"I'm Bright Flight", a blue-coated colt announced softly, rubbing his forelegs, "I was born in Cloudsdale and I like to read a lot of books. I'm not much of a fan of the Wonderbolts."

The statement caused countless murmuring to happen around the classroom and Ms. Cheerilee hushed the class, "Please continue, Bright."

The unsteady colt ceased his introduction for a while until he regained his confidence, "Now I know you classmates might think that's strange but I'd rather not be a sporty-stereotypical pegasus, uh, no offense. I'd rather be somepony who wants to be a journalist or maybe even an author."

"Boo...!" One of the foals called out, "That's a unicorn's job!"

"Uh, no! Definitely not, Sweet Pie. No pony complained when you stood up there," She turned to Bright, "Besides, A.K. Yearling is a pegasus and she writes fantastic stories. I have high hopes for him. Would you please continue, Bright?"

"Uh, sure," He thought about what to day so he scanned the class and glanced at someone's cutie mark, "Oh, I also don't have a cutie mark yet if you didn't catch that." He pointed out, blushing.

Ms. Cheerilee assured, "It's okay, Bright. Besides, I think the Cutie Mark Crusaders would like to help you out on that, " She faced at a column of students: an orange pegasus, bright yellow earth pony and a white unicorn, "Wouldn't you girls?"

"Yea! Definitely," The unicorn exclaimed excitedly, "We can begin during first break."

"Splendid!" She turned to Bright, "You're going to love it here, now go sit next to Button Mash, there," She gestured at the only empty seat in the classroom.

The blue pegasus trotted over to his seat with his saddlebags filled with books and writing utensils.

"Uh, whoops!" Somepony said jokingly as she tripped over Bright, dropping his glasses and scattering his bags' contents.

"You're going to get in trouble, Sweet Pie." A pony whispered to her while a few ponies chuckled at the fallen colt.

"Sweet Pie!" This caught everypony's attention, "If I see you do that again, you're having a lunch detention."

Bright found his glasses and items and cantered over to his seat.

"Okay class, to begin the 2nd term, I'd like for you to take out a reading book or select one over there," She pointed at a bookshelf, "However, today, we will be learning English.

The whole class sighed at this, everyone except for Bright. Bright was an inquisitive pony - he always had the passion to learn something new. Now that he was in 6th Grade, he had learnt a lot from his tutors.

In haste, he took out a thick book titled Fantastic Creatures and their Whereabouts a favourite of his. He flipped to his book mark at the middle of the page and began reading, analysing and writing some notes about the fictional text.

"Woah, how can you get that much notes on a single page?" A brown colt with a helicopter hat asked him.

Bright replied, "There's a lot of information. Also, sometimes I have to interpret things on a separate perspective. Also, I've been doing some studying. It's also for good practice for next year."

The brown colt was amazed and realised, "Hold on, you're doing Grade 7 work?"

"Ah-huh." Bright responded, nodding and still writing on his now 2nd page of notes. Now, he had flipped over to the next page."

"And you're understanding the story while writing?"

"Pretty much." Bright replied, still focused on his book.

The colt was about to inquire until Ms. Cheerilee pointed out, "Button? Where is your book?"

"Oh, right. I'll, uh, get one." Button stood from his chair and made his way to the teacher's bookshelf.

So that colt's name is Button Mash, he stared at his left side, Those are the Cutie Mark Crusaders and that's, he glanced blankly at a yellow filly with a creamy-topping-like mane, Sweet Pie...

"Alright, put your books down, "Bright's thought were broken, "Get out your English books. We'll be studying on 'Better Vocabulary'." She took out a book from under her desk.

The majority of students faced a familiar battle; staying awake during a boring lesson, while a few other students, including Bright, were actually paying attention. The majority even took casual looks at the clock above the board.

The bell had rung for the first break and the schoolhouse was empty in a flash. Bright had scanned the grounds for a place to stay and he found a tree with nice shade. He settled down his saddlebags, fixed his glasses and took out some of his lunch. He had packed a dandelion, lettuce and tomato salad accompanied with some water and a fork.

After a few bites, he soon realised there stood the Cutie Mark Crusaders in front of him, "Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"So... to begin," The yellow pony started, "I'm Apple Bloom, " She gestured at the unicorn, "She's Sweetie Belle," and finally at the orange pegasus, "And that's Scootaloo."

