Later that day on the playground, the pink-haired girl, whose name I later found out to be Pinkie Pie, wheeled me out onto the playground, then knelt down to my level.

“So what do you want to do?” Pinkie asked me.

Because of my seizure earlier in the day it was difficult for me to talk; but even more difficult than when I’m nervous, so instead of saying something I pointed with a hand to the merry-go-round that was situated in the middle of the playground.

“Oh, do you want to go on the merry-go-round?” Pinkie asked me.

I nodded my head, so Pinkie wheeled me to the merry go round and picked me up. Then that she laid me on the merry-go-round and started spinning it slowly, so as not to upset me.

“Weeeeeee!!!!!” Pinkie squealed.

A crowd of people of varying sizes and shapes had gathered near the merry-go-round to see what was going on. Unfortunately for me, one of them was Rarity, sitting, and looking rather annoyed.

“Hey Pinkie, let me have a turn!” a purple skinned girl called from the crowd.

Pinkie stopped the merry-go-round but didn’t pick me up. I looked at Pinkie in confusion.

When the girl approached the merry-go-round she took one look at me, and suddenly made a beeline for the slide.

“Hey, where are you going?” Pinkie called after her but the girl didn't turn back.

Pinkie looked at me, shrugged, and picked me up to put me back in my wheelchair.

“There you go,” Pinkie said, once she got me positioned correctly.

“Pinkie, I don't feel good!” I said with a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I…..i…..d...don’t...kn...know,” I managed to get out.

“Hey!” a young girl with orange skin and a cowboy hat called, greeting me as she walked over.

“Hey there, Applejack,” Pinkie greeted the orange skinned girl with a friendly grin.

“Well, hi there!” the other girl, who I inferred to be Applejack, greeted me.

But instead of saying hi I just turned my head away.

“Aww, don't be shy sugar,” Applejack said when she noticed that I was not looking at her.

“Well, if it isn't the little retarded girl!” Rarity yelled from behind me.

“Hey, Rarity just leave her alone!” Applejack said when she noticed Rarity was yelling at me.

Rarity walked away not looking back. When Rarity was gone I started to cry.

“Don't cry,” Applejack said as she hugged me.

“It's gonna be ok, sweetie,” a very sweet voice said from behind me and a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I turned my head towards the voice.

“Hey there sis,” a girl with Rainbow coloured hair told me.

I was so excited that I started screeching with excitement.

“Hey, just calm down, I knew you would be very happy to see me again,” Rainbow spoke as she took a napkin from her bag and wiped the drool off my mouth.

“You come home after school today?” I asked my sister once I had calmed down enough to be able to talk.

“I'm sorry but I'm not coming back home,” my sister apologized. I was getting upset about my sister not coming back home, my hands were shaking and I couldn't control my breathing.

“Pastel, are you ok?” Pinkie asked me as I started rocking back-and-forth.

“Not OK.” I mumbled.

“Why?” Pinkie asked me.

“Not coming home!” I screeched.

When I came back into the classroom I was still screaming and I kept repeating one sentence to myself.

“Not coming home!” I kept repeating out loud while I was rocking back and forth.

“Who is not coming home?” My teacher asked me.

“My sister Rainbow!” I said not making eye contact with the teacher.

“Pastel, please look at me, everything is ok,” my teacher said.

Pinkie who had accompanied me inside was sitting at her desk.

I was drooling on the table of my electric wheelchair.

My teacher went to get a towel to get rid of my drool.

Once the teacher came close to me so he could get the drool off of my face, but I didn't want him to be so close to my face so I just hit him.

“OW, Pastel, don't hit me!” My teacher scolded me.

“Was bad?” I asked when I saw my teacher’s face.

“Yes,” Mr Aptitude said holding his left arm.

I started to spit at my teacher.

“PASTEL PALETTE, If you can’t behave you’re going in time out!” Mr Aptitude said pointing to the corner.

“Me go!” I said driving into the corner, and turned my electric wheelchair off.

“I will get you when the timer goes off, I'll set the timer for 12 minutes, ok?” My teacher told me setting a timer on a table and put on 12 minutes.

I nodded not looking at Mr Aptitude.

After the 12 minutes were up, my teacher came and got me, then he proceeded with the lesson.

“Today we will learn a recipe for cooking class on Wednesday with Mrs Wind, she is our head cook and she will be teaching you how to make apple pie,” Mr. Aptitude said as a woman with gray hair tied in a bon, came into the classroom, mrs. wind had a long flowing dress on, her eyes were a nice shade of yellow.

Rarity rolled her eyes at Mrs Wind, behind me the girl in the old fashion dress was furiously scribbling away in a notebook, but I didn’t dare turn my head to ask what she was drawing for fear that Rarity was going tell on me.

“So who can tell me what goes into an apple pie?” Mrs Wind asked in a sing song type of voice I noticed.

I raise my hand to get the teachers attention.

“Yes, Pastel,” Mrs Wind said.

I was hesitant to speak, because I know the other students would make fun of me.

“Um, for an apple pie you need,” I trailed off when I heard the other students behind me starting to mimic my voice and my slurred speech.

“Go on,” Mrs. Wind encouraged me.

I looked at Pinkie who nodded in approval and agreement, so I took a deep breath and continued explaining.

“So, what you need for an apple pie, you need apples, preferably the ones from Sweet Apple acres, and then you also need sugar,” I continued to explain.

I couldn’t pronounce the word sugar properly, so what came out of my mouth and what the other students heard was suwar, some of the students were laughing while others were making funny faces.

But much to my disappointment the teacher didn’t notice.

“Hey,” the girl with the old fashion dress on whispered, so I turned around, but as soon as I turned around.

Rarity, noticed that I had turned around and she got Mrs. wind’s attention.

“Mrs Wind, look, Pastel is passing a note,” Rarity said so loud that the other students could hear.

Mrs. Wind walked over towards my desk, mrs Wind came down to my level.

“Pastel, did you pass a note just now?” Mrs. wind asked me in her calmed possible, I shook my head no, because the girl behind me was only showing me her drawings but I didn’t have the guts to tell mrs Wind that.

“Ok, Pastel you need to tell me if somebody passed you a note,” mrs Wind address to me.

I turned around looking at that girl in the old fashion dress who had a small grin on her face.

“I should’ve known you were too stupid to say yes, you little klutz,” she whispered to me.

Then Rarity and the girl in the old-fashioned dress who I presumed to be named Petunia because of one of the petunia petals in her hair, whispered to each other and giggled, and I knew that Petunia was not to be trusted, because if she was working for Rarity’s dad, who was a business owner of large businesses, anything could go wrong with those two.

Author's Note

I can’t wait for more feedback and I hope that you like the story so far, next step will be Pastel moving to one of the higher classes, in America that would be middle school.

Actually the elementary school, the middle school and the high school are all in the same building, just in different classrooms, but now I need to figure out how Pastel will move middle and high school classes, because they are in the same building, you have any suggestions on how I can pull that off please leave them in the comments below.