, if you could fit a horse’s hoof in someone’s mouth, then you could apparently fit stuff anywhere you track. The most unforgettable part is the way it started. I would seem paradoxical getting scared about how people will react to me.  The funny part is that I am not fussing over that, but a completely different reason. I still don’t obsess about what anyone says, even impertinent kids in high school.  But what someone does scares me, not what they say. Mom, Katie, and I were standing in front of the most dreaded place on a kid’s “most dreaded” list: High school.  In front of us were white steppe-like stairs that led to the front entrance of the school. The stairs looked muddled at the moment. I see freaking chip bags, broken pencils, and soft drink bottles cluttered all over half of the steps. Man, does the janitor of the school even check outside or what? No wonder janitors get limited cash: They neglect their job and only come through when it’s an important and decisive event, like open house. Instead of a janitor, they feel like prostitutes. Only culling to their job when there are special guests is too obvious. And why am I ranting about a school staff’s lack of fidelity?  Why am I thinking about why the school steps are dirty? What makes it more heinous is the fact that I have to beat the late bell and I’m thinking bout this! I frowned and started to hurry towards the steps.  “Wait Shawn!” I hear Mom call out. I stopped promptly and turned my head around, scowling at her. “We don’t have time! I don’t want to be late!” Katie returned her own scowl. “You have to go to the office anyways.” I gritted my teeth and turned back to the school. If I do get detention, oh well. I really hope I get sent home if I do though. Besides, I probably missed the late bell anyways. Forget it, I’m just gonna accept whatever happens to me in the future. “I’m just reminding you that you forgot your bag,” Mom said, holding the white bag directly in front of her. Maybe that’s why my neck felt so light. I sighed.“Thanks Mom. Let’s get this over with already…” Mom approached me and wrapped the bag around my neck the way I originally placed it. The moment she did that, my shoulders felt severely heavier than a few seconds ago, but it was still light work considering I’m an earth pony. I began to walk up the large steps gradually, making sure I don’t step in any gum or piss because there is a bunch of the stuff that has been littered on here I bet. “These steps are messy…” I heard Mom mutter to herself. That’s why I told you to not dress like you’re going to dinner with Bill Gates. After eventually reaching the top platform of the steps, I took a deep breath and stared at the doors.  On the doors was a logo of a badger and beneath was small print that read “Welcome to **** high school.” I could practically see the frown on my face as my jaw tightened and started to feel numb, My hoof finally reached out and connected with the door’s handle. Lucky it’s a push open door.  All I have to do is push it open and enter. Even though my hooves are magical, they still are frisky. Like, my hooves are limited to doing some things. For example, I couldn’t open the zipper on the bag Katie gave me. Why? Because fingers are apparently required, but that is irrational because I could move the knob on a sink!  Let me reiterate: I am a pony but still can’t understand my hooves. After opening the door, I recognized another door in my direction; however, this door required pulling. I never used my hooves on this type of door before, so I’m not sure if I could even open the door. I shrugged and attempted to open it, but I was beat by a hand reaching out in front of me. I grunted. Once again, thinking got me slowed down.  When the door opened, I marched in quickly, but slowed down as the familiar scent of books and gym socks entered my nostrils. Oh yeah, there is also a hint of strong perfume. Hey, it beats stank feet spreading through the halls. As for my vision, there weren’t many kids to my surprise. There were about five kids that walked past me, but they probably didn’t notice me since I’m next to the main entrance. As for the school itself, the setting was typical. The floor was a brownish white while the walls were completely white.  There was a gym on the other end of the school, with a large desk directly in front of it. I never knew the significance of that desk, but I guess it’s used as decor. Once again, I inhaled and exhaled. Okay Shawn, you could do this! Remember, approach your worries with the intention of crushing it. The only plausible way for that to happen is to acknowledge it. “Where do we go again?” Mom asked. “Just make a turn and we are at the office. It’s simple.” I saw Mom nod from the corner of my eyes. “I almost forgot. Alright, come on.” Katie took the lead and walked down the hall. Mom and I followed leisurely, but I should probably walk quicker so I can speed everything up. After turning, I finally made eye contact with a kid, no, three kids.  