Tori Scarlen

Right. What’s next on this list? ... Gym. I wonder what that is...

I walked into the gym room, and I looked at the ones around me. HE was there, much to my displeasure. He stared at me, and I looked at the floor. A large man with a green hat with a feather in it walks into the room. He does NOT look good in green tights. Rarity would die if she saw that.

“He looks like Peter Pan!”

“What is he wearing?!”

“Coach looks ridiculous!”

“Alright, class. I am dressed as Robin Hood. And what does Robin Hood do?”

“Steal!”

“Give to the poor!”

“No.” said the coach. “He shoots ARROWS. and this unit, we are going to go through a crash course on Olympic archery.”

“Sweet!”

“Cool!”

“I’m gonna die...”

The coach continued on his ramble. “When your parents signed the release forms, they let me have my way with this class. Although, I do have another motive. Our archery team blows this year, and I’m scouting for new recruits. So do your best, and you might win a shiny trophy for my cabinet one day! So everybody, partner up! Time to get shooting!”

Me and HIM were the only ones left, so we were stuck with each other. We lined up in lane six, bows in our hands.

“Hi, I’m Jordan Beale. I don’t think we were introduced properly.” He reached out his hand to shake.

Wait, what do I call myself? That woman called me...

“Tori. Tori Scarlen. A pleasure.”

“Uh, can we talk later? I kinda wanted to ask you about...” he trailed off.

“Uh, sure. After school. But later. I want to try this ‘archery’. It looks cool.”

I picked up an arrow from the box, and tried to copy the stance that the coach showed me. I aimed for the target, adjusted for wind and air resistance, and let the arrow fly. Unfortunately, it missed, and I hit a tree fifty yards out. I tried again, and this time, I nicked the target. Most of the other girls were chatting or they couldn’t pull the string back far enough.

Jordan went next. He raised the bow to his shoulder, and let his arrow fly. It hit the target dead center.

“Good form, Beale!” yelled the coach. His arrows were all on target as well.

Jordan rubbed the back of his neck. “My dad’s a big weapons fanatic. He taught me to use the bow, as well as machetes, knives, and even uzi sub machine guns. I’m a good shot.”

“Can you help me then?”

“Sure. First thing to do is...”

‘I. Am. Going. Insane.

What am I doing? I need to find a way back to Equestria! Not socialize with Jordan and learn how to fire a bow! Although, I did get pretty good at it.’

Twilight shook her head.

‘Right now, the only way I can get home is to get answers from Jordan. Him and his dad seem to be interested in magic. I could really use some help.’

I sat down in the courtyard, and thought. I absentmindedly picked at my hair, and one strand came out. At the root tip, a small bit of purple shone. So my roots were showing.

It’s after class, and I had no ideas except talking to Jordan. Luckily for me, Jordan was entering the courtyard.

“Hey, Tori!”

“Oh, hi Jordan.”

“Are you okay, you seem down.”

“No, no, just thinking. Is there anywhere more private we can talk? I don’t feel comfortable in this setting.”

“Sure. How about the gym storage closet? I used to hide there all the time.”

“Why not?”

“You can do magic?:” Jordan and I were in the gym closet. I was sitting on a pile of old balls in ball bags, and he was sitting on the floor.

“Um... yes. But I don’t really know if I can tell the truth about me yet. All I can tell you is that where I’m from, magic is pretty much commonplace.” I leaned forward. Just don’t tell any-”

The closet door opened, and I was startled. I tumbled forward, and landed on Jordan. He caught me, and our lips met.

“No. Fucking. Way. How is this possible?!”

“How in the world did you get your hooks in Jordan motherfucking Beale! He’s a legend in this school! Untouchable! It’s impossible that a whore like you could ever get Jordan!”

A brunette with WAY too much make-up pulled me out of the closet and rammed me up on a wall.

“Jordan wouldn’t date ME, and I asked him dozens of times. How would YOU get him?”

She punched me in the face.

Again.

Again.

And again.

I start bleeding.

Again.

Again.

And again.

She punches me again, and bones crunch. My nose is sunken into my face, and blood dripped from my chin. I slumped to the floor.

“Let’s see if he wants you now, bitch.”

And she walked away.

I noticed Jordan staring at my face, him looking impressed, and I swelled with pride.

I didn’t shed a single tear.

A/N: I’m baaaaaaaack! How do you like my comeback chapter? Some mild swearing, but that’s okay. I hope I can stick to my plot this time.