A New World

Applebloom gulped, craning her neck and gazing up at the school. CherryBlossom Elementary. Applebloom read the words out loud.

"CherryBlossom Elementary? What does that mean?" Scootaloo just shrugged her shoulders and SweetieBelle gaped up at the school. Applebloom prodded SweetieBelle.

"Come on now, SweetieBelle. We'll find our classroom somehow." SweetieBelle snapped her gaze away and nodded, looking at the doubledoors. Scootaloo clapped her brittle sticks and, surprisingly, the soft skin made a loud click. Applebloom shared a look with her friends and, simultaneously, they walked towards the doors.

Applebloom and her friends were shuffling down the hallways. Applebloom glanced nervously from door to door. Suddenly Scootaloo gasped, prodding her shoulder and pointing. It was Miss Cheerilee! They were so lucky. Applebloom bounced over to Miss Cheerilee,

her friends following excitedly.

"Boy, are we glad we ran into ya, Miss Cheerilee! We wanted ta, uh, walk with ya to the classroom

today! We all wanted ta tell ya what a special teacher yer to us, and-" Applebloom broke off, seeing the confused expression on  Miss Cheerilees' face.

"Well I am very flattered that you think I am a special teacher, Applebloom, but what are you talking about? I'm not your teacher." Applebloom widened her eyes.

"What- Whaddya mean yer not our teacher?!" Miss Cheerilee looked at her lovingly.

"I am very glad that you would like me to be your teacher, but sadly, you have to stay in Mrs. Tantens' class." Miss Cheerilee looked at   me sadly. Suddenly she stopped in front of a classroom.

"Have a nice day, Applebloom! You too, Scootaloo, SweetieBelle." She nodded as she walked into the classroom. Applebloom looked at her friends, horrified.

"Mrs. Tanten?! Who in da hay is that?"

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Scootaloo wandered the halls with her two best friends, worried. They were going to have a different teacher than Miss Cheerilee. "Do you

think she's.... mean?" SweetieBelle squeaked, voicing Scootaloos' thoughts out loud. Suddenly a heavy weight landed on Scootaloos' shoulder, and she whipped around, staring into the face of another person. She had a big, silly grin plastered on her face. Blue skin and vibrant pink eyes, and a kind of mohawk-ish hairstyle, one side of her hair hanging down and the other side in a mohawk. She took her hand off Scootaloos' shoulder. "Hi, Scoots!

Hows it been gooooing? Awesome to see ya! Wanna walk to class with me?" Scootaloo stared at her. Finally Scootaloo managed to open

her mouth. "Wha.... what?" The girl rolled her eyes. "Do ya wanna walk to class? Hey, what's wrong? You look surprised. Did I scare ya?"

Scootaloo blinked. "Uh.... yeah. Who are you?" The girl laughed. "Scoots, it's me- your best friend, Strider?" She just looked at her with a blank expression. "Uh.... yeah." She finally managed to utter. "Yeah.... Yeah let's go then." Strider smiled that silly grin again and put her

arm around Scootaloos' shoulder, starting to walk through the crowd of people in the other direction down the hall. Scootaloos' friends

started to follow, but Strider turned around and stared at them. "What are you doing?" She asked. "You should be going to class." Then

Strider smiled. "You will see Scootaloo after school." SweetieBelle looked at Stider, confused.

"Aren't we going to Mrs. Tantens class?" She asked. Strider just looked at her in disgust. "Yes, go to your class." She replied. Then she looked at Applebloom. "Do you have memory loss or something? Scootaloo goes to Mrs. Mards." SweetieBelle and Applebloom stared in confusion at Scootaloo as she was dragged away by Strider. I'm in a different class than my friends. She realized. First my friends and I find out that we are not in Miss Cheerilees' class, then we are separated into different teachers? Scootaloo sighed.

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SweetieBelle and her friend, Applebloom, walked into Mrs. Tantens classroom. They had finally found it, Mrs. Tantens' name written on her door. SweetieBelle backed nervously away, nodding her head for Applebloom to go first. Applebloom looked back at her then slowly, nervously..... Knocked on the hard wooden door.

A tall, pink-skinned figure opened the door. She had sharp square glasses, a sensible, long blue skirt, and a clean white shirt with a taut bow at her neck. The tall lady looked down at them in surprise. "SweetieBelle, Applebloom! There you are! We just started, come on in." The tall figure, which SweetieBelle assumed was the teacher, Mrs. Tanten, creaked the door open a little more and stepped aside.

SweetieBelle followed Applebloom in, and some of the students looked their way. One of them waved at SweetieBelle, smiling.

"Hi, SweetieBelle!" The person said. She had the same, creamy white skin as SweetieBelle, and her hair was a soft red, straight then curled at the end.

SweetieBelle slowly walked towards her, and glanced at the empty seat next to red-hair. It had her nametag on it. Red-hair cocked her head and patted the seat next to her. SweetieBelle sat down and Applebloom went to find her seat, as she read red-hairs nametag on her desk. Her name was Cream.

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Applebloom sat down. On the desk in front of her, her nametag was pinned on the wood. Thank goodness for nametags.

She glanced at the person to the right of her. He was a boy, and when he noticed her staring, he turned his head to glare at her and stuck his tongue out. Applebloom crinkled her eyebrows down and looked to the left. There was a purple-skinned girl and she looked at Applebloom. She smiled and waved a small wave, her blunt teeth gleaming white. "Meet me after class in the hall." She whispered. Then she looked back to the teacher, who was motioning for everyone to stand up for the pledge. I wonder if she's my friend. Applebloom thought.