Rose Luck's P.O.V
My first day of school
September 2nd
I feel myself being shaken awake a lot earlier than usual. I moan, as I turn to see who's there.
"Rose it's time to get up. It's time to get ready for school." I see Sarah leaning over mean, shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I yawn, and stretch out my forelegs then rub my eyes to wake myself up.
"Morning sleepyhead." She says with a smile.
"Hi mommy," I reply softly before yawning again. " Wait. Did she say get ready for school? It's already that time? Dang. Time goes by fast.
I sit up in my bed, rubbing my eyes again. I'm not ready for this, It's just too early. Why this early even? Mom gives me a small hug, then exits the room. I stretch out my limbs again, then I get up, and walk over to a small dresser to get a set of clothes. Ever since I started wearing them, mom organized them into the dresser for me. I open the pants drawer. I'm so lazy right now I grab the first pair of jean shorts I touch. I close that drawer, then proceed to the shirts. I grab this dark blue button up, with lighter blue flower outlines along the bottom. I close the drawer and get dressed, which takes me about five minutes I'm guessing, trying not to fall back to sleep. Then I reach under the bed and grab my boots, and I put them on my hind legs, and I pull the straps to make them tight enough to not fall off like regular shoes will.
After getting dressed, I head to the bathroom. I pull the stool next to the sink in front. I step onto it, and I look at myself in the mirror. Wow, my mane is a mess. I take the brush, and brush it, until it goes back to it's original flow. I bet my tail isn't doing any better so I check to see, it's in a fair condition, but I decide to brush it anyways. I put the brush back, and wash my mouth out with the mouth wash that is there. I turn on the cold water from the sink and take a few sips to get rid of the taste of the mouth wash. I step off the stool, and put it back and I exit the bathroom. I see the living room light shine up through the stairs, making the white wall look like an orangish color. I head downstairs, and see mom in the kitchen. She moves from the counter to the table with a bowl in each hand, and she sets them on the table. She sits down, and gestures for me to sit by her, so I do. She puts one of the bowls in front of me. It's contents: Marshmellowmatey's, and a spoon.
"So how's my little sleepy head this morning?" She coo's then gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm so tired." I reply, as I take a bite of my cereal.
"I know how that feels, but now you have to get used to this five days every week!" She says sarcastically.
"Really?" I ask looking up to her from my bowl.
"Yeppers." She says, before stuffing her face with cereal.
"So what is school like?" I ask.
"It's okay, I guess." She says with her mouth full of marshmallows, and oat things.
We finish our cereal, and she goes to get my backpack she used to use for school. She opens it, and shuffles through the stuff that's in it. Pencils, pens, erasers, notebooks, folders, a binder, etc, and other things. I yawn again, and I head back upstairs suddenly needing to take whizz. I come back down about three minutes later, and mom's standing by the door waiting for me. The early morning sun shines through the window, and spills onto the floor, and anything else in front of the window. I hold onto the railing as I descend the carpeted steps, down to my awaiting mother.
"Are you ready?" She asks.
"Yes mommy." I reply softly. She then puts my backpack on my back obviously, and we begin walking out of the door.
"Are you gonna be okay with okay me for six hours?"
"I think so." I reply shielding my eyes from the early morning sunlight.
We turn down the road towards the school. The wind blows a cold breeze sending a chill down my spine, making me shiver a bit. Walking in the morning seems like it takes longer than during the day, but oh well. I know I'm most likely the only pony like me, but I hope that I see another one maybe. Most likely not. Maybe I can still make friends with the other human children. There was a lot of people during the registration, but hopefully not as many now. Well it's the first day of school so there's a chance there will be more this time. I'm still very tired, but not as tired as when I first woke up.
"What's school for anyway?" I ask
"It's a place for young ones to go and learn things, like math. I taught you how to add and subtract remember?"
"Yeah I do. But what else do you learn?"
"A lot lot thins, like science, reading, writing, art, music, and lots more."
"Okay. Is it fun?"
"It was for me at first but then by the time you get to high school it's like let me out already!!" Shes remarks jokingly, which makes me laugh a little.
