I slowly rubbed the sleep from my eyes, feeling the warmth of sunlight pour through the window on the far side of the room.
I had to force myself out of bed, landing my hazelnut-brown hooves on the hard, wooden flooring. I walked up to the dresser, and opened it with a hoof, pulling out the brush from the bottom left corner of the drawer. I sat down, ran it through my mane and tail, thus untangling what seemed to look like my hair. Mom said it looked like some animals made a nest on my head. I think it looks like a big, poofy mass of cloud. Or even Ice Cream....
I got up from the floor, setting the brush upon the top of the dresser and walked over to my closet. I selected a navy blue tinted saddlebag, and rested it on my back. It sparkled like the night sky. My mom said she casted a spell on it to make it sparkle.I don't believe her.
I trotted downstairs, and out the door.I prepared my saddlebags last week. I broke into a little gallop, just to speed things up.
Doesn't it feel good to run?
I finally made it to the school house, at two, big red doors. I raised a hoof and pushed one open gently, walking inside. It wasn't quiet, I can tell you that. It was the middle of the school year, just about. The room was bustling with chatter, just s I need it. Not much attention on me. Good. No, even better. It was amazingly, absolutely, without-a-doubt, a miracle.
"Attention, class! We're introducing yet another filly here today! Say hello to the newest addition to the class, Galaxy Swirl, everypony!"
"Hello, Galaxy." The class chimed back. My, these ponies are polite. I waved a hoof back to the class, smiling a bit. Mom said to make a good impression, being our first day, we shouldn't be going and getting off the wrong hoof, now would we?
That's why I wave with my right hoof when I'm greeting somepony. Because the other one is the wrong one, of course. I can't believe so many ponies don't know this.
"Now, Galaxy. sit where ever you would like. Good luck!" The mare smiled cheerfully.
Good luck? Now what in Equestria does that mean? Good luck finding a seat, or good luck in general? Well, I'll find out sooner or later. No problem with waiting. I've got all the time in the world. Literally. All of it! You have no idea...
I sat up near the front, next to a window. I like staring out windows, but otherwise it gives off a nice reading light. Also, it was that or a beaten up old desk in the back of class. It sat in the darker, unlit part of the room. It was more than chilly over there. I unlatched the window, letting a breeze in. It was chilly, but cozy. A leaf drifted through the window, lazily landing itself on my head, just behind my horn and right between my ears. I tilted my head, causing the leaf to fall from my head and onto the desk
After the first few lessons, we had free play. I just scribbled a drawing in my notebook. I don't draw much, but when I do, I try hard.
So I drew a tree.
It's not a normal tree, no. It's a tree with silver leaves.
I'm not entirely sure where it comes from. it's just stuck in my head. I expertly curved the lines of the roots, making sure no detail was missed.as I sketched the magnificent, glowing tree. It stood thick and tall, with thin, expertly written lines. I took the brown pencil, coloring in what was supposed to be the trunk. I took a red, drawing little bits of moss on the tree at the bottom. I finally took the silver pencil, and colored in each and every leaf. I'm good at drawing, but I wouldn't say I'm too good. Not good enough for it to be my special talent. I mean, when I draw things I can sort of remember, I can draw amazingly. But when I draw something like, a table with a daisy sandwich, it looks like a really little colt sneezed all over the paper.
I walked home at the end of the day. I hadn't talked to anypony there, I just let them all pass. Three fillies were discussing something, muttering among themselves, and glancing back to me every minute or two. I think they want to talk to me. I'll see what they were talking about tomorrow at school. They seem nice.