Tori Scarlen

Human math is much too easy. This is supposed to be “Senior Year”, right? Back at the Academy, seniors were doing math related to curves and subjective angles, called “calculus”. Not triangles. Triangles were too easy for seniors. And this class was called Geometry Ten, right? But seniors have done up to fifteen years, no less than twelve, back at the academy. Am I really that stupid? Well, maybe I am, because I had to stare at other humans for at least ten minutes before learning how to write. But after that, it came easily. I finish the last problem on the sheet, and wait. Ten minutes later, the teacher (for it was obviously a teacher) calls for the papers, and announces that it would be taken up as a quiz grade.

“Every warm-up is either a quiz or a daily grade in this class, so do them or fail.”

He picks up the papers, then starts the lesson on Pythagoras and his theorem on triangles. I ignore what he was saying, as it was deathly boring. As he finished, I had the entire theorem memorized, and wasted no paper. No need to take notes on something so trivial.

After class, I am confronted by three humans, girls by the look of it, who immediately began asking questions in an aggressive manner.

“What did you do this morning?”

“Why were you not at cheer practice?”

“What did you do to Brandon?”

“I saw him sulking by the vending machines. Why was he sulking?”

“Aren’t you his girlfriend?”

“Why weren’t you there to comfort him?”

“Why were you in class on the clique’s ditch day?”

“How did you forget ditch day?”

“First of the semester, every year since freshman year!”

All the questions were hurting my brain, so I took the easy way out.

“Excuse me, but I have to get to class.”

I push one of them aside, and start walking to the map on the wall to find my geography class. But one of them cuts me off, and I am surrounded by all three of them.

“Wait.. I know! You broke up with Brandon, didn’t you!” She slaps me in the face. “How could you do that to that poor boy! That’s just cruel!”

“Unfortunately for my psychologist, I’m feeling rather cruel." I said. "And I also need to get to class.”

“What is wrong with you today?” Took the words right out of my mouth. My personality isn't what it used to be. But I don’t care. “You’re acting like you actually like school! Recite the clique motto: Future models and celebrities don’t need school. All we need is cheer and cash.”

Shallow, much? But the girls keep pestering me, and it got me all riled up. Without thinking, my anger flared. The tall one slams into the wall with a push of magic.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to class.”

And I walk calmly away, without a backward glance. Everyone is gawking at my nerve, or maybe at the ripple of violet that ran through my hair.

“I saw that.”

A tall, muscular boy with brown hair in a white shirt walks up to me. Thin, with a look about him that made me feel safe, it also seemed he had no lack in the brains department. He was actually kinda cute... no, Twilight. You are a pony, and you will return home. No time for relationships.

It’s after geography, and the school is about to break for lunch.

“You saw what?”

“What you did in the hallway. I saw it, and I almost didn’t believe it. But it was real. I SAW it!”

“What did you see?” I squinted at him suspiciously.

“TK!” He was jumping around in excitement. “Telekinesis! Force fields, manipulation, whatever, but you pushed that girl with your mind! It was incredible!”

“What?!”

“You did. No point in denying it, so ha! I caught someone using TK in real life, before my dad did! Wait until I show him this!”

He grabs my wrist in an iron lock, probably more out of excitement than force.

“Come on, let’s go!”

There is no one in the hallway, so I decided a bit of magic wouldn't hurt. He knew, after all.

FLASH

I teleport three feet away, and start running.

“What?” He stands there for a moment, confused, then excitement fills his voice. “Teleportation! This is the best day ever!” And he faints on the spot. I hear his body hit the floor.

Man, I blew my secret so fast? I’ll have to avoid him. Time for lunch.

I look inside my backpack, find a paper sack and pull it out. There’s a sandwich inside, but I don’t really know what’s inside. But I eat it anyway. It was good! Lettuce, and a few discs of red things that were salty but tasty anyways. A slice of cake, and some juice finish the meal. Satisfactory, if not anything else. Afterward, I needed a quiet place to review this planet’s geography, so I went to my favorite place ever: the library.

Oh, Celestia. The guy was there. The tall one screaming about TK. Luckily, he was the only one there, and in the back. Let’s see if I remember that invisibility spell... perfect. He was sitting at a desk, doing something on a big machine. I sneak up invisibly on him, and look at what he was doing. He was typing something. Equestria Daily... that seemed interesting...! Wait. Is that Cherrilee... Scootaloo... so many ponies! He went scrolling through the pictures. Almost everypony I knew was there, in picture or art form. This is a revelation for me, but unfortunately, I sorta squeaked a little. He looks behind him and sticks out his hand, and touches my stomach.

“Eep!” I materialize in front of him, the purple still fading from my hair.

“What else can you do?...” he whispered softly. His eyes were soft in wonder.

I did what any sensible unicorn would have done. I teleported away.

A/N: Chapter two is done. I took the opportunity to practice present tense, so tell me any mistakes you find. Note: all things in purple italics are magic related, just as an experiment. I hope you enjoy her first day of human high school... KTHXBAI!