They were chatting in front of the office but froze instantly as I appeared. There were two girls and one boy, and they all appeared to be sophomores.  I recognized them immediately and smiled slightly at the familiar faces. “What’s up, guys?” All of their mouths widened in shock. “Do we know you?” One of them asked. “It’s me, Shawn,” I replied casually.  As expected, all of them looked perplexed and glanced at each other. I chuckled, “I know it’s confusing and I would love to explain more, but I gotta be somewhere.” I turned around and started to walk to the office. The priceless expressions of those three kids will always be in my metaphysical photo album. ………………………………………………………………...................................................................................................... As I made my way into the office, I saw more familiar faces. Mostly teachers and staff members, with a couple of students included. Mom was standing in front of the office desk, talking to one of the receptionists. I wonder where Katie disappeared to.  I swear I saw her walk into this office. I just want to get this whole identification thing over so I can go to Ms. Levy's office. Yeah, you see, I have a special bond with her. I get more privileges than anybody in my school, and you know what is one of them? I get to send the president a letter! Yeah, this is the plan I drew out the whole time. Man, it’s good being privileged because  I didn’t even have to kiss ass! It’s just because I’m a genius and my name is always visible on the honors roll! Okay, I’m bugging.  Everyone who got at least an 80 average every report year gets at least one letter to send to somebody who is considered inspirational. I still have one left, and I was actually gonna send a letter to Chris Hansen and tell him to grow up, because is fear of pedophiles is dumb. But, I was high when I thought about that, so yeah.   “Shawn?” a similar, but vague voice called out. I paused for a second, but turned around anyways. My eyes reamed as an unknown unicorn graced my eyes. It was a mare with a white coat and violet mane. The mare’s  blue eyes complimented her coat nicely, while  the tail shared the same color as the mane, albeit it had a silver streak in it.   I have mixed feelings right now to be honest.  I don’t know what shocked me more: the fact that there is another pony in the room or the fact that that pony knows my name! Okay, let me do the math: I provided KaiseShawn with an accurate description of how I looked, and an unknown mare immediately recognized me. Take a hint, dude. It’s obvious that is your friend. So that pony is KaiseShawn. Maybe that’s why the voice sounded like KaiseShawn’s void of static.  Derp, I’m a retard. I clenched my teeth nervously. “KaiseShawn? Is that really you?” The pony nodded. “You already know, cuz.” “Wow…”I said in astonishment, lost for words. I glanced at the red cremated floors for a second, pondering what to say.  I really don’t know what to say.  Is this the part where I talk about my day or ask how has he been coping? Is this the part where I ask him did he menstruate just like me? I don’t know, man, I just was unprepared for this interaction.  Wait, what is KaiseShawn doing sitting in the office? "Um, why are you sitting here, KaiseShawn?” I asked as my voice cracked a little during delivery. KaiseShawn scowled. “I was waiting for you that’s why! I could have been left if I wanted to.” I cringed. I don't know how long he waited, but the dude is a very patient pony. I hate waiting on dudes, and I would totally dip. No, I don't care if they turned into a mare. “Why?” “Because I’m a pony and I can’t go to class,” he said with a shrug. “Isn’t that bullshit? I came all the way here for nothing!” Before I even asked what he meant by he can’t go to  class, another question sparked in my mind. “What, you came to school by yourself?” “Mmm hmm,” KaiseShawn hummed.  “Took the bus. Even though people was looking at me, I still preferred to go there instead of being hackled by that ol skunk of a ‘mom’.” Sounds remotely correct. People putting their nose in other people’s business and KaiseShawn’s never ending feud with his  Step Mom. “Of course,” I muttered dryly. “But all seriousness though, why can’t you go to class? Just because you turned to a pony doesn’t mean-“  “Shawn, come here,” I heard Mom call out. I sighed. “I’ll be right back.” I walked towards the receptionist’s desk where Mom stood. Man, I’m probably going to have to get on two feet to make eye contact with the person behind the desk.  When I reached the desk, as expected, I needed to revert to my familiar bi-pedal stance. I grunted and pushed myself onto my hind legs. “Good morning,” I greeted as I saw the assistant principal for the first time of day. Her eyes flicked the moment I appeared. Nevertheless, she sighed and put on a professional face as soon as possible. “Hello, Shawn.  