Something New

by Icean

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Dark, Equestria Girls
Length: 1051

Anenian Cheese was never very brave, or talented, or even pretty. But, she was smart enough to get into the best Acadamy in the country. Just ask her mom. She never wanted to be here, she's had a bad enough life without getting snobs involved.

Okay, I don't know what I'm doing here, so bear with me. Anenean Cheese is sarcastic, pessimistic, and rude becuase she doesn't feel a reason to be anything else. But that's gonna change when she meets the Crystal Prepatory Acadamy outcast: Twilight Sparkle.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-20 11:12:59 UTC

Arrival at CPA

Arrival at Crystal Prepatory Acadamy

Anenean Cheese's Point of View

I could barely even bring myself to drag my feet on my way to my new bus stop. I just stared at the sidewalk, it was actually quite pretty, but I really didn't see the point by now. I've been to so many bus stops I can't count them. Cheese doesn't agree, though. I can see him skipping a block ahead of me. For a boy, he is rather cute.

When I next glance up, I can see that he's chatting it up with someone at the bus stop. Just looking at her makes me want to gag. And as I get closer I can hear her voice. Ugh, my ears are ringing already. Get a muffler girl, you need it. Although from the looks of it, you need to lay off the sugar, too.

Myself? I sit on th bench, and promply feel the slimy texture that will forever be a mystery. Somethings are meant to stay that way.

"Hiya! I haven't seen you before either! Are you new too? Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! are you related to Cheese! I bet you're his sister. I can't wait to see you at school! This is going to be so fun! Two whole new students...." By that point, I just stopped listening. I mean, do you really expect people to listen to you?

You problebly swallow helium in the morning. And I bet you put plenty of coffee in your sugar, too. And what's with all the pink? It's a bad enough color when it's not filling my vision!

My ear starts twitching a bit when I hear the grating noise of a classic school bus. But, something tells I won't be getting on it. So, when it comes into view, I don't bat an eye. I'll be waiting a while yet, it seems.

"Aren't you getting on?" That squeak is really going to get on my nerves. "No, I'm waiting for another ten freezing- ass minutes to see the bus I'm getting on."

"Oh." She looks so sad, I almost feel sorry. But, to be honest, I think she looks better that way. No creepy wide smiles or unnaturally vibrating. No female Cheese. Just some girl he met.

After their gone, I can finally relax. It gets so stressing to be the oldest kid. You gotta set examples at every turn. Let's see, there's school, and friends, and hobbies, and, stupidly, picking up chores. And The list doesn't stop there, it goes on and on. Sometimes, it drives me mad.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

My first look at the school told me that it's so far everything I thought it would be. Stuck up, better than everyone, and I should be glad about my scholarship, or I be as poor as Charlie Bucket.

When I get in I find out that they want me too blind to read my instructions. The shiny wall really love that sunlight. But, I bet they love to reflect it more. As expected, when I can finally see, it doesn't take too long, people are sneering, glaring, and making sure to make me feel welcome. As it is, I'm shit outta luck and I know it. But, as I look around, I realize I need to look for my first class. Looking at my schedule, it says I need  to head for room T6. And nowhere else for the entire day. What kind of fucking schedule is that!  Where is 'T6' anyway? All the classrooms I see have labels like 111, or 113. Not fucking T6. And, judging from the bitchy looks I'm getting, I can't just ask anyone.  I'll wander somewhere, and when I get in trouble for being where I don't belong, I'll show 'em this fucking schedule. Fucking easy, right?

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

In the end, I end up standing next to a door that has enough  hiding behind it to fill a concert hall. I gotta admit, they're good. Never gonna say it out loud, of course. But when I see the label next to the door, I can't believe it. T6. That is lucky. To have my class

I try the handle, and it opens. Duh. Inside there is a couple of desks, a bookshelf, and some wierd machines. Then I see the teacher at the ack. She's got a bun in her blue hair, and she's faced away from me. She's also wearing a labcoat. Who wears labcoats? No wonder they hide her here, she's that far behind on modern fashion.

Twilight Sparkle's Point of View

I'm so excited! If this works, I'll have made the biggest breakthrough since the Periodic Table of Elements! I just need to recheck my notes and I'll be ready to begin the experiment! I have to make sure I don't put too much sulfuric acid in the salt. This is my mom's sauce pan. Luckily, I have it all mapped out. I just need to find page eleven, section V.

But, as I find the page in question, the song changes.

"Nice music. Not as good as mine, but it's good, I guess" It took me a moment to realize that someone had spoken, but my body had figured it out already. I froze. I think I felt my heart stop for a few seconds.

Then I felt someone breathing on my neck. "Whatcha doin', Teach?"

Teach? What is she talking about? Who is she? Why is she here? How did she get in? Didn't I lock the door?

As I stand there, I realize that she's right behind me.  And I know I should probably be offended because of how close she is, and her tone, and how she barged in unanounced, but somehow, I like it. Most of the time when someone's this close to me, they're either Cadence or family. But she's not either one of those. And that means she should be shoving me, like the rest of the students in this school. But she isn't doing that either.

Which means, I don't know what to do. I can't do anything but stare at the beaker, and good thing, too.

I grab her arm and pull her under the protective tarp I have my lab set up on. It should do it's job, and protect us.

BOOM!