My New Life With Trixie
The Horseman
School Day Make That a Bad Day
I yawned as I opened my eyes to an unexpected sight. I fell out of bed my horn sparked a bright bluish yellow color. I always thought magic was the eye color. Oh well I don't give a crap anymore. I'm a pony now. "Trixie what the f*** are you doing we decided to do that 'head to feet thing didn't we!?" I hissed at the first person speaking pony.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Trixie got cold," she explained in a weaker voice than normal. Well, she did just get out of bed. I sighed. My theories were getting stronger and isn't as farfetched.
"Look I don't give a crap if you were I-I-I oh screw it, just don't do it again," I told her in a serious tone. I began to walk without thinking. Care to take a guess what I was walking like? I was pacing... again.
After a while of pacing I approached Trixie as I noticed Trixie's gap jaw. "Uh... everything okay Trixie?" I asked taking note of her gap jaw.
She nodded and pointed down to my hooves. "You're walking!" she exclaimed happily.
I smiled gave a slight leap one that I didn't fall afterwards. "Hey, I can walk!" I smiled watching as Trixie bounced excitedly around me this was slightly out of character for her.
I stopped her it was beginning to be weird. "Settle down," inside I was so excited I learned how to walk... again. To think I was pushed into walking by Trixie secretly cuddling with me. I shook my head as the thought went out one ear and out the other.
I sighed. "Look, I'm going to get some coffee, you, you do whatever you do in the morning," I stretched my back.
"Hold up there Mister," Trixie chuckled at me.
My mane was puffy and long. I cleared my throat. "What is it Trixie?" I asked I was getting excited that now I can call by just 'Trixie' now that she and I are friendlier to each other.
"You can't just go into town not knowing a thing about our society and our speech for example we do not say 'f***' we say buck," she gave an example.
I don't like where this is going. I thought to myself before letting her keep talking.
"You, Trixie is sorry to say must go to school in Ponyville," I frowned instantly with the words.
I frowned at Trixie who held her head high in pride she is not lightening that is she? I rubbed my hoof in anger. "You have got to be kiddin' me, I am an um... I think full grown stallion I shouldn't have to go to school," I said basically proving her point while I stomped my hooves on the ground. I shoved her back. "That doesn't prove I have to go to school Trixie," I countered her sly smile.
She actually swung her hoof at me! "Hey! What was that for!?" I wanted to punch back but... she is still a woman.
"Just proving a point," she answered simply. I didn't question that afterwards I just crossed my hooves. I was admittedly immature crossing my hooves and sitting down.
"Fine," I huffed, "wait, I don't have a saddlebag," I brought to her attention.
She turned back. "Oh don't you?" she chuckled slightly levitating an object. I slapped my face with my newly acquired hoof. "First, OW, second, when did you get that?" I asked rubbing my aching head.
Trixie pushed the magic to put pressure on me as the saddlebag dug into my uh... fur. I groaned. "Thanks a lot," I began walking downstairs.
"No problem," she smiled widely.
Obviously she doesn't understand sarcasm. I rolled my eyes after looking at the blue mare making something to eat for herself. Before leaving she looked at me. "Trixie understands sarcasm Gabe," she spoke with what I can guess would be a sly smile.
I had no time to question how she knew she knew what I thought. "Bye, see you tonight Hon," I left only to open the door. "Pretend I never said that," I then closed the door in a loud slam.
Trixie chuckled as she sired a pot of hay soup. "That's cute," she grabbed in her magic some sort of herb and put it in the pot.
I looked at the clock tower. It's almost time for school. I heard a snobby, prissy, female voice. "Well, hello there sir, what's the rush?" she asked in honesty I think she was rushing too, her breaths were rapid and her breath was slightly short.
I thought for a moment. "Uh..." I couldn't say what I was rushing for.
She sooner or later walked off with her gray best friend. I should've known I'd run into her. I then remembered I was almost late for the first day of school. I might not like it but, well, I am not going to be late in a new life, not on the first day at least. I smiled evilly knowing I will skip class one day.
I came to a halt as I ran into a mare, unable to stop in my new able to gallop hooves. The mare groaned face first in the ground. "Uh... are you alright Ms.?" I still recognized her but I didn’t want to admit it.
The mare got up and shook her head shaking off the dirt on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine, my name is Cherilee, what's yours?" she asked she didn't seem to recognize me from before.