How are you doing?” “I wish I could answer that. I’m pretty conflicted,” I replied frankly. I lost so many things this week and am currently debating should I lose the relationship with my girlfriend. I don’t want to, but my female brain is being thirsty.  And male brain is a being a buffoon, so it’s hard to take him seriously. Remember who is the one that helped you during Saturday! But why am I still worrying? You couldn’t slake my expectations. Sorry.  “How long were you a pony?” she asked. “Saturday to be precise. I woke up with hooves, a mane, etc…” I listed unceremoniously. You forgot to list your new equipment. You forgot to shut the hell up. That would be nice. I’ve been through hell, so shutting it up would work! … You’re a clown. “And, you’re not a boy anymore?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. Jeez, why is she asking so many questions? She isn’t even writing them down on a note pad! Oh well, I8 guess it’s better to cooperate than be rude and keep everything classified. “I actually had to check to make sure. I guess I’m not. It wasn’t that hard to figure out, heh,” I responded lightly with a joke, putting extra emphasis on hard. “This is troubling…” I heard her mumble under her breath. It was slightly obscured, but clear enough. She sighed. “You see, now that your son, er, daughter? What do you prefer?” I hope that question was directed to me. I would say ‘son’ since it’s more natural to me. Since she is asking Mom, I know what option she chooses. “Daughter,” Mom replied firmly. The lady gave mom a wry look. Mom put her hands up defensively. “Hey, you can’t hide the truth, can you? Calling Shawn my son is like calling me a man. It will be weird.”  I rolled my eyes. God, I’m a trending topic these days, huh? The assistant principal nodded. “Very true.  I’m sorry to say this, but ponies aren’t permitted to go to school.” Mom frowned. “Why can’t they go to school? They are still kids and have every right to go to school!” She sighed. “Sorry, but it’s the state orders. Yes, the ponies were humans before, but they are biologically animals. School isn’t a correct environment for them.” My right eye squirmed in annoyance. The more I am referred to as ‘them’ the more I get pissed. The school is actually alienating us? I can’t believe it, but they are taking this pony stuff more literal then I thought was possible. You know, I bet if this was private school they would still accept me. Wait, that wasn’t clever. No, private school isn’t even managed by the state. I’m still correct though.  “Wait wait, hold up,” I drawled vicariously while shutting my eyes.  ”We are just gonna act like everyone who transformed wasn’t a sapient creature?” “We are quite aware you are sapient. However, you aren’t qualified to go to school for the same reason any other species aren’t required: You’re not human,” she replied.  “The problem is other animals aren’t sapient.” I retorted “How would you know? It’s not like you can read what animals are thinking. Man, they  are probably smarter than we are.” she shot back with a piercing glare. I rolled my eyes. Feeling defeated, I just huffed and reverted to four feet. Oh well, you can’t win them all. Guess I can’t go to school anymore. Yay! Wait, animals aren't sapient. They are sentient! This stupid chick is really going to have a debate with me about animals? Especially considering the fact that I learned this not too long ago and it's still fresh in my head! But I'm still not going to school. Yay!  “You’re right. But, were those animals humans before? No they weren’t,” Mom countered. The color partially drowned from my visage the moment Mom spoke up. I’m shocked  I didn’t think of saying anything like that, but I didn’t care to. I don’t care for school, but Mom however is persistent enough to actually continue debating whether my kind should be allowed in school. I hope she doesn’t change anyone’s mind. I wouldn’t dwell on it. She isn’t a part of the state after all. That’s true. Ms.Walkings narrowed her eyes at Mom. “It’s not about the past, it’s about the present. Your so-um, I mean your daughter is not eligible for school. And no, we’re only concentrating on her physical appearance, so the mentality isn’t relevant.” I pursed my lips and glanced at KaiseShawn. I tugged on the bottom of Mom’s dress. “It’s okay Mom, let’s just leave it.” Mom put her hands on her hips while ignoring me. “I don’t understand why you guys have to do this. They are still children for Christ sakes!” “Yes, but once again, this is the state’s orders. You have to voice your problems to them. I’m sorry, Ma’am.” Mom rolled her eyes. “Fine, C’mon Shawn, let’s go.” I wanted to grin because Mom finally dropped the case, but I’m gonna have to pick up my case and show it to her. I actually have to do something before I leave, and I would much rather leave with KaiseShawn. We got a lot to talk about. “Mom, you go on home. I’ll leave later.” Mom raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” I pointed towards the white pony behind Mom. KaiseShawn was chatting with a few other students, who I didn’t recognize when I entered the office. “Mom, that pony is KaiseShawn,” Mom stared absently at the picture I showed her. Either she must not have known there was another pony here, or maybe she is shocked on the way KaiseShawn is sitting.  “I want to go home with KaiseShawn, okay?” “Um… you sure?” Mom said hesitantly. “Yeah Mom, I’m sure. Just go home, okay? I’ll be home later.” “I don’t know. I don’t trust you out here on these streets.” I rolled my eyes. “Mom, please, I’m grown. I know how to- wait, back up!” My outburst caused Mom to flinch back slightly. My outburst wasn’t triggered by anger, but I just can’t help but notice I go through this scenario everytime we talk. “How many times will we have this conversation? Everytime you leave me alone in public we have this convo.” Mom blinked. “You’re right, Shawn. This is redundant I guess. “ I smiled. “Indeed. Even you are tired of repeating yourself.” Mom opened her mouth for a second, but then nodded. “Okay honey, just be safe.” “I will Mom,” I assured her. She bent over and kissed me on the cheek.  I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed that she kissed me in front of everyone, but I don’t have a problem getting shown love everywhere I go.   “I love you, Shawn.” “Love you too, Mom.” After that statement, Mom began to walk out the room. I rubbed the cheek she kissed me on and sighed. Maybe my decision to go with Kaise might back fire, but who knows? Moms stopped to talk to KaiseShawn for a second, but I didn’t bother eavesdropping. Instead, I got back on my hindlegs and returned to serious business. I grabbed the desk to support my leverage while frowning. “Ms.Walkings…” “Sir,” she responded with apathy.  “Or should I say ‘Ma’am?’” I grimaced. “Haha, very funny. But, I’m not here to hear any jokes at my expense.” “So, please let me hear why you are here?” “I want to hear you give me the information that Ms.Leevy is indeed here.” “Why do you want to hear if she is here?” she asked in a sarcastic tone. My face dropped. You know, I never liked snarkers. In fact, no one likes snarkers. Maybe that’s why people hate being around you, the snarking queen. Queen? C’mon shun… I shook my head as my face defiled. “Okay, stop mocking me. Anyways, is she?”  “She isn’t here today.” I felt my chest tighten at the adverse news. I down casted my eyes towards the ground as I started to recap my day. Kay, I go to school to be told that I can’t go to class and that Ms.Leevy is absent. The person who I needed to send the letter to me!  Okay, I have one word: Fuck the world. That’s three words. “I have one phrase.” There, are you happy now, cracker jack? I grunted. “Never mind…” “Why did you need to see her?” Ms.Walkings questioned tenaciously. “Let’s just say that… I needed to request something. Something important…” The only response she had was a bemused frown. That’s cool, I love leaving caustic  people stunned. Not so sardonic when you can’t understand, huh? “Well, I’m sorry. Maybe you can come back another day?” My eyes bolted open. “That reminds me… can I just say goodbye to my friends in class?” “Why? You guys see each other every day  on instagram. ” She said while rolling her eyes. “Me? I don’t use instagram. I use facebook though.” “Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Iphone; it doesn’t mean a difference.” I frowned. Once again, she is beating me up with her logic. Actually, not really, I agree that social networking is too similar to one and another these days. Expect an Iphone isn’t a social networking site, but I know what she was trying to say. “Please Ms.Walkings?” I implored. She sighed. “Fine. You can go, because it’s not like this school enforces rules anyways. Look at all these kids down here,” she pointed towards the kids chatting with KaiseShawn. “Class started also. Do you think anyone here gives a damn?” I blinked. “Well, I guess you don’t give a damn since you’re not even doing anything.” She put a hand to her chin and rubbed it quizzically. “I guess you’re right. But, now that I’m aware, I guess I can’t let you talk to your classmates until their lunch period arrives.” I dead panned.  Well, I screwed that up myself. No one to blame except my radical mouth, which is actually an idiot that doesn’t believe in the word ‘opportunity’. “Never mind!” I removed my hooves from the surface of the office desk while I lapsed on all fours. I walked towards the chair that KaiseShawn was sitting in. I didn’t see Mom anymore, so it seemed she left.   I tried to ignore the kids around me as I approached the white pony. “KaiseShawn?” KaiseShawn raised an eyebrow. “What up?” I blinked at the  sound of KaiseShawn’s new voice.   