New Kid

"Roman Roland's the name and paranoia is my game." Roman said in a little paranoid voice

"Hey aren't you one of the Dramas?" Dream Writer asked

"When ever I'm not paranoid yes I am."

"Did they send you to try and convert me?"

"No not at all! I just came at my own free will."

"Well why did you come here then?"

"I came to give you some words of inspiration."

"What kind?"

"History repeats. But history can be re-written."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that history repeats itself at times, but history can also be re-written by the choices you make."

"The choices I make?"

"Life is centered around choices my friend." Roman said as he sat next to Dream Writer, "We make bad choices and we make good ones, but you never know the out come if you don't pick one. The choices you make today, might effect the future. Remember that. History repeats. But history CAN be re-written by the right choice be it good or bad."

After that he left and shut the door behind him leaving Dream Writer to himself.

"History repeats. But history can be re-written." Dream Writer repeated to himself

                                        Dawn of the first night

Dream Writer was having a dream that night. He, Flash, and a few other people including the humane six along with Sunset were with him on a great ocean liner called the Empress of Ireland II and they were having a blast until the sky got dark and a fog hit.

"What the!?" Dream Writer shouted

A fog horn soon erupted and the next thing everyone knew the fog lifted and a ship called the Storstad II rammed into Empress of Ireland II's side and the ship began to sink.

"To the lifeboats!" Axel shouted

But the ship was sinking to quickly and in four minutes all Dream Writer could see was black with the words "History repeats. But history can be re-written." repeating in his head until he saw a light.

                                       Dawn of the next day

Dream Writer awoke screaming, "I DON'T WANNA DROWN!" scaring Scaring sunset and two new faces.

"Sunset who are these people with you?" Dream Writer asked, "Oh um sorry for the scare had a terrible dream."

"Well my name's Featerweight. I'm a Techie." said Featherweight

"And I'm Chloe Commons. I'm Normal Norman's cousin." said Chloe

"So you're the new kid that's gotten a lot of attention aren't you. Featherweight stated

"The one and only." dream Writer boasted

"Well I just wanna say that you're lucky it was right next to your lung." Chloe stated

"Exactly!", stated Featherweight, "Just one more inch or centimeter and you would be dead!"

"Thank god that's not the case." Chloe added

"Don't talk religious things like god around me I'm not religious and I don't EVER wanna be involved in a religion." Dream Writer stated

"Have it your way this isn't Burger King." Chloe stated

"I have something for you." Sunset said putting the flowers on the desk next ot Dream Writer

"Thanks Sunset."

"Hope you make a speedy recovery." Featherweight said as he left, Sorry I have to go so soon, got a text from Nolan North to meet up at the gang's meet up."

"I've gotta go to I just remembered that Norman needs help with asking out Rarity." Chloe stated

"Ah go on ahead we'll meet up again later anyways." Dream Writer stated

"True on that." the two said as they left

"I've gotta go too." Sunset said, "I told Flash I'd help him teach Twilight how ot play the electric guitar as soon as I gave you the flowers."

"Take your time is what I say so go on." Dream Writer said

With a nod Sunset left Dream Writer alone and out from nowhere he took out a picture of him and Blackquill before the break up.

"Champions of the 8th grade talent show." Dream Writer quietly said, "It's been nearly three years since that day. I was nervous, scared, but me and Blackquill were ready."

                                              Three years ago...

"And finally up next is Dream Writer and Blackquill!" Stated Principal Sombra

"Back then we were nobodies. Nothing but outcasts'. In fact when we appeared everyone laughed excluding the staff."

"DORKS!" shouted Jockhead

"We tapped the microphone and it all began..."

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Blackquill (past): The snow glows white on the mountain tonight.

Not a footprint to be seen.

A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen.

Blackquill (Present): The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.

Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried.

Dream Writer (Past): Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be.

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.

Well now they know.

Dream Writer (Present): Let it go, let it go.

Can't hold it back anymore.

Let it go, let it go.

Turn away and slam the door.

I don't care what they're going to say.

Let the storm rage on.

The cold never bothered me anyway.

Blackquill (Past): It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small.

And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all.

It's time to see what I can do.

To test the limits and break through.

No right, no wrong, no rules for me.

I'm free.

Blackquill (Present): Let it go, let it go.

I am the one with the wind and sky.

Let it go, let it go.

You'll never see me cry.

Here I stay and here I stay.

Let the storm rage on.

Drema Writer (Past): My power flurries through the air into the ground.

My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.

And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast.

I'm never going back, the past is in the past.

Dream Writer (Past and Present) and Blackquill (Past and Present): Let it go, let it go!

And I'll rise like the break of dawn!

Let it go, let it go!

That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand in the light of day!

Let the storm rage on!

Dream Writer (Present): The cold never bothered me anyway.

                            Present...

Dream Writer put the picture down and went to sleep with one tear falling form his eye as he went to sleep.

                                     Two weeks later...

"Now remember." Stated the nurse as I left the building

"Call if the patch starts to bleed I know." Dream Writer stated as he left

Dream writer walked the rest of the way home. He was gonna call his parents, but he thought some fresh air was all he needed. He then went through the park and sat on a bench and looked up at the sky.

"Well. I official don't know which group to pick." Dream writer said out loud

"What do you mean group?"

Dream Writer turned his head behind him to see a police officer behind him.

"Officer I-"

"Don't worry son you're not in trouble. Name's Quick Attack. My son Flash Sentry goes to your school."

"So do you know about the whole group problem over at school too?" Dream Writer asked as Quick Attack sat next to him

"Flash told me and since you're the new kid you've gotta pick a side."

"That sums it up."

"Believe it or not, when I became the new kid at Canterlot High I had to pick a side as well."

"Who did you choose?"

"The Athletes. Became number one in the group, and what I didn't expect next was that everyone became my friend afterwords."

"Really? They didn't care about which side you were on?"

"Not at all. Because I learned that when it comes ot life choices such as picking a side and tough like that you usually go with the winning team."

"But you never truly know if you ARE on a winning team don't you."

"Exactly. History is filled with people who couldn't decide which side to be on. But in the end they are remembered anyways as either the winner, loser, or the neutral person."

"So what you're saying is that it won't matter which side I'll be on?"

"Never has, never will be is what I say."

"Well thanks for the advice Quick Attack I needed it." Dream Writer said as he got up

"And if you ever need anymore my door is always open." Quick attack said as he left

Dream Writer then looked up and thought hard. he then looked straight foward and closed his eyes and after a second or two he opened them.

"Look out Canterlot High." Dream Writer said as he pulled out some scissors from his left pocket, "Because I've made up my mind."