A Long Way From Home

Time Turner walked the twenty mile walk from the castle to his home on the other side of town arriving at almost sun set, he was still fascinated with Equestrias solar system the sun and moon being risen and set by alicorns, he was raised on knowing of science not punny pony magic.
As he opened the door he was greeted with a welcome smile from an old earth pony with a seafoam green mane and tail, baby blue coat, and elegant blue violet eyes. "Welcome back Time Turner."
"Hello Ms, Foalster." He replied with a glum tone in his voice and continued to walk through the hall up to his room, when Ms, Foalster noticed his missing bag.
"Time Turner, where's your bag?" She asked
"I lost it.." He lied then walked up the stairs to his attic bedroom.
The corridors where quiet as he walked down the halls and those that weren't went dead silent until he Time Turner had past. There was only about 20 fillies and colts who lived at Ms, Fosters Home for Abandoned Foals and at least he wasn't the youngest there but he was still shuned out of all activity's vqcause he was different, what's wrong with being unique? He would always tell him self while walking down the silent halls.

Time Turner settled down. On a small bed pulling out a pencil and paper from a spare bag and starting to write a letter in Gallopfreyan so only him or a time pony could read it.
There came a knock at the door and Time Turner dropped his pencil and looked up as Ms, Foalster walked in. "Turner, I got a call from your school teacher."
"What did he say?" He swallowed hard he didn't want to get into trouble at his home.
"You need to study some extra to catch up in class." She pulled out a dusty old book and placed it on his bed.
He sighed was that all he could read that book quickly and be over and done with his studies, he picked up the book flipping over the back cover, it was just a simple book on quantum physics, he already read it. He began flipping through the pages commenting in gallopfreyan so Ms Foalster couldn't under stand what he was saying.
"What language is that Turner?" Ms, Foalster sat down on the edge of Time Turner's small bed eyeing the letter that he had wrote.
"Its the language of my people." Time Turner said nonchalantly as he flipped through the pages.
Ms, Foster was confused, she knew English and he wasn't speaking it "Your from Carrodiff correct?"
Time Turner look up realizing he had been talking about Gallopfrey. "Yeah... Carrodiff"