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo shook Bright's hooves in greeting, "It's nice meeting you gals too but it'd be great if I could eat my salad, I'm really hungry right now."

"Sure, we can eat with you!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

Scootaloo added, "Yeah, and we can talk about ourselves!"

"Sounds good, Scoots," Apple Bloom faced Bright, "That okay with you, Bright?"

Bright nodded while crunching onto his beloved salad and gulped, "Yeah, I guess. I'd say I'm not too interesting though."

Scootaloo interrupted, "What? No way! I've never heard of a pegasus like you! Your glasses are cool too - where'd you buy them?" She asked as she pulled out a sandwich.

"I bought these new pair when my folks moved here, actually," He took a bite, "Cloudsdale doesn't really make quality glasses."

Scootaloo cocked her head, "Huh? What's the difference between Cloudsdale glasses?"

"The material of the glasses; the ones in Cloudsdale are a bit fragile but in Ponyville, they're made with solid rubber."

"Ah, I see. Haha, see what I did there?" Scootaloo joked about what the other two ponies thought of questions.

"Hey, I heard from Button you were analysing a book during our reading session - what book were you reading?" Sweetie Belle questioned curiously.

"Oh, I was... uh, reading Fantastic Creatures and their Whereabouts. It's a... fantasy book." He rubbed his head, embarrassed.

"Huh," Apple Bloom added, "It seems you like to study a lot but on the other hoof, you think ponies aren't liking you. Why do you feel that way?"

Bright pushed his salad container in his pack, "I... don't know, I'm probably just overthinking. It's what I do and I'm fine with it - a little curiosity can't hurt can it?" He asked rhetorically.

Apple Bloom answered, "Actually, yes, it can. If you think about stuff too much, you'll end up wanting answers and if you don't get them, you'll become insane and... do other stuff but that's irrelevant now."

Bright raised and eyebrow, "So, you think I'm going to end up insane?" He seemed slightly offended by the statement, "I want to be curious. I enjoy reading mystery and fantasy novels. That's what makes me who I am. But that isn't my purpose nor is studying!" He thought for a second, "Huh, maybe I actually need to figure out a complex mystery to get my mark. Interesting..."

Apple Bloom became uneasy with his statement, Going to solve a difficult mystery by himself? What if he dies trying to do it? Even worse: if he can't solve it, he'll kill himself for not finding an answer. She thought, sweating bullets.

"That is interesting!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, "Maybe you could visit our clubhouse so we could help find your cutie mark! Can I come by your place to pick you up? I can come over - my family is in Canterlot."

"Sounds great. I'll walk with you after school. My family's out of town too so you won't have any problems running into anypony."

"Awesome!" She jumped for joy.

Suddenly, the school bell rang, ending their first break.

"Okay, my little ponies, head inside. The next lesson will be on Mathematics." Ms. Cheerilee announced.

"Yes!" Bright became too excited and then realised he was still outside with many classmates, "Heheh, yay, Math." He said blankly before grabbing his untouched water and saddlebags.

Sweet Pie muttered, "Wow, he is way more than I thought he was - a complete know-it-all freak." This made her friends giggle.

Inside the schoolhouse, the board was filled with difficult division questions (according to 6th graders). While cantering by, Bright had already answered some in his brain. Others in class, however, had already placed a hoof under their chin.

Once everyone entered the classroom, Ms. Cheerilee began, "Okay, to begin, does anypony know how to answer these questions?" She pointed at the board.

Some unsteady hooves came up from a few student while Bright's shot up, eager to answer them all.

"A mathlete, of course, how could I be so stupid!" Sweet Pie said sarcastically, "I bet he's a poet as well!"

"Okay, that's enough, you're staying after school to do this work. In the meantime," She dropped a booklet on her desk, "Complete this multiplication booklet. I expect for most of the answers to be correct since you were top of the class, in mathematics, last term."

"Ugh, fine." She sighed, grabbing a quill.

"I'm so sorry, Bright. Were the students in your previous school like this?" Ms. Cheerilee asked, worried.

"They were pegasi - of course they would be like that. That's also why I moved to Ponyville. My parents found out I was being abuse by both colts and fillies. They would always-," He ceased his story, "Er...nevermind."

"I'm really sorry, Bright, you would have been a great student."

"Thank you, Ms. Cheerilee."

