Time Turner sighed he hadn't remembered Gallopfrey since he had arrived on Earth about a year ago, it was strange how he still remembered the warm sunlight coming off of the two suns and never being afraid of ridicule, he was always the youngest but he was a foal didn't know anything else he was basically still a newborn and at his home everypony on this planet would be treated like an indolence. He looked up at Ms Foalster who was patiently waiting for an explanation, he couldn't tell her he wasn't from earth it was already clear he wasn't from Equestria because of his northern accent, he was made fun of by that already, he didn't want any Doctors involved with him.
"Carrodiff..." he repeated to him self trying to explain the Gallopfreyan script inside his head, he might have a high IQ but coming up with plans wasn't his greatest strength. Then a though hit him and Time Turner ran over to a small desk with pencils and crayons. Throwing papers aside he sat down in a chair and started drawing on the desk, Strokes of grey and silver to make mountains, two orange suns and a burnt orange sky. Red grass and The large citadel surrounded in a glass dome. Right when Ms Foalster was about to leave, Time Turner turned around and ran toward the door blocking it. "The Script..." he panted. "Its the language of this place." he pointed to his drawing of Gallopfrey on the wood of the desk.
"Time Turner..." Ms Foalster was speechless, his artwork was so detailed and realistic like it was a memory hidden deep within. "That's beautiful Turner..." she paused and started walking out of the room get some rest Turner its a big day tomorrow."
"What makes it different from today?"
"Its a weekend."
Turner jumped excitedly and pushed Ms Foalster out of his room. Taking off his traditional prydonian robe and jumping into bed, slowly dosing off.

Author's Note

Please comment if you have any critique of how I can make this story better it will really help a lot.