[I] New School … New Beginnings
The new life begins for the teenage bespectacled girl, Twilight Sparkle. A once honored student of the renowned Crystal Prep Academy, now on the bus to a school called CMS.
A school that was shrouded in mystery and rumors.
How was it that Twilight Sparkle, the teenage prodigy who’d won her school countless science awards and even wrote a thesis on the energy magnetic field found herself going to this new school?
It all happened a month ago when her parents had found out about the bullying issues that had gotten so bad that she came home one evening with a bruised eye and both her shoulders dislocated after a few too many bumps in the hallway.
When her parents had brought it to the school, the principle had explained how the ones responsible were punished only to later figure out that they only gave them detention on days they didn’t have any sort of sports activity – Which was everyday – and pulled her out.
While looking for a new school to send their daughter too, apparently one of my mom’s friends recommended this school, and that’s how Twilight found herself going to this school. Apparently there are dorm rooms there as well for the students to stay at as well.
What was unusual about the school was when Twilight did some search on this place. There wasn’t much in the way of details, especially for the abbreviation to ‘CMS’ as well. It listed their activities there – which she had mixed feelings about – and contact information. But nothing on their curriculum.
Not even the mentioning of competitiveness against rivaling schools. Even Crystal Prep had other schools they’d competed against. How was it that no other school heard of this place?
Then there was the bus too the school. The bus itself wasn’t strange, just a typical yellow school bus with rows of seats. The whole thing was empty except for her and the driver, though she was also thankful for that since she was more a loner and didn’t want to deal with other students at the time.
The driver was an older man, in his early thirties maybe with a light brown crook hat and black hair running down the back side with white in the front, he has a white goatee, wearing a tacky suit you’d find those bellhops wear at a fancy hotel. The golden colored nametag he has stitched on the suit reads, Mr. Discord.
He remained silence during the drive, even when Twilight had tried to strike up a conversation with him, he would only give a chuckle before returning his attention to driving.
This only made the girl grow nervous, her anxiety making the worst of the situation, What if this is a kidnapping trap and I’ll be sold off to some creep or raped?
Breath Twilight, your mother wouldn’t send you off to some school without some guarantee that it’s safe, right?
Her mind played back and forth with this possibility before she decided to just try a different option to save her, to call her mother and get a feel on the situation. I’m sure my mom’s friend explained what this school is to her. And with that she’d gone to her contacts to call her mom.
And it seemed like the perfect distraction from her anxiety attack, only, the call didn’t make a ringing noise or even was picked up by the familiar voice she knew. It was a voice she didn’t recognize, with a raspy tone that sounded like they were mocking her.
“Hello Twilight! I’m so glad we could finally speak.” The voice said, a laughter in his tone.
“Who’re you? Why do you have my mother’s phone number?!” fear rose in the girl’s voice, only to be worried when the person on the other line started to laugh like he’d heard a funny joke.
“Don’t worry about her, your mother is completely fine! In fact, I’m no where near her right now! I’m with you~” That last part made her worry, especially how he’d said it. Lowering his voice in an ominous way.
There was no way that could’ve been true, right? She was alone on the bus besides the driver, and he was paying attention to the road, and she would’ve heard an echo if he were speaking.
Was someone following the bus? She looked out of the window and onto the street, it was a slow-paced town with few cars on the road, but nothing looked all that suspicious like a tailer.
The voice gave a chuckle, “Haven’t figure it out yet? I guess it isn’t all that surprising since your new to all this.”
What had he meant by ‘new to all this’? “Where are you? I should warn you that my brother’s a police officer!” Twilight shook nervously, scared didn’t describe justice for what she was feeling right now.
She had been bullied, she was used to being hated, but being stalked by a creep was something entirely different, and it brought back her previous anxiety of this school actually being some illegal trafficking.
“We’re quite aware of that, about your father being a Collage Instructor and your mother being an Editor for some of the big naming authors. You got some connections in your family, enough to even get yourself enrolled into CMS.”
That was when something made her go into ‘research’ mode. “What do you know about CMS?” asking him like he hadn’t just sounded like a stalker just five seconds ago.
“Everything actually, and that’s why I’m wanting to talk to you Twilight. Think of this as a pre-orientation to the school for ‘Monsters’.” That gave new questions to the curious girl, ‘pre-orientation’, ‘monsters’? Before she had a chance to ask what he’d meant, “CMS is a school for creatures that humans had came to believe as myths and fairytales, unbeknownst to them of the world right under their own noses.”
This had to be some kind of joke, a school for monsters? There was no way that was true, she wasn’t even a monster to begin with. Twilight gave a sigh, of course she was being made a fool of, and before she even started her first day of her new school too?
Though she did had to give credit to the preparation they’d seemed to put into this, how were they able to direct her phone call from her mother to . . . wherever the other line was?
“You’ve got me in the first half, but this joke isn’t funny.” Twilight said, now annoyed instead of scared. How could I had let myself be made a fool like that?
The person on the other line made a humming sound, as if thinking of something, “I guess you’re not going to believe what I tell you, though it’s not like that will matter soon. I’ll give you this warning, ‘Be careful who you trust in this school. To survive, you’ll need to make allies in the most unlikely of places, make enemies with those who never wronged you, and make amend with an old friend.’”
A second after, the call ended and there was only the sound of the disconnected beeping sound. He’d hung up, whoever that was?
The bus had stopped a few minutes after the mysterious caller had hung up, and Twilight was about to just forget about them before the driver spoke, “CMS! Enjoy your stay.” The bus driver said, though the speaking had surprised her, what was more nerve wracking was his voice.
His voice was the same one who she’d spoken to on the phone. He turned to look over at the girl with a mischievous grin, “I hope to be seeing you around soon, Twilight Sparkle.” And for the first time she could see his eyes, they were yellow with red pupils.
Something inside of her told her that she needed to get off the bus, so she grabbed her bag and darted for the exit which unfortunately was also next to the driver.
Once she was off, she would just find a taxi to take her back home and hopefully forget about this whole new school thing. But when she looked around, the road only reach out about thirty-two feet before dropping off into the void.
There was nothing in the skies but weird swirls of purple and white, a sun or what could be accounted as a sun that was glowing blue flames instead of the bright yellow and red colors.
Twilight looked on back into the bus, seeing the smirking driver as he gave his final words, “I’ll be seeing you again very soon, Twilight Sparkle.” And with that, closed the door and drove backwards off the cliff. Only, the bus didn’t fall or continued driving like there was solid ground, it flew upwards like it was ‘falling into the sky?’
Something told her she wasn’t in Crystal City anymore, or anywhere really at all?