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It's lunch break, our little cream colored friend Bloody just barely survived the most embarrassing moment of her life. She slowly walks to the cafeteria to get some food while she relives the entire painful experience of this mornings tragedy.

"Who are you?" Mr. Gale, the literature professor shouts as her magical alarm blares through the ginormous classroom. "BLOODY INKWELL" shouts Bloody as she tries her best to hold back tears that are beginning to swell in her eyes. Mr. Gale walks up to her and puts an aurora on her "charmed" alarm clock wrapped around her leg that stops the blaring noise. "Now we were just taking a pre-assessment. Get to your seat. Now. And no more interruptions."

She then shook her head as she tumbled into another pony just walking by. "Sorry" she says as she looks up at the pony to try to identify their features. "Hey no problem.. Hey wait a minute you're that one pony that had the alarm clock!" Bloody Inkwell awkwardly tries to swallow back tears as she pauses for an even more awkward time. "Yeah.. You have literature first thing too?" "No, I just heard your siren and rumors." Slowly gaining back her senses, she notices more details of the pony. Lavender hair with glimmering light blue highlights, and an unclean, dark purple pelt that looks like a scrubbed carpet. Her eyes had a temporarily tired, worn out look to them. "I have some physical class, I don't care to learn the name, I'm bad at it anyway." Bloody Inkwell looked her up and down, wondering why these colors exist now, because they almost look nasty on this pony. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. So what was your name again?" "Sterling Starlight" "Sterling Starlight? What a dumb name." Thought Bloody Inkwell as she started a bit of an awkward silence "So what are you eating for lunch?" Asked Sterling "I thought I might go and get a coffee from Celestia-Bucks" "Hey me too, how about we wait in line together, it's better having company than waiting alone, right?" Inkwell shook her head and they went off to get some coffee.

When Bloody Inkwell got back to her dorm, she fell over on her bed buzzed out from all that coffee. At the register at Celestia-Bucks she remembered forgetting all her bits at her dorm and Sterling generously offered to buy one but accidentally got her a grande, which was way too much for our poor filly Inkwell to handle. She spent a half an hour thinking about everything they talked about and how much she couldn't wait for the next day. It turned out she had one class with Sterling which was Algebra II. She quickly finished the homework she had and began writing.

Writing has been her favorite hobby since she was a little filly. She'd constantly write creative stories to her parents who gave her up to her grandparents because they were too young and inexperienced to have children. Only until last year have they decided to contact her back, which has been the best year of her life.

At 11 pm she shut off the lights and went straight to bed.