The lesson resumed fine with Sweet Pie doing her work and Bright Flight answering questions with the speed of a thousand lightning bolts.

Finally, the lesson ended with the foals rushing outside, energised to play but Bright decided to rest under his safe haven: the tree.

The three fillies came back to Bright, who set out his next meal: an apple fritter with his untouched water bottle.

Before he took a bite from his delicious snack, Apple Bloom interrupted, "We're back, Bright, what do you want to do?" She noticed the fritter, "Besides eat."

Bright sighed, placing the fritter back into his pack, "Besides eat, huh?" He thought, "How about thinking out loud, that'd be fun!" He looked excited, rubbing his hooves together.

"Thinking out loud? What do you mean?"

Bright elaborated, "I thought it was self-explanatory. You think about stuff and you just say it out loud. Watch and learn," He drank his water, "This one time I thought of how rainbows were made and I couldn't find an answer. I searched through several sources and, strangely, I couldn't find anything."

Scootaloo interjected, "Hold on, rainbows? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"No, it's fine. Please explain." He seemed interested.

"Okay. Aren't rainbows usually made mixing water and sunlight in a cloudy cauldron and then making it flow throughout Cloudsdale?"

"That's what I thought so too but apparently, it doesn't happen at all. I began searching and I found a book called Cloudsdale History Volume VI: Forbidden Days. The book was in my father's collection of Cloudsdale's History. I wanted to read the book because I wanted to be good at history, like my father himself. When I was reading, I found a couple of chapters that felt like they fit together like a puzzle. They were titled 'Missing Pegasi' and 'Undiscovered Mixtures'. I'd like to talk more on the subject but I'm afraid you'd find me boring and-"

"What?" Sweetie Belle shouted, "No way! This is actually worth listening to. Me and my sister like these mystery things."

"No, I mean because the bell-" The school bell rung.

"Oh, nice timing. How'd you know?" Apple Bloom asked.

"I didn't. I was about to say that the bell could ring at any time."

"Well then, let's head to class." Scootaloo grabbed her saddlebag and headed inside, so did the rest of the students.

Once again, Bright took a glance at the board and found some writing. He scanned what Ms. Cheerilee was displaying on the board and realised what they were studying for the afternoon: Cloudsdale History. (What a coincidence)

He cantered over to his chair and placed his saddlebags down, waiting for everyone else to take their seat.

After everyone was in the classroom, Ms. Cheerilee began a long lecture about the formation of Cloudsdale, "In the early ages, Cloudsdale was nothing but a small cloud until a famous pegasus named 'Sky Clear' began gathering some clouds together to build some sort of house. After some weeks of 'building' she managed to create an actual house with furniture. With the help of some ponies; a few unicorns and pegasi, they managed to build a small, miniature town. When Sky built her own abode, her parents were worried about her. That was until she showed them the town they had built and her parents were amazed. They spread word around town and many pegasi began building their own homes. During the time, they had called the place 'The Cloud Realm' until the founder, Sky Clear, thought of the name 'Cloudsdale' after 4 years of building her first cloud house."

Sky Clear, Bright thought, That seems familiar but I can't get my hoof on it. Where have I heard this from, ugh, it's irritating me!

Bright raised his hoof, "Yes, Bright?" Ms. Cheerilee asked.

"Did Sky Clear contribute to other things in Cloudsdale other than the founding of the city?"

"Yes, she did do something else but I'm not fully sure what it was. Check the Cloudsdale Library for some study, okay?" She suggested. She genuinely didn't know much about Sky's accomplishments other than the founding of the city.

"Okay, sure. Please continue."

As Ms. Cheerilee went on about the achievements of the foundation of Cloudsdale, Bright wrote down a couple of notes for a presumed upcoming test.

To the students' surprise, the bell rang, alerting all the students to pack their bags and leave to their parents. The three fillies had plans for their afternoon: to find Bright's cutie mark. However, Bright seemed more interested in Cloudsdale's 'Forbidden Days'.

Author's Note

It's been a while since I last wrote and it feels good.

To point out, the Cloudsdale history I put in is not the legitimate history. It's just a fan-made thing. It was pretty difficult to make everything logical.

Also, I give credit to a good friend (not saying their name for privacy reasons) for helping me come up with this idea. Thanks a bunch!

Got any questions? Ask away, I'll try to answer them as best and as quick as I can.
Finally, thanks for reading this chapter.

-Mr User.