Canterlot High

A young, purple unicorn- around the age of 15- trotted over to the iron gates. She gulped nervously.

"Honey!" A white unicorn with a purple and greying mane called her over, "You almost forgot your saddlebag!" The younger pony rolled her eyes and went over to what seemed to be her mother.

"Thaaaanks." She said, snatching the bag. She placed it on her back and set on her way. She could hear her mum from the distance yelling someting about a kiss but no way was she going to embarrass herself this time! She started to gallop towards the closing gates, just making it. She started to calm down, but then the buzzer sounded. She face hoofed realising there was no time to hang around. She HAD to get to registration before the second bell. She ran through the narrow hallways, crashing into angry ponies along the way; not the best first impression. She looked at her information sheet, scanning for the room number. Meanwhile, tutor was starting and the unicorn STILL wasn't there.

"I am Miss Harshwinny and I shall be your new form tutor this academic year. I am going to read the register and you must answer LOUD and CLEAR." The teacher explained. She put on her glasses and cleared her throat.

"Whooves?"

"Here."

"Dash?"

"Here."

"Doo?"

"Hello!

"Yes. Sparkle? … SPARKLE?!" Miss. Harshwinny requested. She scowled and was about to cross of the name, when a flustered pony burst through the door.

"H-h- here." She answered.

"Twilight Sparkle this is NOT an appropriate or professional first impression; I will have to assign you a sanction, now sit." Miss. Harshwinny scolded. Twilight sighed and sat next to a country filly with white freckles. The mare turned her head and smiled sweetly at the unicorn.

"Howdy Twi! I'm AppleJack." She whispered, holding out her hoof. Twilight reluctantly shook the orange hoof, then grinned awkwardly.

"Hope you fit in okay, but if not, ah'll be right here for ya!" Applejack offered, facing the front of the class. Twilight liked this ground pony; she liked her a lot.

"Hey Sparkle-pants; nice first impression!" A posh voice sneered. Twilight's ears twitched with confusion. Applejack snorted in frustration and tensed.

"What's wrong, Apple-PIG! Miss your mud?" The same voice shot back.

Who was that?