While it is high pitched, it still sounds like KaiseShawn slightly. Not really, but I could hear a hint of it, and I could say KaiseShawn’s voice is better than mine is. I’m not as embarrassed by my voice anymore like day one, but I’m still not really used to it.   I rubbed my face as I thought of the way to verbalize my thoughts. “When do you want to leave?” “Eh, soon. You just have to wait, just like you had me wait. “ “Who is that?” One of the kids asked. I seen the kid before, but I don’t know him like that. Must be a freshman or something, because freshman don’t get the same lunch periods as the other kids anymore. “It’s me, Shawn,” I said while my eyes were flying across the faces of the two other kids. Heh, I know them a little better. In fact, one of them is on the team! “What up, guys?” They all became silent of a second. My fellow teammate and classmate Jermaine scratched his head. “Wait, that’s really you, Shawn?” “Yeah. It is me, no phony.” “Why do you and KaiseShawn sound like girls for?” The third kid finally asked. I blushed at the question. Man, are people that oblivious or what? I’m sure there are a bunch of mlp commercials on tv, and it’s pretty prim and obvious that we look like the ones with female voices.  “That’s cause we are now, dude.” He blinked. “Dead ass?” “Nah man. It’s true,” KaiseShawn confirmed offhandedly while leaning back into the chair. “And we would not like to talk about it right now…So, don’t even bring it up, ight?” I said sweetly.   They all exchanged looks with each other. The third one, whose name is Charles, stared at us apprehensively. “You guys aren’t… shook about this?” I scowled. “What did I say about we would not like to talk about it?” “And you three have detention!” Ms.Walkings called out. I twisted my neck around and grimaced. Where did she pop up from? Jermaine frowned and threw his hands up defensively. “What? What we do?” “7 minutes passed class time and here you guys are chatting. Do I have to explain more?” she replied while she continued typing on her computer. The freshman gasped. “Yo Ms.Walkings, you can’t do that! We ain’t even know! The bell didn’t ring.” “Perhaps, but the principal never got to fixing it. And you all have phones, so maybe you should have an alarm? Or, you  prolly should have been in class,” she countered in a tone that suggested she was reading off a list. You know, I can’t tell is she is serious or joking, but she is funny. “Don’t hate me, hate the rules. Detention is dumb in my opinion, but oh well. Ya’ll don’t care anyway, huh?” “You guys are tight,” KaiseShawn instigated. They all sighed and walked out the office.   That was a quick conversation; too quick in my opinion.  I looked at KaiseShawn. “So, maybe we should leave now?” “Already? We aren’t going to tell anybody on the team?” “There is facebook… “I muttered.” Plus, we can talk to them on the weekends.” KaiseShawn rolled his eyes and got off the seat. “Why do you want to leave so badly?” “I had such a bad morning, man. I don’t want to sit in school where everyone will  keep asking me personal questions,” I replied to the mare. While I was observing KaiseShawn, I noticed his shoulders were equal to the height of mine. Judging from the shoulders, it looks like we are both the same height, which means I'm not shorter than normal. Yes! I knew KaiseShawn couldn’t  be taller than me since he was always small. I was like 5 inches taller than he was.  Hey, as long as he ain’t taller than me I’m cool. KaiseShawn blinked. “Okay… can we just give daps to everyone one last time?” I frowned. “We can’t, class just started.” “Do you honestly think the teachers care at this point? C’mon, shun,” KaiseShawn said in a derisive tone while shaking his head. “Right now, they just want the paper.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. By the time KaiseShawn and I gave our salutations to every class, first period ended, meaning it is about 9 something  o’clock. Man, this would be the opportune time to talk to everybody, but they still would have time constraints so it defeats the purpose.  KaiseShawn and I were walking towards the bus stop, debating which house we were going to. “Are you going home or coming to my house?” KaiseShawn asked. I shrugged. “I don't really know. I want to go home, but I want to talk to you for awhile.” KaiseShawn raised an eyebrow. “Well, who needs choosing? I'll just go to your house!” Suddenly, the images of my bedsheets being covered with blood filled my mind. I shivered slightly. Erm, yeah, I’m not sure inviting company to a room like that is normal.  