//------------------------------// // "So... New Kid?" // Story: Zap of Love // by MyLittleGeneration //------------------------------// I rolled out of bed once the sun rose, and immediately when I move, I fall off. "Oof!" I grunted as I landed on the floor. "Well, good morning to me, I guess." I'm Blue Blitz, a guy who's fast and furious. Dark-blue, medium-length, masculine hair, with blue eyes, and white skin. I seemed cool to myself, not to be a narcissist. I WAS from another city, Vanhoover, but let life bless me with something new. New house? Yup. New city? Yup. New school? ...Yup... I hated it. Canterlot... The house is nice and all, but I hated moving. Everyone does, and while they get used to it, I'm very certain many don't. Including myself, of course. And besides, the school here, Crystal Prep, is said to be rude and snotty. I hated that, and can only wish that it wasn't true. Matter of fact, there was said to be some sort of... incident. They never really explained the incident, but I will know soon enough. Something about how serious the school was when it came to competition, and some sort of wicked principal, whose name I believe was Cinch. Something about crazy magic from some fire-haired girl and her friends used to stop some 'Twilight Sparkle' from killing some other school in Canterlot, in which some sort of battle happened... Uh... Yeah... giving me a warm welcome to my mind. I liked school, especially the students, whom I can befriend, but not everyone can be your friend, and here, it might just state that. The city looked fine, showing off some luxurious design, but still, had it's parts. I was a little nervous, but hey, live life. Maybe it isn't so bad after all? Nah... So anyways, I got up and dressed. My usual blue hoodie with a black shirt and white jeans. No, silly goose, I had to wear the Crystal Prep uniform. A school with a strict law to wear a uniform... How exciting. I dress up, and head downstairs to go do the usual morning. "Morning, son." said my father, Caesar Fire. He was a cop, and was moved over to this city specifically, which is why we're here, and he was strong, buff, and funny, too. He had black, caesar hair, with white eyes and orange skin. "Ready for school?" he asked. "Boy, am I always." I said sarcastically. "Hey," he said in a soft tone. "I know you don't like moving, and neither do I. We moved all the time, me and my family, and it wasn't the best thing. You had lots of friends back at Vanhoover, but hey, had to move here so I can do my job." He looked down. "A job I respect and yet hate at the same time." If you're curious why, it was because he loved being a cop, but had to do something he regretted. My mother was... a little crazy. She was a drug dealer, secretly, and one day, she was caught red-handed. My dad was there, and told her to drop her gun. She didn't listen, and dad was crying. He loved mom so much, but when she tried to pull the trigger, his partner pulled the trigger on her. She wasn't shot dead, but she was definitely injured. Right through her right leg. He hated that day they arrested her, and soon eventually, she died in prison from suicide. It hurt both me and my dad. Dad was heartbroken, but he did manage to go through it. Yet, it doesn't mean he hasn't stopped thinking about it... "Hey, you just do your work, alright?" I told him. "You're the best dad a guy can have, right?" He smiled and hugged me. "I am." He let go. "Now, eat your pancakes, and get going. Don't miss the bus." I walked towards the stop. A group of kids stood there, and I walked towards them. "Hello." I said, greeting myself. But, as I expected, they all glared at me. "Jeez, harsh crowd." I mumbled to myself. All of them, of course, wore the Crystal Prep uniform. Though, now that I look at it, they look pretty ruthless. Especially with those... glares. But actually, most of them were glaring at me. A girl with lime-green hair and pink skin, including a huge smile on her face waved at me. "What's up?" she asked. She gave me a quick high-five. "Say, who are you? Never seen any guys like you before." "Oh, uh, Blue Blitz." I introduced myself. "You?" "Lemon Zest! Always glad to see new people!" she said in joy. She had headphones on and was listening to some song on her IPod. "Dude, you should listen to this!" "Oh, no thanks, I-" Too late. She put the headphones on me and my ears were ringing. God, that's so loud. How