New Beginnings

My name is Warming Hearth, but people usually call me Warmin, for short. I lived an average life with an average family, but that all changed once I had entered Canterlot High. I was just a timid colt in the midst of many ponies who we're bigger and stronger than me, but it was nothing surprising.  During the first days I was alone, coming from a private school in Appleloosa, I had no friends, and wasn't very good at making them either. One normal day, I was speeding through the hallways, bobbing through waves of pones when, suddenly, I slammed head first into a grey mass,  the force of the impact knocking me down. "Watch where you're going, pisshead!" A strange stallion was standing over me, eyes covered by pitch black shades, wearing an intimidating leather jacket. Having read enough stories to see where this was  going I brace myself for the worst. (Just make it quick...) Nothing happens. I slowly open one eye to see the guy - smirking? Not to mention way too close. "Alright, since you bumped into me like an idiot, you better find a way to pay up, quick. What's your name?"

"It's Warmin, can I go please? I don't want to be late."

He frowns, and says, "Fine, but remember: you owe me."

I was late to class that day.