My Life as Singsia

I went to my locker and got my brown lunch bag. I held it in my mouth and walked with my friends to the cafeteria. Too bad I can't levitate objects like a unicorn.

We sat down at the table. For lunch I had a daisy sandwich, grapes, and an apple juice box.

"So Button Mash. When did you move here?" Sweetie Belle asked him after taking a bite of her apple.

"I moved here last week."

"What do you like to do?" I asked him.

"I like playing video games."

I looked over at Sweetie Belle when he said this.

"Do you like MineCraft?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Yeah."

"Me too!" she said, happily.

"So Scootaloo. How did you hit your head?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Oh. Uh. I don't really want to talk about it."

"Okay." I said, a little disappointed.

"Hey Blank Flank." Diamond Tiara said.

"Okay. That term is getting old. You need to pick a new one." I said, turning around. I turned back around and ate a grape.

"Whatever." After she said that, she walked away.

"Good job. You handled it well." Scootaloo said, smiling.

"Thanks."

"So what are we going to do after school?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"We could go to the clubhouse." Every pony agreed.

"You guys have a clubhouse?" Button asked.

"Uh huh. Hey! Maybe y'all could join us." Apple Bloom said, smiling.

"Sorry. I have a dentist appointment. Maybe next time."

"Okay." we said.

"So. How do you like it here so far?" Dinky asked Button.

"It's a really nice town."

"We're glad you like it." Snowdrop said, happily. I stared at my food and just moved it around a bit. I was pretty sad all of the sudden.

"What's wrong Singsia?" Dinky asked me.

"Huh? Oh sorry. I was just thinking."

"About what?" Scootaloo asked.

"I'll tell you when you tell me what really happened to your head."

"I told you. I hit on a table."

"Scoots. I'm not stupid. What really happened? You can tell me."

"No I can't."

"Why not? Why can't you trust me?" I asked, firmly.

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean?"

"If I tell you, you'll be heartbroken. I can't do that to a friend."

"You can tell me. I'll go first if you promise to tell me."

"Ok fine. I promise." she said, annoyed.

"Pinkie promise?" I asked.

"*sigh* Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye."

"Okay. It's not fair. I'm in 8th grade, and I still don't have my cutie mark."

"Don't worry. You'll get one." Sweetie Belle said.

"I know." I said, softly.

"Your turn." I said, looking at Scootaloo.

"Fine. I.... I jumped off a cliff."

"On purpose?" I asked, worriedly. She nodded her head.

"Why?!"

"I'll tell you at the clubhouse. Its a long story." she said, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Okay." I said, drinking my apple juice. The bell rang a few minutes later.

The rest of the day was the same. Science, math, Diamond Tiara, the usual. I'm not sure why they put the first day of school on a Friday, but I'm pretty glad they did.