Letters from St. Valentine's High

Subject: Case Files

From: Woolridge, James

To: Brooklyn, Thomas; Blackwood, Jack; Hathcock, Samuel

Date: 12 April, 2013

Here are the letters from the Pony case I’ve compiled so far. There are more of these letters, too many letters to count. It’s best I give you what I have now so that you guys can can start chasing down leads. I think the letters I’ve attached span a week.

Dear Mom and Dad,

It’s my first day here at St. Valentine’s. I can’t say I like having to go here. It’s a boarding school, so I won’t be home until the school year ends. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss the friends I’ve left behind back at my old school too. Considering the circumstances, I guess it couldn’t be helped.

Anyways, I wanted to talk about my first day here. A lot of people here were surprised to have a new student coming in. I mean, it’s not unusual to get new student, but I entered as a senior. They had apparently been briefed on my arrival for some reason. I’m actually curious about it. Perhaps I’ll ask someone about it when I get the chance.

I was a bit worried about the reaction of people when they would see me. I’m not too sure what I was worried about. It’s just that feeling you get when you do something for the first time. In my case, it was revealing to an entire society that I was a unicorn, a living, breathing, talking unicorn. I’m actually surprised at the school’s reaction. I knew there was going to be a buzz about me, but they weren’t too vocal about it. On the way to the registrar where I was supposed to pick up my room assignment, the people around me looked like they were praying. Actually, scratch that. They were praying. I mean, this is a Christian school, but they were only crossing themselves as I walked by.

Truthfully, I’m afraid. Christians have proven that they can be quite fanatic. I know this makes me sound like a bigot and bad pony at that too. History points a huge finger at that though: the Crusades, the holocaust, discrimination throughout American history. I’m afraid.

The rest of the day was relatively mundane. It was the first day of classes, so all we did was go over classroom procedure. The school system at St. Valentine’s seems very similar to the system back home. Academics should be easy enough for me, but we’ll see soon enough how things will turn out.

I’ll write again tomorrow, there’s still so much to write about and not enough space on this paper.

Until next time,

-Michael

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Hi Mom,

Hi Dad,

I know that you told me to send you emails, as that would be so much easier for us all. The problem is that St. Valentine’s does not have outside contact. Well, they do, it’s just through snail mail. We have computers here at St. Valentine’s, but it seems like there’s only a local area connection set up. Email is out of the picture.

You know what though? I think I prefer to write these letters instead. It feels so much more personal and meaningful to actually write out my thoughts instead of slapping it onto something so... mechanical. I hope you’re alright with that.

First homework assignments were pretty easy. There’s just... a lot of it. It was already mentally taxing enough as a human to deal with large amounts of work. Now that I’m a unicorn, I have no hands, so I need to rely on my unicorn magic to do my homework, which is even more mentally taxing. Doing my homework for too long gives me headaches...

Speaking of my magic, it’s been improving a lot since I first started using it back in June. Using magic still takes a lot of concentration, but it’s getting easier and easier to use everyday! I still can’t do any spells that any of the unicorns do in the show; all I can use is telekinesis. I know this is something that you guys can’t relate to, but my magic is something really important to me as a unicorn.

People are still acting very hushed around me. I can hear the whispers about me and I notice people glancing at me frequently. I’ve even noticed some of the guys with more traditional backgrounds have been crossing themselves. I know you said I’d make friends eventually, but this is ridiculous. Everyone seems to want to have nothing to do with me and it worries me.

It’s getting late; I need sleep for morning classes. Good night Mom and Dad!

-Michael

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Dear Mom and Dad,

Today was pretty normal, whatever normal is around here. Some people are getting a little bold. Instead of just glances like a couple of days ago, some of the bigger kids have been glaring at me. They’re weren’t just staring at me, they were glaring at me hard, as if they were telling me to get out before they snap me in half or something. Could you please write to the school when you get this letter? I’d try to get some help myself, but I’m worried as to what might happen to me on the way to the schoolmaster’s office.

Schoolmaster... so old school...