We get onto the block of the school, and once again, there are cars everywhere. There are adults, and kids going to and fro in every possible direction. Like I said, I don't see any others like me, just a bunch of human kids. WE enter the front of the school, and mom pulls me to the side. She pulls out a piece of paper from her pants pocket, and hands it to me. I unfold it to see it's a map of the school, with numbers for every room. On the other side is a chart with the names of six teachers, the class they teach, the order I have those classes in, and the room location.
"This is your schedule." Mom says pointing to the paper.
"Yeah I know mom." I say with a smile.
"Good cause I don't want you to get confused.
"Don't worry I won't."
"Okay good. I have to go back home now okay? Wait for me right here after school okay?" She says giving me a kiss on the forehead, then hugging me.
"Okay mom. I love you." I reply to her hugging her back.
"I love you too, now have a good day okay?"
"Okay." She rubs my mane for a second, then leaves. I stand thee for a second, then I look to the paper. I have Comm arts for my first class in room 214 which is most likely upstairs. I head up the nearest staircase, to go to my locker to get my comm arts book, and the whole time, I get stares from a lot of the kids that walk past me. The look like they haven't seem a pony in their lives. I push the button on my locker, and open it to get my book. close the door, and I head down another hall in search for my first class. I see a girl alone at her locker, so maybe I can ask her, that's if she answers. Shes a blonde girl wearing all pink. She's wearing a purple backpack that has a picture that looks...like me? I walk over to her, and I tap her shoulder. She turns around, and gasps when she sees me.
"Hii, do you know where room 214 is?" I ask kindly."
"You-you're...Rose Luck." She says stuttering. But...how does she know my name?
"Ye-yeah. How do you know my name?"
"Only cause you're like part of the coolest show ever!!" she says cheerfully. "I can't believe it. I'm talking to Rose Luck! And Rose Luck is talking to me!" She says to herself.
"Uh could you just tell me where rom 214 is?" I ask a little impatiently.
"Oh my god you have Mrs. Strudeman too?!" She takes a hold of my right hoof, and pulls me all the way to the other side of the building. She stops when we reach a white wooden door labeled 214.
"Here we are!" She says opening the door and entering. I notice this door is white, while the others are the shade of a light brown. "Are you coming or what?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say going into the room. There are four windows that reach to the ceiling, letting in bright morning sunlight. There are about 20 desks that fill most of the small room, which at least five of them are occupied with a child. She sits in the desk closest to the door and points to the one next to it. I shrug, and I take a seat in it, moving my tail to the side of me, as to not sit on it, which I have done before and i doesn't feel good. I realize I'm not really all that tired, and it's only 8:12 am. Class starts in minutes. One of the other kids in the room sees me. I wave at him, and he waves awkwardly back. I roll my eyes, and look at this girl who somehow knows my name. I don't know how, or why there is a picture of me on her backpack.
"What did you mean by I'm part of the coolest T.V show?" I ask.
"You don't know?!" She asks sounding a bit surprised.
"I can't say I do." I reply.
"It's a show called My little pony, and you're one of the background characters!" She says.
"I would have recalled being in a show."
"Oh I get it!! You weren't a filly in the show, so that's probably why you don't know." She says.
"So you mean to tell me I was in the show, when I'm older but I'm not that old yet, so how does this work?" I ask.
"I don't know." She replies. "But how did you get here in my world?" She asks as more kids gradually fill the room
"Um I have always been here, and My mom made a wish that created me." Now she looks at me puzzled.
"What do you mean?" She asks. "How long have you been here and how old are you?" she asks.
"I'm six, and I've been here for a year now." I reply. Suddenly she gasps again.
"It makes sense now!" She exclaims.
"What does?" I ask.
"However it was that person wished for you, it made you a younger version of the actual Rose Luck to make the wish come true!" She says. That does make sense.
The bell rings signaling that class has begun. Just about every desk has a child sitting in them. Most of them stare at me for short periods at a time. One kids even asked what I am and what I'm doing here. I just roll my eyes is all. So far my first day of school isn't going all that bad. I think this girl wants to be my friend, I don't know. We continue chatting until Mrs. Strudeman gets up and walks over to the chalkboard. She takes a piece of chalk and writes her name on the board in big letters. She also writes "Welcome to Comm arts" on the board too, then turns toward the class.
