A Freshman's Tale II

Joey's POV:

Joey's head hurt. A lot. Worse then the time Scallius found him.

Everything was such a blur in his mind, memories and dreams fighting for front stage. And trying to open his eyes didn't help. When he tried, a sharp pain went through his head, like he and slipped and hit his head on the corner of a table.

Oooooh, he thought. Cringy.

Joey's conciousness slowly started to come back. He could feel his arms and legs again, so he didn't lose them. It still hurt to move. It also felt like he was laying on.........concrete, by the texture. Where was he? What happened to Scallius? Joey's head swam.

Once again he tried to open his eyes. The pain had died down, and his eyes slowly came open. Right then his ears decided to start working again. He could hear different voices.

"Mfrtamaammmmmhnnndd?"

"Blasdnocanmakrd."

Well, kind of. What he saw were seven blobs of different colors, one fiery red, one purple, on a mixture of white and dark purple, a pink one, a yellow one, an orange one, and a cyan one with a rainbow sitting on her head.

Joey groaned and started to sit up. The voices became clearer then.

"He's waking up!!" said one voice.

"Where'd he come from?" said a voice in a southern accent.

"He might of come from the mirror," said another, although a little more intelligent-sounding.

"Can I throw a party?" said a squeaky voice.

"We have to find out where he came from, first, darling" said another in a high pitched british-y accent (Joey wasn't good at picking accents out).

"I agree," said another voice in a quiet, shy manner.

Joey's vision became clearer just then. He saw who was talking, but he didn't like what he saw. The seven blobs were actually faces, and the colors were no joke. There were seven colored humans staring down at him. All female. Joey's face was a bunch of mixed expressions, but it finally settled with shock.

"Hi!!" said the pink one getting in his face. "I'm Pinkie Pie!!"

"AHHHHH!!!!" he shouted. "CONTAGIOUS! CONTAGIOUS! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" And with that, he got up and ran. There were bunch of other colored humans, each of them unique. Joey reached for his weapons.

"Oh, shit nuggets," Joey muttered. His weapons were gone. Arrows and all.

"Hey, wait up!!" said voices behind him. Joey whirled around and saw the seven girls coming down the hill. They all looked like juniors or seniors, by the second look. Joey looked around frantically for a weapon, and came up with a stick. "Stay back!" he yelled, waving it in front of him. "I'm warning you!!"

The cyan girl took one look at his stick and burst out into a fit of giggles. She was followed by the others. Joey looked at his stick, then realized how much of a scene he was making. He blushed and dropped the stick, smiling nervously.

The purple one stepped forward, a sour look on her face. "Just to let you know," she said, "We are not contagious!" The others seemed surprised at her outburst. Then she saw Joey's face, and her expression immediately softened. His face was a mix of fear, confusion, sadness, and pain. He had three scars from his right ear to his cheek.

"Sorry," she replied, cheeks burning. "I got a little carried away."

Joey pointed up at her, giving her a questioning look. "But you're colored," he said. The rest of them exchanged looks.

"We've always been this way, hon," said the orange girl. Joey noticed the stetson on her head. Joey gave her another confused look. "Wha...?" he said. He was in a huge state of shock. "Were you born that way?" he asked.

Pinkie bounded over to him, smiling hugely in his face, making Joey scoot away. "Well, DUH, silly!!" she squeaked in a super high pitched voice. "If we were ALWAYS colored, we would of been that way since we were born! See, because-" The purple girl put her hand over her mouth. "I think he gets it, Pinkie," she said. Joey snorted. "Even their names are weird," he muttered.

The cyan one stepped forward. "WHAT about our names?" she said, giving him a not-so-friendly look. "Uh, I mean, your names are pretty cool," Joey stammered quickly, "It's just that, well........I've never heard of those names before." The cyan colored one gave him a puzzled look, then stepped back.

Joey's eyes looked over them once more. "W-well, guys, um, if now you'll excuse me," he said, inching away, "I've got to go do.......um.......things and stuff, you know?" He got to his feet and tried to walk away, but the orange one stepped in front of him. "Wait a minute, feller," she said, "You haven't even introduced yourself." Joey snorted. "Do I have to?" he said, trying to move around her. She just moved right back in front of him. "C'mon, sugarcube," she said, "This is how ya make friends, you know." Joey laughed again. "I'm not exactly a friend maker, alright?" he said with a smile. "Now, if I can just go now......."

Applejack didn't budge.

Joey looked up at the sky and groaned. "Alright, FINE!!" he said, "If you must know, my name is Joey. There. Can I go now?" he asked, clearly getting irritated. The orange one gave him a concerned look. "Don't ya want to know our names?" she asked. "Not really, no," Joey said quickly. She ignored that comment. "Anyway, I'm Applejack," she said giving him a sincere, friendly smile.

"I'm Rarity, darling," said the white one with a stylish purple hairdo.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle," said the purple one with glasses. The brains of the operation, no doubt.

"Pinkie Pie!!!" said the hyperactive pink one who had little knowledge on the concept of personal space.

"Yo, I'm Rainbow Dash, best soccer player ever!!!" said the cyan one with the gay-pride hair.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer," said the yellow one with the fiery red hair.

"Fluttershy," wimpered the shy, butter colored one with long pink hair.

"And there you go!!" said Applejack, turning back to Joey. He was shifting from side to side uneasily. When he realized no one else he was going to speak, he acted fast. "ALRIGHTGOTTAGOSEEYA'LLLATERBYE!!!!" he said and ran. Luckily for him, this time they didn't try to stop him. He ran for whatever was ahead of him, which was a big building with big silver letters that read "Canterlot High School" above the main entrance. When Joey read those words, his eyes went wide and he stopped in his tracks immediately.

This was a high school. And high schools, in his opinion, were bad.

Then a voice to his right startled him. "Can I help you?"

Joey whirled around to see a white colored woman standing there with a helpful smile on her face. Joey's mind raced furiously for an answer. "Where am I?" he asked. The woman gave him a perplexed look. "You don't know?" she asked. Joey shook his head. "What school do you attend?" she asked. Joey just shrugged.

The woman gave him another look, although more like she was trying to read him. She just shook her head quickly and smiled again. "No matter," she said, "I am principal Celestia, and you are...?" She gave him a reassuring look. Something about the name was so familiar, and yet he couldn't remember. "Joey," he said, "My name is Joey."

Celestia shook his hand. "Welcome to Canterlot High," she said with a smile, "And as a courtesy of the school, you can have a free pass to our Fall Formal Dance tomorrow night as a new kid." She pulled a pink slip of paper out of her pocket, signed her name on it, then handed it to Joey. "New kid?" Joey asked. "Well, you're not exactly a student unless you want to be," she said, walking away, leaving Joey standing there alone. Joey tried to comprehend what just happened. "Huh," he muttered.