In the dull grip of my classroom, I rubbed my face tiredly. My eyes, as blue-green as they could get, were now heavily brought down by black rings. I was absolutely drained from writing an essay for English that was assigned to me just yesterday. The essay, while not completely hard itself, was about the concept of “Trurl’s Machine” by Stanislaw Lem. I strongly recommend it if you haven’t already read it. However, I was too tired of upsetting stories, so I delved into my own writing. Stories upon stories I would write, all about fantasy adventures with numerous characters.
Where was I? Oh yes, I was in my classroom.
My teacher opened the door and was surprised to see me already here. “Salter,” he acknowledged with a grunt.
I nodded back, “Sir.” I wasn’t exactly talkative, although my friends would beg to differ. I just was socially awkward except when it came to a second level. There’s socially awkward, and then there’s just not caring. Most of the times, I would hit that second level. Mean names? Bah. Bullies? Pathetic. I wasn’t afraid of being teased. And when you hit that second level, when you’re ready to make an ass out of yourself just for kicks, you know you’ve achieved something great. Oh god, it’s a great feeling.
I hate those people who bully.
I despise them.
I detest them with all my heart.
It’s mostly a move of attention, to bully someone. I mean, who does that? I’ve felt pain before, but I stand tall. I stand absolutely tall and strong. Words are only powerful when used correctly, and the majority of the population of the world can’t even spew out a hateful sentence without overusing the word ‘fuck.’ But it still hurts...
I have got to stop thinking to myself so much.
My teacher shot me a raised eyebrow, “Are you alright, Salter?”
I waved off his curiosity. “Fine, sir,” I told him.
“Well, there are new students coming today,” he informed me. “Apparently recommended by the Queen of some unknown kingdom.”
Ah, time to make an ass out of myself.
With a glance towards the door, my teacher scowled, “And here they are now.”
In the door walked six beautiful girls. The first one had purple hair with a pink stripe, the second had bright blonde hair, the third had luscious purple hair, the fourth had bright pink hair, the fifth had rainbow-colored hair, and the sixth had light pink hair that looked incredibly silky.
Wait, they look extremely familiar.
The sixth one turned to my teacher, “Um, hi. My name is, um… ah, well, I’m Fluttershy.”
My teacher leaned in, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite catch that. What’s your name?” he asked.
“I’m, uh, my name is Fluttershy…” she whispered softly. So softly, in fact, that I could barely hear her.
Fluttershy! Oh dear god, oh dear god, what has happened to make this happen? The princess, it was Celestia! Or possibly Luna…
The ponies are here! Oh, I should probably get Kevin… Wait, no. I have to introduce myself. I literally flailed over the chairs to talk to them. Act natural, Oliver, act natural. Several people shot me a surprised look, and I heard insulting comments being hurled around about me. I ignored them.
“Fluttershy? That’s a great name. I’m Oliver,” I said. To top it off, I shot her my flirtatious smile.
Fluttershy, being the girl she is, blushed wildly and began to stammer. “H-hi, Oliver,” she mumbled timidly. There was a small, momentary pause, and then, “It's...um...nice to m-meet you."
She's just like I thought she would be.
“Same here, Fluttershy!" I turned to the other ponies – erm, girls. “What are your names?”
The blonde-haired pony – erm, I mean girl, said, “The name’s AppleJack, Oliver. It’s mighty good ta’ meet ‘cha.”
The purple haired girl walked up to me next, “Ah, please move, AppleJack. I must make my introduction. The name’s Rarity,” she said.
I stammered uncontrollably as Rarity stood right next to me, and I could smell this exotic smell of perfume drifting off her and into my surrounding area. I sighed in bliss. She was wearing a light blue fur jacket, and the fur was purple like her hair. I could tell it wasn't real, but it was still fashionable and stylish. Her whole demeanor was like that of a popular girl, and I was slightly irked. Naturally Rarity would be that way, I told myself. Either way, she was still pretty. Her skin was paler than the rest of the girl’s, but at the same time it looked incredibly smooth. Her hair was curled perfectly; it looked as if it had been made to stay in the position forever.
AppleJack butted Rarity out of the way, who unceremoniously fell to the floor. Her short-shorts were plainly evident, and I got a rather fine glimpse of her legs. Now I turned to AppleJack, who was wearing long blue jeans and a plaid shirt. She smiled at me, and I had to admit that her freckles make her look cute, and she had an absolutely amazing, deep tan. “Sorry ‘bout that, hun. Rarity’s a tad bit of a crazy-apple.” I laughed and she laughed along with me. Her blonde hair was stunningly gorgeous, and I resisted the urge to run my hands through it. AppleJack, rather similar to her name, had a scent of apples floating around her. But not any normal apples; they were they type of apples that you just wanted to sink your teeth into.
The bright pink haired girl jumped next to me, “Oh hiya, Oliver! My name’s Pinkie Pie! It’s so nice to meet you! Oh my goodness, I should totally throw a party for you sometime,” Pinkie Pie rushed out in a blurted rush. I nodded dumbly and examined her. She was slightly chubby around her breasts. Her pink hair reminded me of cotton candy, and she wasn’t that bad looking despite being slightly out of shape. She smelled of candies, loads and loads of candies. Chocolate, too! It was like I was in a party, and all of the smells were drifting softly towards my nose.
The rainbow-haired girl cut in front of Pinkie, “Hey, I’m Rainbow Dash, and I'm the coolest girl you'll ever meet!” she boasted. “So, do you run?” she asked. I nodded and smirked. Rainbow Dash smirked right back at me, “Alright, Oliver. What’s say you and I have a race sometime?” I laughed and nodded. The arrogant girl, who was about a head shorter than I, pointed her finger at my chest. “Bring it,” she challenged. Upon meeting her, I was reminded of my childhood. It was as if someone had opened the door to my past and was letting everything out. I had memories of climbing trees and swinging on ropes to jump across creeks in a forest. If this girl was anything, she was nature.
And then there was the purple-haired, pink-striped girl. “Sorry to make such big introductions. We’re fairly new here, and we don’t know much of your culture. Anyways, my name’s Twilight Sparkle,” she said. With Twilight, I wasn’t particularly filled with anything. Well, at least nothing I could describe. I felt a tightening within my chest. Not out of uncomforting conversations, but purely out of something that was ill describable. It was a magic feeling, and it wasn’t one of pain. I could even see a faint drift of aura radiating off of her. Perhaps it was just my imagination…
“It’s really nice to meet you,” Fluttershy said politely. Her stutter was gone, and she stood taller than before. She came up to about my chest, and I was filled with a strong urge to hold her tight. Wow, I’ve been single for way too long. Fluttershy was wearing a yellow sweater that hugged her tightly, and she had on tight, black jeans that matched my own. I inhaled deeply and smelt, what I considered, the most magnificent smell ever. It was the smell of forests and nature, completely pure. She was so amazing, so pure, and so beautiful, that I felt my throat go dry. I wasn’t normally so inarticulate, but I felt myself completely stuck.
“L-likewise,” I said quietly.
My teacher, seeing my nervousness, called me over. “Oliver,” he said. “I need you to go find Kevin.” I nodded my head and walked away.
“Bye, Oliver!” Pinkie called enthusiastically to me. Once the girls were out of sight, I sprinted away to Kevin. Eventually, I found him in the hallway.
“Kevin!” I cried. “You will not believe what just happened to me,” I exclaimed excitedly.