"Good morning students! I'm your teacher Mrs. Strudeman." She says with a bit of a british accent. "This year we get the luck of having a special student in our class." She says looking towards me. Way to make me obvious. I don't look, but I know everybody in the class is looking at me. I feel myself blushing a little bit, cause I'm not used to this kind of attention, and even some kids clap, and eventually everyone begins so clap. But why make it such a big deal? Am I really that different? I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, but either way, it just doesn't feel right.
"Now why don't you tell them your name?" She asks.
"I-it's Rose. Rose Luck." I reply looking only at the teacher.
"Well what a pretty name that is!" She says.
"I guess."
"Do you have any preferred names?"
"Yeah. Just Rose, or Rosey as my mom likes to call me."
"I saw you during registration, nd the young woman you were with. Are you saying she's your mom?"
"Yes and me real mother to be exact."
"Now how does that work?" she asks.
"Well two years ago she made a wish, and part of her soul was used to make it come true, and it made me." I reply.
"That's amazing!"
"Yeah it is!" The girl chimes up.
"Well I'd love to find out more about you Rose, but I have to teach you wonderful kids the many wonders of C.A!"
She goes on about what we will be learning this year, and things we will be doing as well, and what comm arts is about, so basically she's making one big intro. The first thing she begins teaching us is the alphabet. She would say a letter, then pick a random student to say the next letter. She started with 'A', and went from there. I got to say the letter 'B'. Of course she starts with me first. I chuckle a bit at this thought. I glance at the clock here and there to see the time, and about an hour later, We file out of the room, heading off in different directions. Well the first class of my first day of school went pretty good, and I had Emily to talk to, which is what she said her name was. I'm actually eager to get the next class to see what it's like. This is fun, and I can't wait to see what happens next.
"What class do you have now?" Emily asks me.
I pull the folded piece of paper out of my pocket. I unfold it, and turn it to the schedule side.
"I have gym with Mr. Jake." I reply, which makes her squee, jumping up and down.
"That's to classes in a row we have together!" She seems to really enjoy being my friend which is quite nice. "And guess what?" she asks.
"What?"
"She's just as much of a fan of you as I am!" She says.
"I'm flattered!" I reply back.
"Now come on!!" She says running off. I roll my eyes, and follow her, but I walk instead. Something tells me It's wrong to run so I don't.
Eventually I lose sight of her, but I know where the gym is. It's across the hall from the cafeteria. I turn right down the hall which is the only way to go, ad down the stairs. From there I head in the direction of the cafeteria, and go left down the short hall that leads to the gymnasium. I walk into the huge brightly lit room, and see Emily with a small group of three kids. She sees me and skips over to me with a big smile on her face. I haven't seen a human this happy except for mother who is always happy. Now seeing Emily in all her joy makes me realize this is what mom sees in me, and then Emily...hugs me? Out of respect I hug her back. Her group of friends get up from sitting on the floor and walk over. Emily let's go, when they reach us, and she introduces me.
"guys this is my friend Rose Luck, as if you guys didn't already know her name." She says, as smiles spread across each of the other girls faces.
"Hii." I say giving a small wave.
"Wow You're real!" One of them says. The other girl just looks at me as if she's in shock or something.
"Yeah I'm real I guess." I say smiling.
"Oh my gosh you guys! I just realized something!" Emily says.
"What's that?" The girl who isn't frozen up asks.
"That if Rose is real, then doesn't mean they all are?" she says.
"Well Emily if our theory is right, then they don't know I exist here." I tell her.
"Yeah I guess."
We go back and sit down where they were before in one corner of the gym. This is a lot of fun I think to myself. I'm already getting friends, and they all think I'm really awesome, and cool, and stuff. Do they like me for me? OR do they only like me cause I'm this My little pony character? It doesn't matter. I'm just happy they like me, and don't think of me as some freak or something. Mom said each school day is about six hours long. It has only been one. So that means I have five more hours of fun, until I go home to tell mom all the good new I have for her, that she will be happy to hear. This place makes me happy, and it gives me a chance to get outside of the house more often. Not that I want to be away from home cause I do miss mommy a lot. She's gonna be so happy when she comes to pick me up, and I'll have so much good news for her!! I can't wait!!