The Canterlot Academy of the Arts

"Get up Firefly," Mom shouted from beside my bed, "you said you'd practice your guitar before 9:30!" I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. Mom ripped them away. "I don't need to practice! I was accepted for playing guitar, that means I'm good enough that don't need to practice every living breathing second I have." I groaned as she continued to tug on my blankets back over my head. "GET UP!" She shouted,  I didn't respond. "GET UP!" She yelled once again as she slapped me in the back. I felt her hand make contact with the center of my shoulder blades. I shot up and shrieked in pain. "Did you really have to do that?" I whined, rubbing my back. "Sorry Firefly. I'm just, well, stressed. I didn't mean to hurt you, dear." She sighed and walked towards the door, "Just, practice before 9:30," she said as she shut the door gently behind herself. I pulled off the sheets, swinging my legs out of the bed so my feet came to a rest on the floor. I sighed and cracked my stiff joints. I yawned loudly as I stood up and stretched my arms. I walked over to my closet, gripping the knobs, and opened the doors. After digging through the mess that is my closet, I found a compact orange backpack and a massive burgundy suitcase. I franticly ripped open my drawers, stuffing everything I own into the two bags at my feet. "Ok," I said, "now all I need to do is get dressed!" Then, I looked down at the various objects I had stuffed into my bags, "Of course I forgot to set aside some clothes!" I groaned as I began sifting through my suitcase. Eventually, I found my leather jacket, a stained white t-shirt, my favorite jeans, and my basketball sneakers. I threw on my clothes, picked my bags, and sprinted downstairs. I skidded to a halt in the kitchen. "Hey Mom," I panted, "I'm ready!" Mom stared at me for a moment and then simply replied, "Guitar." I looked down at the bags that sat at my feet. No guitar, great, I thought before I ran back up the stairs and into my room. I grabbed the bright orange electric guitar that was leaning against my wall. I pulled a large black guitar case from under my bed and placed my guitar inside. I snapped it shut and walked back downstairs. "You good now?" Mom asked as she examined my bags.

"Uh, I think?" I replied, attempting to remember what I needed to pack. We walked out the door and Mom locked it behind us. As we walked towards the car, I looked back at the house and waved goodbye. I loaded my bags into our family's large pickup truck and hopped into the passengers seat. It was a two hour drive to the school. The tires screeched to a halt in front of a large golden gate. "Wow," Mom exclaimed as we got out of the truck, "this campus is huge!" I nodded in agreement. She walked over to me, "Ready?" She asked as she straitened the collar of my jacket.

"Yep!" I replied, my heart pounding with excitement. I looked up into Mom's hot pink eyes. They were beginning to water. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm just a bit emotional is all," she replied.

"It's alright Mom! I want to become a famous guitarist and this school might be my one shot. Besides, it's only a few years." Mom wiped her eyes,

"Well, good luck!" She said with a smile.

"I don't need luck, I'm easily the best guitar player here," and so I wouldn't sound like too much of an A-hole, I added, "but, thanks." Mom laughed before pulling me into a tight hug.

"And if you aren't the best, you're still the most awesome." I smiled and pulled my bags out of the truck.

"Bye Mom!" I said waving at her. She waved back before getting back into the truck. I turned towards the gate and sighed. This is it Firefly, your road to fame starts here, I though as I walked through the large open gate.