Old school... I’m in an old school... I geddid

Sorry for that bad pun, I’ve been needing something to distract myself. The bigger kids, in my experience, are usually the more brawn than brain. It’s the weak and quiet guys you need to look out for. I saw a nerdy looking kid, for lack of a better term, staring at me yesterday when I was lounging in the courtyard. He didn’t look like he was going to hurt me, physically anyways. It looked like he was observing me, studying me. I can’t tell for sure; I was only faintly glancing in his direction so that he couldn’t tell that I knew he was watching me. I think he knew anyways.

I don’t know how to react to him. I’m going to be cautious, just to be safe.

I can’t help but get a feeling he’s doesn’t want to hurt me, be my friend even. Maybe that’s just my friendly nature looking for allies. I’m going to need it.

I guess I need to go to bed soon. There’s going to be some kind of morning sermon before class or something of the like. Not that I’ll be attending; my new religion may be difficult for me to explain, and I was an atheist for I got transformed into a unicorn pony. I guess it wouldn’t matter in the end, they probably wouldn’t welcome me in the ceremony hall anyways.

Many religions can be intolerant of other religions, I understand that much. Nowadays we have so many laws against discrimination for any reason and most people nowadays are accepting in the first place anyways. It befuddles me how these guys are so unaccepting and bold. Maybe its the religion; I’ll have to study the school’s religion more.

Write back soon okay?

-Michael

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Dear Mom and Dad,

As expected, they didn’t let me in. I thought if I just participated in their activities, I’d be more accepted. It doesn’t seem that way though. There were several school faculty standing in front of the door to the ceremony hall, and they all had very disapproving looks on their faces. I got the message and left. I guess they didn’t want demons defiling their sacred hall. Did I really call myself a demon? Hooray, I am now the Master Chief.

I went back to the courtyard this afternoon. I wondered if that nerdy looking kid would be coming back. As you might have guessed (because I would not be mentioning this in the first place), he did come back. He was sitting where I was yesterday, but I didn’t make out any particular reason for it other than trying to intimidate me. I simply pretended he wasn’t there and laid down on a patch of grass.

In retrospect, I felt like an asshole for ignoring him when he was trying to get my attention. I’ll explain why very soon. He finally caught my attention when he asked me if I knew anything about My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I swear, my ears shot up like they were boners or something.

Okay, so that’s not exactly the best analogy. You should wash your ears Mom.

Anyways, when he brought up My Little Pony, I got really excited. I guess my gut was right because things went uphill from there. His name is Joey Anderson. Joey is a is brony too and he apparently has been for about a year now.

The school does allow students to go home for the summer, but according to Joey, most of the kids’ time is spent here and spent willingly. Joey’s a bit glad he decided to head home last year.

Tomorrow we’re meeting back here at the courtyard. I wanted to ask him about the school itself, but we got carried away talking about the show and whatnot.

I got work cut out for me tomorrow! I’ll write again soon.

-Michael

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Dear Dad,

Before I start talking about anything, please don’t let Mom read this letter. You’ll probably let her read it anyways, but I think you’ll understand why I don’t want her to read this after you do.

Before that accident that somehow turned me into a pony, I’ve always called myself an atheist. After the accident, there’s this thought that I couldn’t really get out of my head.

I think there may be a god out there, or rather two living goddesses. You see, in the My Little Pony show, ponykind is ruled by two ponies, more specifically, two alicorns. Alicorns are ponies with both wings and a horn. If you don’t know what that looks like, go google the word “alicorn”. That should give you an image of what they look like.

These two Alicorns are Celestia, Princess of the Sun, and Luna, Princess of the Moon. What makes them different from other deities... Well, they’re real. I know they’re real! My existence alone should prove that they’re real... somewhere...

Religion is a stingy topic. I know that. I just... wanted to put it out there. I don’t know how comfortable you are reading about this, so just in case I’ll go ahead and change the topic.

Joey told me a little more about St. Valentines High when we met back at the courtyard. St. Valentines is a Christian school. You and I know that much. More specifically, St. Valentines happens to be Roman Catholic. I don’t know much about the Roman Catholics and Joey told me it would be easier if I just did personal research on it rather than having him try to teach me about it.

I agree. I’ll be putting that on my daily workload along with homework and studies. Maybe I’ll get an explanation as to why everyone hates or is afraid of me.

I’ve an entire religion to research so I’ll be heading off now. Take care!

-Michael