did I not hear the music when I'm in front of her? "Cool, huh?" she asked. It was playing a hardcore dub-step with bass drops and everything. I wasn't much of a fan, and I took them off and handed them back. "Uh, yup." I lied, ears ringing violently. Any second, blood will drop, I swear. "Well, hey, you seem new. Are ya?" she asked, still smiling with her headphones on. I'm surprised how she could hear. I nodded. "Straight from Vanhoover." "Compton?" she questioned. "No, Vanhoover." I repeated. "Maneuver?" "VANHOOVER!" I shouted. Zest nodded and gave me a thumbs up, while everyone else glared at me like I was a mad man. "Ayayaya..." "Oh, Vanhoover." she said, finally hearing me. "Such a nice place. Their hockey team should totally win the Stanley Cup." "Yup... Totally..." I really didn't like the way they looked at me. Not Zest, she's fine, rather kinda sweet. Just the glares these guys are giving. Is it true that they are bad? Snotty? Rude? Impolite? I'm no fancy pants and whatnots, but hey, I hate those kinds of guys. And I hoped that this wasn't the case. I mean, this girl looked sweet and promising. So, the bus came by and stopped. It opened its doors, and I came in last. I looked around. Crowded, full of students from this school. Still, glares ahoy. Did I look threatening or evil? I did nothing at all and they just keep staring at me. I didn't care, I just kept going. Eventually I got to the back. Lemon Zest was nice, but she had a bus buddy, so that's no good. Which means either that really big muscular guy that looks like he can break Batman's spine or- Holy crap. I looked at the far back on the right, only to see a girl who looks daring and dashing. A girl with light yellow-white skin, wearing lightning bolt earrings and goggles underneath her deep blue hair. Her hair was loose; it wasn't tied up. It's not really flowing; it's rather stiff. It falls down towards her shoulders, but never passes them, kinda like a large mo-hawk, let's say, er, sort of. And it really has quite a lot of volume. She looked pretty tough. AND she was open. Maybe I can sit next to- "Who are you?" she asked me as I approached her. I froze in place. "Uh..." I said, not knowing what to say. "Psst!" Lemon said to the girl, since she's in front. "He's a new kid! Blue Blitz!" "Blue Blitz, huh?" she questioned. I was starting to slightly sweat. "Yeah, sure. You can sit." She scooted over and allowed me to sit next to her. She looked out the window and Zest gave me a little thumbs up. "You're welcome." she whispered in my ear, before facing front. "So... new kid?" the girl asked. "Blue Blitz?" "Yeah. That's my name." I answered. "Well, is being awesome and cool your game?" she asked. "Particularly." "Alright then. We'll do well. Indigo Zap." she said, introducing herself. "Nice name." I commented, then blushing after realizing what I said. "Oh! Uh... thanks." she said before turning to look out the window, yet I could see a nice reflection of her face, and she was blushing. She turned back, no blush. "So what school? Baltimare? Las Pegasus?" "Vanhoover." I answered. "Cool!" she said. "I heard Vanhoover's a nice place. Is it a nice school?" I nodded. "Yeah, I bet it was. But this school's gonna be badder, bigger, better! Trust me, kid. MUCH better." I softly smiled. "Alright. I'll take it from you. Say, uh, I don't think you'll mind this, but..." I leaned in closer to speak quieter. "What is this 'incident' that happened?" Glares fired at me. Every kid supposedly heard me, except for Lemon, who was headbanging to some song. Indigo coughed. "Uh, what incident?" she said out loud. She then mouthed, 'Just pretend you don't know.', which I raised my brow on, but decided to go with it. "Oh, I thought there was. My mistake." I looked at everyone. "Carry on." They all faced forward and continued doing whatever, before Zap pulled me close to whisper. "Listen, I'll tell you later. But not here. There was an 'incident', but don't worry, it's nothing to be afraid of." she whispered. I slowly nodded before we suddenly stopped. Wow, we were here already. The bus doors opened and we all got out. Yet, in my mind, I thought about this incident. So there was one? One: What is it? And two: How horrible is it? If people glared at me viciously from hearing me ask about it, then it must mean something. Right? Or am I just intimidating or something? Well, who knows. School is now, so let's do it.