A little more than normal

My name is Twilight Sparkle...Well no it's not, but I thought it sounded pretty and Its not very often you can pick your own name. My parents were quite happy when i was born...That is to say my father was as my mother died post birth...Heart attack, I've gotten over it and Dad was a good man, however he wasn't very bright. He worked in construction...not doing the math, heavy lifting mostly. It was a shock to him to learn I had an i.q of 448 and could move things with my mind. That being the case he didn't quite know how to handle that, nor did my schoolmates, please note I was 6 and I was correcting Einstein's Theory of Relativity I'd explain it here but I don't quite think you'd understand...No offense, its just complicated for most people to comprehend the intricate counter theory I perfected...At 6... Nonetheless I was immediately pulled out of that school and put onto a list for a special School Meant for people like me, with unique talents. It took 11 years to build it and finally Im off to a school that is statically the only place I may learn anything.

"Morning Dad."

"Ugh...Twi...it's 5am..."

"I know. Can I go make Breakfast?"

"C-course Twi...Can I go to back to bed?"

"Absolutely not. I havent been to a single school capable of truly educating me in 11 years and the general tradition is that you see me off on my first day."

He lazily rolled out of bed and hit the ground of the carpeted bed room with an echoing thud. After pulling himself up and dragging himself downstairs he-being my father- made his way to the table where he usually sat, my father being a creature of habbit.

"Good morning Twilight,"

"Good morning Daddy."

"How has your morning been?"

'It's been satisfactory, but I've only been awake for about three hours... I'm prepared for the worst."

My dad sighed then, like he usually does when I'm preparing for the future.

"Twi... I mean, ya know it's gonna be ok right? You'll be fine. This place is gonna have kids just like you, you'll have so much in common, I mean, you'll have so much in common that... hmmm..."

'That I'll think I'm a clone?"

"That you'll feel like a clone! Thank you!"

"Dad, I don't want to feel like my dna has been dublicated roughly a thousand times over. That would probably lead to genetic degradation and whatever the product was would be-"

"Anxious about her first day of school?"

" 'her' is not the propper word for what whatever 'it' would be by then... But you're implying that I'm anxious... I am not... And thank you for packing my pepper spray next to those delicious zebra cakes I love, it was a wonderful surprise."

"Twi I didn't-"

Theres a pause as my father realizes I made my own lunch because he forgot... Again...