Not unless someone cleaned the bed for me, but I doubt it. “No, we can't go to my house. Let's just go to yours.” KaiseShawn raised an eyebrow? “Why?” “Uh, you s-see,” I stuttered. S-s-s top- s-s-stuttering. “Did you bleed today?” He  shook his head. “Nah, why would I bleed? It's not like I was wearing a chopper on my neck.” My tail flicked. “No, I mean, did you... menstruate?” We stopped walking as we came across a street full of cars with a stop light included. KaiseShawn gave me a disgusted look. “Eww, hell no. Did you?” Well, looks like I'm alone in the red seas. I nodded. “Um...yeah. I thought you would also since we turned to a pony the same day...”  “No, I didn't. And if you really did, I'm surprised you came to school.” As the cars came to a prompt stop, we both began to continue traveling. “I had to do something today. I'm sorry I brought you today for nothing, but I didn't know they wouldn't let us in school.  I was planning for us to actually meet in the lunchroom...” “Pfft, it's good man. Don't apologize, but seriously, what was so important that made you want to come anyways? How did you deal with the bleeding? Tampon? Ipad?” I frowned at the sudden eruption of questions. “To answer your first question, I was gonna send Obama a letter. Secondly, I used a pad... and what the hell does ipads have to do with anything?”  My eyes bolted open  once I realized what KaiseShawn was trying to say. I sighed as my gait became more rigid. “You’re not funny. My iphone doesn’t even work, so I want nothing to do with Ipad’s.” “If you can’t get your phone working, then how can you get your pad working? You must be redder than barbeque chicken,” KaiseShawn said a little too loud. I growled. “Why are you so loud and ignorant? We don't need to attract any more attention than we already have...” KaiseShawn sighed. “Whatever. You’re sooo boring sometimes.” “I’m not boring.” “You really are…” “Sure...” I sneered in a sarcastic tone. “And now you’re talking in that boring voice. Act your age, dunny.”   KaiseShawn said while leaning on me. “Oh, shut up.” I shoved him off my body. I squinted my eyes to see if we were getting close to the bus stop. My vision was on sight as I saw the bus sign  directly two and ½ blocks in front of us.  I actually love how my big gremlin eyes enhanced my vision. The stop light switched to the pedestrian sign and we began to cross the roads once again. “Soo,” KaiseShawn started. “What did you do when you found out you were on your period?”  “Why do you care?” I flipped my head away to try and hide my blush. “Because... I just do!” KaiseShawn replied flippantly. “I freaked out,” I said simply. “I actually cried for a little while, but I got my shit together and went to the bathroom.” “Damn.” “Word. I didn't even knew ponies could get periods!” KaiseShawn deadpanned. “Wasn't it called estfqus or something?” “Estrus,” I corrected.  I chuckled slightly at KaiseShawn's blundering of the word's pronunciation. “Anyways, it was totally unexpected. I don't know how that was possible, but I don't care. We are ponies  from a cartoon; logic was killed since the first transformation. KaiseShawn's left eye twitched. “Females really have it bad...” “Tell me about it... I muttered. “I now have more sympathy for them now that I experienced the hardest part of their life.”  “So do I. Some of are still hoes for the sakes of being one though. I hate when a girl is acting bitchy towards me, even if they aren't on their period." I smirked at the unicorn, trying to hold back a snicker. “Heh, whatever. I’m just glad your personality didn’t change.” KaiseShawn perused me. “Why would I?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just probably thought that you wouldn’t be so biased against females anymore, especially since you are a girl now.” KaiseShawn shook his head. “Nah man. Hulk Hogan’s daughter hates women, so why the hell should I respect them all of the sudden?” “True,” I whispered meekly while my eyes were darting across the numerous women walking by us.  Luckily none of them were paying any attention to us. I sighed. “So, do you hate yourself?” “No, I love myself. In fact, I might like being a girl. Now I can hit all these bitches I couldn’t hit before.” KaiseShawn grinned. “How about your step Mom?” “Nah, I’m still scared of my Dad.” We stopped talking as we started to cross the road. We didn’t have the signal anymore, but the cars knew to stop. Still, everyone has so much patient, so we crossed the street with the quickest speed we could manage while walking.   