Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Oh god, there's that annoying sound again...

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

I would turn it off, but then I would have to get up.

It got louder. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"UGGHHH!!!" I jumped off my bed, and made a beeline towards my alarm clock, which was on a shelf a few feet away, and slammed the power button. "I knew I shouldn't have let her touch it."

I guess I must've made a huge racket, because a few seconds later, the door opened and my sister let herself in

"Hey, Grey!" She said with a grin. "Glad to see the upgrades I made to your alarm clock actually got you out of bed."

I glared at her. "You couldn't have at least changed the alarm noise to something less annoying? And how many times have I told you stop calling me that?"

She laughed. "I'll stop calling you that when YOU stop being the middle man for practically every situation, which I highly doubt you will!"

I groaned, knowing full well that she was right. Seeing my discomfort, she patted my head.

"Hey, come on! Don't feel that bad about it. Honestly, you being peacemaker is one of the reasons why I'm glad you're my twin brother!"

I smiled. "Thanks, Aya. I appreciate it." My sister chuckled and motioned to follow her.

"Great! Now come on! I just finished cooking some breakfast; it's your favorite, Vienna Sausage."

I felt my mouth water. "Coming!" And I ran into the kitchen.

My name is Blank Canvas. I'm 17 years of age, and I have recently been transferred between schools, and the one I've been transferred to is called Canterlot High School. The one who cooked the amazing food, of which I am currently devouring, is my twin sister Aya, who currently goes to Crystal Prep, my former high school. The story of how I was transferred from Crystal Prep, to CHS, is a bit complicated, but I'm just going say that it involved two people arguing in Culinary class, and I just happened to be holding a frying pan. After that happened, I was told I would be going to CHS for the rest of my senior year, and it would've been fine if CHS was a bit closer so that I can walk to it. To remedy this problem, my sister rented an apartment that was of an equal distance from CHS to Crystal, and offered to give me a ride in her car until graduation.

"Hey, Grey! Are you ready!" Aya called out.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I wandered out of my room wearing my favorite oufit, a black zipped shirt combo, vinyl pants, a pair of black loafers, my black vinyl messenger bag, and to complete the look, a black fedora with a white line going across the top.

My sister chuckled. "Don't you think you're overdoing it with the black, Canvas?"

I shrugged. "Probably, but you can't argue that the look fits me."

She thought for a second and nodded. "I guess it kinda does." She then pointed towards the door. "You're ready?"

"Yeah, let's get going." We immediately left her apartment, got into her car, and drove off.

As I sat in the passenger seat of the car, my mind instantly wandered to the school I was going to. I didn't really know a lot about CHS, the only things I did know about it is that they always lose to Crystal Prep in some stupid competition called the Friendship Games (I really want to meet the person who originally named it) , of which neither me nor my sister never actually been to, because all of the Crystal students never shut up about how CHS is an inferior school, so we never bothered going, even when we did get in trouble later.

Actually, speaking of the Friendship Games....

I turned my head towards my sister. "You know, the Friendship Games are only a couple of months away." My sister gives me a quizzical look before turning her attention to the road again.

"They are, but why should we care? We've never competed in them before."

"Aya, think about it. This year, I'm going to CHS." I see my sister's mouth starting to slowly turn into a smile. "When was the last time we competed against each other?"

Before she could respond however, she stopped the car. Confused, I looked around and realized she was parked in the front of the main building of the school.

"Well, we're here!" She said, and then looked at me with a serious look. "Remember Grey, you can bring common ground to anybody who is arguing, but try not to go overboard, even if their reason for fighting is completely stupid."

I rolled my eyes and exited the car. I waved my sister goodbye and was walking to the main entrance until I she called out to me.

"Canvas!" I turned around to see her with a confident look. "What you said earlier, if it means we can finally know which twin is better, then I'll gladly participate in the games!" I continued staring at her as she left the parking lot and out of my sight.

I sighed, and I continued my path into the school building, already aware that someone was watching me.

"Having your hair color be a red and yellow combo kinda makes being stealthy entirely pointless." I thought as I entered the building.

"Wow." I thought. "This place might not as fancy as Crystal Prep, but the layout of the interior is still kind of impressive."

I stood in front of the main entrance (or my case exit) as I observed the huge area. There were several trophy cases surrounding the area, all of which belonged to a variety of sports or competitions. As I looked over all of them, I noticed that all of the Soccer trophies that were displayed are for 1st place, all of them, except for the one that was for CHS Vs. Crystal, that trophy was for 2nd.

While I continued to look over the trophies and decorations, I heard someone speak so quietly, I almost missed it.

"Umm..are you the transfer student?"

"Yeah, I am." I turned to the person who was speaking, who was a girl that was currently trying to hide behind her light pink hair. "Are you the one who's supposed to give me a tour?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm Fluttershy." Then she started fidgeting, obviously trying to force out what she was going to say next.

Alright, I need to take care of this now, or we're going to be here forever.

"Nice to meet you Fluttershy, I'm Blank Canvas." I extended my hand, but when she didn't take it, I put it back in my pocket. "Look, obviously you're really uncomfortable about all of this, meeting new people and all, so how about we tell each other a little bit about ourselves while you give me a tour, alright?"

That seemed to work. She nodded and we both started talking about our hobbies and other things while she was giving me a tour. It was slow at first, until I mentioned my dog, then it was like she was never shy to begin with. She started asking me questions about her, what kind of dog she is, how old she was, etc. I told her that my dog was a German Shepard, that she was only a puppy, and that I have no idea how to properly take care of her. Fluttershy then decided to give me some advice on how to take care of a shepard, and every single thing she said was really helpful. When my tour finally came to an end, Fluttershy gave me my class schedule as well as a flyer for an animal shelter, saying that there were a lot of German Shepards in the shelter and she thought it would be a good idea that I knew how to care for a fully grown one before mine grew.

"Hope to see you there." She said happily, and exited the building to talk to her best friends, at least, the ones she told me about.

I smiled and looked at the flyer. "You know, maybe after school, I will go to the shelter."

"Oh, are really so sure about that?"

I turned around to see a girl standing behind and looking at me with a smug look while her arms were crossed. Her hair was a combination of red and yellow, strangely reminding me of bacon, she was also wearing a black leather jacket, as well as a purple shirt underneath it that had an emblem of a sun on it.

Just from looking at her, I can get a good read on her personality, self-absorbed, condescending, manipulative, and dishonest. I smiled, confusing her a little bit.

"I was starting to wonder when I was going to run into someone like you." I made direct eye contact with her. "Now tell me, just how exactly are you going to make me submissive towards you?"

Author's Note

Again, some criticism will be appreciated.