Protecting Derpy Hooves

A loud, repetitive knock erupted from outside. Derpy opened her eyes and made an internal groan. She got out of bed and groggily walked to the door. She opened it up to see the dorm master. She had bags under her eyes but still seemed relatively awake.

"Good morning, students. Your first class starts in an hour. So I recommend getting ready. You both have your schedules, correct?" Derpy nodded. But to make sure, she looked over to her bed. And, as she thought, her schedule was laid on her drawer. "Good, then I'll leave you to your day, see you later," and then she walked away. Derpy rubbed her eyes and walked over to Morning Mist. She groaned as Derpy shook her. But she reluctantly got up and Derpy repeated what the dorm master had said. Morning Mist nodded in understandment and got up to situate herself. Derpy went over to her bed and picked up her schedule. She unfolded it and read what was written. Her first class began at seven o'clock. Each class was about a different aspect of flying. Her first class was about the anatomy of Pegasi. Her second class was about the history and future of flying, her third class was about the styles of flying, her fourth class was lunch. Next was physical education, in which she assumed she'd actually be flying. She read the names of the ponies that were going to teach her. She stopped when she read the teacher of her P.E. teacher. She recognized the name as a member of the Wonderbolts! Derpy rushed over to Morning Mist.

"Morning Mist, look at who is gonna teach you for P.E." Confused, Morning Mist did as she was asked. Her eyes widened as wide as they could sleepily go.

"A real Wonderbolt is going to teach us? Wow!" she looked at Derpy.

"Well, this one is retired, but that doesn't soften the blow of awesomeness!" Derpy said. Derpy turned around and looked back to her schedule. She looked out of the window and looked for the sun. It looked to be around six twenty. Derpy grabbed a towel and soap and walked into the bathroom. After she finished her shower, she exited the bathroom. She opened the door to see Morning Mist with a towel and soap.

"It's six thirty now, just so you know," she said. Derpy smiled and thanked her. Derpy assumed she wouldn't need to bring anything, since it was the first day. She assumed it would be a sort of "get to know the class" class. She ate breakfast and told Morning Mist she was gonna leave early. With goodbyes over with, Derpy made her way to the outside. She didn't remember this place from when she was younger, but then again, Cloudsdale is a big place. She probably lived farther away. She exited the cloud dorms and was met with a sign. It was a map upon further investigation. Derpy's classes would be held in the lecture hall. Which was next to the lunch room, which was next to the training field, which was next to a library.. These buildings weren't very tall, but they were wide. The four buildings surrounded the dorms, making the walks easier. Derpy pin pointed the lecture hall and made her way there. It was, like every other building, made of cloud. Derpy wondered how they got clouds to be compacted into one mass building. She assumed she'd learn. The doors were already propped open. They seemed welcoming. Derpy entered it to see a hallway. At the end of the hallway, it split into two other hallways. Derpy looked for doors. There was one door on each side of the hallway. She realized there were room numbers and below those, there were the teacher's names. Derpy walked up to one and stared at it. It read, Mr. Thunder. That wasn't her teacher. She looked to the door opposite of the other. Mr. Nimbus. Derpy smiled and walked in. The room before her was the exact length of the hallway. There were chairs made of clouds that got lower each time. It reminded Derpy of a stadium cut in half. At the bottom was a stage with a podium on the edge. There were a few ponies already sitting down. They turned around at the sound of the door opening and closing. They turned back when they realized it was nothing that concerned them. Derpy walked down and took a seat in the second row. There were two ponies next to her. They didn't seem to notice her. A bell rang and more ponies piled in. All of them Pegasi. The room was almost filled up when a Pegasus stallion walked up to the podium. He had brown hair and a yellow coat. His cutie mark was of a movie film. He had a pencil tucked behind his ear and he was wearing a suit. Two holes cut for his wings.

"Hello, class. My name is Cumulo Nimbus. You may call me Mr. Nimbus. In this class you shall learn about what makes a Pegasus a Pegasus. If you would please reach under your seat you will find a paper to take notes on." Derpy froze. She didn't bring a pencil. She turned to the pony next to her.

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" She asked. The pony looked up at her and looked away almost immediately.

"Ummm... let me check... no, sorry," the filly said looking inside her bag. But the weird thing was, Derpy swore she had seen the tip of a pencil. But then again, she didn't look very closely. Derpy looked across from her to see a foal, he reached inside his bag and pulled out two pencils. He stared at them both and put one away. Derpy asked for his attention. "Uh, excuse me, may I borrow a pencil?" the foal looked up and stared at Derpy. He turned away and Derpy could hear a quiet laugh come from him. He turned back.

"Sorry, I gave my other one to my friend," he obviously lied. The sound of some pony clearing their throat caught Derpy's attention. She turned to see Mr. Nimbus staring at her.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Ms.?" he asked. Derpy looked around to see all eyes on her. Some ponies were laughing. Derpy turned red. She began to stutter.

"N-no, I... I was... w-was just," Derpy tried to speak but all she could think of was all of the eyes on her. For some reason the laughter grew louder, although she was certain it wasn't. Derpy's eyes watered in embarrassment.

"She doesn't have a pencil," Morning Mist said, saving Derpy. Derpy looked down, silently thanking Morning Mist.

"Ah, well, in that case, you can use mine," Mr. Nimbus said, walking to Derpy and handing her the pencil that was once behind his ear.

"Thank you," Derpy said, barely audible.

"Your welcome, Ms-"

"Derpy," Derpy finished. Mr. Nimbus returned to his podium.

"Now, let's begin with how many bones are in a single wing." Derpy began to write on her paper. What had just happened already brushed away. She wouldn't forget the way Morning Mist had helped her, though. No, definitely not.