After we crossed, KaiseShawn bumped my shoulder. “Why were you gonna send Obama a letter?” I glared at KaiseShawn. “Are you serious? The dude went from pony genocide to blood test to vaccine to mandatory shot to we can't go to school anymore to-” “Chill the fuck out, dude,” KaiseShawn said while knocking me in the head softly. I rubbed my head and whimpered. “My fault. But honestly, I'm surprised no one rebelled yet. The guy has been dodging more bullets then the agents of the fucking matrix.” KaiseShawn blinked. “God damn.” “Yeah.” “So, Anthony Weiner was getting shit just because he was texting estrogen, while this fool is hiding important shit? He isn’t getting any shit for it either! Wow.” KaiseShawn scoffed in disbelief. “Nah, he was getting backlash from it. But, he hasn’t really took anyone’s words into consideration. I’m surprised he wasn’t kicked out the office.” “Fuck that, I thought they would pull a Gaddafi and kill him.” The white pony glared at me impishly. “We should do that. Man, let’s go to Washington D.C. and stick a bayonet up his ass.” I shot him a bewildered look. “Dude…” “Just joking. See, you’re such an old person!” KaiseShawn laughed while leaning on me again. My cheeks flushed as I pulled from KaiseShawn again. “Stop leaning on me. You retarded or something?” We came to a full stop as we reached our destination.  I walked over to the schedule and checked to see when the next bus arrives. Let's see, second period just started so it should be around 9 something o'clock. If the next bus arrives at 9:49, then we might have to wait for a while, but it shouldn't be too excessive. My eyes targeted the am section of the schedule. I sighed in relief as I realized the next bus was at 9:42.   This either means we don't have to wait for a minute or that the bus passed. While I opened my mouth, cool air entered my mouth. The air tasted clean and fresh, however, the oxygen from my lungs became visible during my sigh. I am once again reminded of how nice the weather is today.  “Yo KaiseShawn, you have the time?” KaiseShawn nodded. “Yeah, I do.” “Watch?” “No, phone.” I gave her a suspicious look.  Wait, I mean ‘him’.  Matter of fact, screw it. I’m just gonna say ‘she’.  “What do you mean 'phone'? You aren't wearing a bag...” KaiseShawn waved a hoof in dismissal.  “Psh, I use my fur to hold my stuff.” I blinked bemusedly. “Elaborate.” KaiseShawn rolled her eyes. “Hello, I use a rubber band?” KaiseShawn body took a 180 spin. “Try and smooth it out and you will see a phone.” I put my hoof in the air hesitantly, thinking KaiseShawn is just fronting, but the pony might be up to something. I swiped my hoof across KaiseShawn's fur and sighted KaiseShawn's phone. Holy crap, she is right. I smirked. “Who told you about this trick?” KaiseShawn frowned. “Sub?” I shook my head. “No, I'm just saying, this is kinda pioneering, and I never thought about it...” “Implying you know everything,” KaiseShawn giggled. “I was just messing around with rubber bands and this thought came up in my mind. It hit me like a pimple I wanted to pop. “ I deadpanned. “You clever, clever, boy-turned mare.” That reminds me. “Um, are you okay with me referring to you as a mare or what?” KaiseShawn's narrowed her eyes at me for a second, but then smiled. “Sure, why not? Just don’t treat me like a bitch though.” I nodded but didn't look at KaiseShawn, too busy checking the time. It was 9:38, meaning the bus is due in four minutes. “Uh, okay.” I stated when I finally removed my hoof from KaiseShawn's fur. KaiseShawn gave me an eerie look. “Man, I don’t really care at the moment. As long as I don’t turn into my step Mom or regular Mom, then yeah.” I started to approach the curb of the street and scope for any upcoming buses. I squinted my eyes and so far, I see a bunch of varied cars speeding down the lane, but no truck or gigantic automobile came into view. I sighed and finally acknowledged KaiseShawn. “To be honest, KaiseShawn, I felt the same way. I actually cried this morning about it… but now I am feeling slightly better,” I whispered loud enough so only she could hear me. KaiseShawn eyes retreated from mine. “So… you guicci with me referring to you as-“ “Yeah, I am,” I broke in. “I need to adjust, and calling me a dude isn’t gonna help me-“ my sentence stopped brusquely as I saw a group of people eye-balling us. Those inquisitive, nosy, flabbergasted eyes are the things that make me dread my new pony form. I honestly can't walk anywhere or have a conversation without getting stared down by a weird stranger. Well, that ends today! I frowned. “Uh, can I help you?” A man from the crowd shifted his head left and right and placed a hand to his chest defensively. “Are you talking to me?” Oh, so now he is playing dumb? “No, I'm talking to your talking stomach,” I said condescendingly. “Yes I'm talking to you! Can't you see me looking at you?” I glanced at KaiseShawn and saw her frowning as well. He blinked. “Sorry, I'm just-” I interrupted him by mimicking his sentence in a fake Houston screw voice. “I don't care. It's rude to stare at strangers.  