"It's me Gabe, we met while you fixed up our house," I reminded the pinkish purple mare.
She tapped my face for some reason. "Oh yeah, I remember you now," a blush formed on her face no doubt because she didn't recognize me. "So what are you doing here Gabe?" she asked me I was slightly off balance with my saddlebag on my back.
"Well, I-I-I'm-" the pinkish purple mare cut me off. I was slightly glad for that.
She smiled at me oddly warmly. "You're my new student... right?" she asked me I only nodded in response.
Finally I spoke. "Yeah, it's sort of embarrassing," I rubbed my hair back and forth.
She chuckled. "I swear, my students get younger and younger every year," she giggled but quickly stopped when seeing my frown. "Hey, it's alright, I'm that jerk of a magician Trixie had her reasons," she softened her voice.
"Hey, for your information, she is not a jerk of a magician, she's a good roommate!" I felt something snap.
She wiped her hoof along her face. "Now, no need to get so testy Gabriel," she said using my first full name.
I breathed out. "Sorry, Ms. Cherilee, I-I felt I should correct your mistake," I didn't think of what I said.
"Mistake, I hardly believe I made a mistake, she is your typical glory hog magician," she stood by her statement.
"I am not wrong, you are!" I spoke aloud. That gained attention of the school fillies and colts.
Words repeated though the entire argument 'fight, fight, fight,' after a while it did escalate to that. It wasn't good.
I sat in the principal’s office next to Ms. Cherilee. We were pushing each other. The principle, Principle Arpeggio clapped his hooves. "That's enough, honestly, I've heard of some odd things but this? This is ridiculous, a teacher and a student fighting!" he hissed at us.
At the same time we both said the same thing. "He/She started it Principle Arpeggio!" we both stated getting a silencing hoof in front of us.
Soon enough Trixie walked in. "Oh you've gotta be kiddin' me Principle, you told Trixie," I saw the principle shrug his shoulders. "I'm sorry kid, but I had to, I had to contact your mother," he told me.
My jaw dropped. "She's not my mom!" I hissed getting a frown from the already angry principle.
Trixie sat next to me. The next thing really angered me. She pulled out a little towel. "Oh my, you got blood on your little cheeks," she wiped it off. I blushed though it was more from anger.
"Quit it Trixie," I slapped her hoof away from my face.
Trixie looked at me displeased. "Now, hold still," Trixie demanded.
I disobeyed seeing the smug look on the principle's face. "She isn't really?" he chuckled.
I looked at him angrily. "Keep this up and you'll need a trip to the emergency room old man," I held my hoof up to shake it at him.
The principle was shocked at his new student's behavior. "Well..." he was speechless.
I chuckled at his constant stuttering. "Speechless yes? Of course you are," I spoke not thinking of anything coming my way later.
He in his eyes showed that I cornered him. "Well, that was really fast," I rolled my eyes.
"Detention," he finally spat out. "After school detention for a month," he said at me.
I huffed. I was silent the entire time and Cherilee as well.
Me and Trixie walked back home I got a disappointed look. "What was that all about Gabe?" she wanted to know.
I ignored the question and moved along the house finally sitting on the nice sofa from Davenport's shop. "Gabe what was that all about?" she asked a little more sternly. Like before I ignored it and shifted seats. "Gabriel! What was that all about?!" she finally snapped.
That one I didn't ignore. "Ms. Cherilee made fun of you, mocking you, degrading you, while we fought she told me you were always kicked out of the towns, I know that's true, but... hearing it is even worse than just knowing," I could tell I touched her heart. After all, I was only protecting her reputation.
"I understand Gabe, but, well, you can't just do that any day you want you know, besides you can go to jail for that," she reminded me.
"You actually have a prison?" I asked intrigued that such a peaceful land has a jail.
"Yes, we have a jail, now why don't you go to bed? I'll bring you dinner when it's ready, alright?" she offered I accepted the offer.
I walked upstairs. "Doe s he feel the same?" she wondered. "Does he have feelings for me?" she pondered the answer. Is it true or false? She shook her head. "None the less, he shouldn't have hit some-pony," she felt happy for some reason. "Maybe he does feel the same way?" She again shook her head trying to get that thought out of her head. Why can't she get that thought out of her head it should be simple shouldn't it all it is, is a memory.