Didn’t you learn that as a kid?” His lips made a moue expression, but he didn’t respond. “Can't speak, huh? If you can't speak English language, then don't speak eye language! You want guerrilla warfare? Well I can go ape shit harder than anyone on the planet! Don’t get sent to the triage, biatch!” I snapped. I huffed and turned around, scraping the concrete below me aggressively. “Assholes…” I mumbled under my breath. Okay, I was being stared at incessantly yesterday, but I never spazzed out on anybody. Heck, I was aware of being started at the whole time whereas today I just figured out and flipped my ship automatically. Should I be worried or happy that I finally put the spectators in their place? I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around hastily. “What do you want, KaiseShawn?” KaiseShawn grinned brightly. “You just killed him.” I didn't respond but sighed and continued catechizing the road for any incoming buses. I'm actually not that ecstatic that I snapped at someone like that. There was more than one person, and hand-picking someone out like that isn't really my inclination.   I just couldn't control myself... “You know that was bad-ass though?”  “I guess...” I answered indifferently.  “No, don’t get reluctant, dunny.  You have to have some sort of pride in you.” “But... he wasn't the only person. I shouldn't have chosen him like that, and I still can't believe I did that.”  I grumbled. Hey, atleast you were aggressive. …You’re right brain. I still have a boy in my chest… yes! I’m not changing, so that’s great. “Let us be honest, be glad that the guy you said that to wasn’t going to retaliate. If that was me… oh… I would kick you in the stomach.” I  couldn't help but laugh at the scenario. Hey, if I’m still standing without being harmed, I can't help to agree with the statement.  In addition, I acted aggressive, so I guess it’s still two perks to this. “I guess.” Still, the thought of acting like that leaves a bad taste in my tongue. I don't want to be known as a grouch, I'm a pretty nice person. I would apologize, but I did stand behind everything I said. Hey, being nice doesn't necessarily mean you have to apologize when it isn't due, no? Nah bro. It’s called being a pussy. You’re not one, okay?  “Like, I wouldn’t let some horse call me out like that. That’s worse than a woman calling you out.” “Oh, really?” I asked.  “Hell yeah!” KaiseShawn erupted with alacrity.  “Like, I would tell the bitch to come to my house, and then I will beat her ass until she farts. “ I sighed and rolled my eyes. “No offense, but you are a poseur.” “How is that?” “You wouldn’t do that. Face it, you’re soft.” KaiseShawn deadpanned. “We’ll see… I just wish a slut would come to my face.” “You’re step Mom comes to your face and you never do anything,” I murmured. “Trust me, I would, but my Dad is her white knight. I don’t know why Dad is wasting his time on these hoes. Meanwhile I’m starving for food while he is starving for pussy. Man, the pizza delivery guy feeds me better than him!” “All women aren’t hoes, KaiseShawn,” I said. That’s a true story. I can name a bunch of women, but Mom and Katie come to mind the quickest. “All bitches is hoes. Even your stanking ass Mom.” I froze. I tossed my head away from KaiseShawn’s and pretended to not hear that, but my tingling skin didn’t help. Crap, I need to think of something to hide my humiliation.  I turned back to KaiseShawn as my mouth was fuming. “I would talk about your Mom, but you had so many different mothers during your life.” KaiseShawn deadpanned. “Touché.”  I poked my head out the street and nearly squealed. After seeing the bus’s signature light, I could change the topic easily.  “You have your card, KaiseShawn?” KaiseShawn nodded. “Yeah, but why?” “Bus is coming,” I said while walking closer to the street.  I twisted my neck towards the side of my bag and bit on the zipper while I held the bottom of the bag with my hooves. I then carefully pried the bag open by leaning my head forward. See, this is why my hooves are inconsistent: I can't open certain things nor use my phone. Great, that wastes more time of my day. I dug my hooves in my bag and rummaged through the all the books and material, trying to feel a thick wallet. After feeling was I was looking for, I carefully placed both hooves on it and pulled it out. I then spreaded the wallet out and bit my metro card, getting a firm grasp between my teeth and dropped the card on my shoulders. However, it slipped off my fur and dropped on the ground. I sighed and glared at KaiseShawn. She noticed my glare and cringed. “What?” “Well, I’m kinda struggling here with a card and all you are doing is standing over there  like a dummy,” I scoffed. KaiseShawn blinked.  “Well, I was gonna help, but you called me a dummy…so…” “KaiseShawn!” I growled crossly. My pathetic attempt at growling got KaiseShawn’s attention. “Look, stop acting like a brat and-“ Suddenly, a bus pulled up in front of us. The moment the bus stopped, the moment the doors opened. I was about to smile, until I realized the bus driver had a huge frown on his face. I quickly scanned the windows and noticed there weren’t any ponies occupying the bus.  “No animals allowed on the bus.” Give me a break. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………