Anon of Canterlot High

Chapter Three: School Tour

“Hey kiddo, wake up!” Said your uncle Shaw, shaking you lightly.

“Hm?” You asked groggily, sitting up.

“Your tour Canterlot High today, you know that right?”

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, cmon and get dressed.”

“Alright, alright.”

Your uncle left your room, closing the door behind him. You stood up from your bed, taking your daily morning stretch. You let out a satisfied sigh as your muscles loosened, being relieved of the overnight tension. Thankfully you weren’t sore from yesterday, you had done enough weightlifting in the last year to be conditioned for your job. You walked over to your dresser and threw on a quick outfit, jeans and a black T shirt with a pocket on the chest. Throwing on your boots and some cologne, you left your room and made your way out into the living room. Shaw was sitting in his recliner waiting for you. When he saw you, he shot up and basically pulled you out of the front door.

“Cmon, kiddo!” He said, leading you to your vehicle. “We ain’t got all day!”

“I’ll roundhouse your ass if you don’t let go!” You said playfully. “I can walk myself to my car.”

Shaw let go of your wrist, running to his car. “Follow me, kid!”

You climbed into your vehicle and put the key in the ignition, turning it sideways. You were rewarded with the purr of the engine, putting a smile on your face. You looked up to see that your uncle was already pulling out of the driveway, so you followed. What was he so eager for, anyway? You were sure that these open houses for schools went on all day. You assumed it was because he was so new to being something close to an actual parent. He’s never had a responsibility like this before, so you guess you could understand his overeager attitude towards getting you in school. You decided not to say anything to him, it felt like a dick move to shut him down like that, so you were just going to leave it be. The two of you drove down the dirt road, which eventually changed into the black pavement of the city roads. Canterlot seemed awfully lively today, parking lots full of cars, sidewalks occupied by people, whatever it may be. You and your uncle’s cars got many looks from the people you passed, their eyes looking at your smooth chariots in awe. You smiled to yourself and returned your eyes to the road, still following your uncle to your destination.

A few minutes of cruising later, you found yourself pulling into Canterlot High. It looked like a fairly larger school than your last one, more expensive too. It nearly looked like a university upon first glance, with the roof shaped into a dome, flags on the corners, and even a large statue of a horse out in the courtyard. You followed your uncle through the parking lot, struggling to find two vacant spots next to each other.

“Dear lord,” you mumbled, following your uncle around like a dumbass. You eventually found your spaces next to each other after what felt like ages rolling around the lot. You turned off your whip and stepped out, stretching in the warm summer sun. Your uncle stepped out of his ride with a vibrant hop, and looked right at you.

“Are ya ready, kid?” He asked enthusiastically.

“Something like that.” You replied, spinning your keys around your finger.

“C’mon, you’ll live.” He said, beckoning you to follow. “Let’s go on inside.”

You followed your uncle once more, only this time on foot. You looked up at the massive school building in front of you, soaking in the fact that your life may change dramatically. A few kids were standing outside of the school building, talking with their peers. You got a few glances, all of them with different expressions, but you didn’t really mind. You and Shaw approached the front doors, and he held it open for you once he opened it.

“After you.”

“Thank you sir.” You said.

You took a deep breath of the school’s air. It smelled sterile, something you didn’t have a problem with. After being around nothing but B.O. for a year, it was a nice change of pace.

“Let’s go get your schedule from the office.” Shaw said. The two of you made your way to the front office, a big room with other rooms branching out from it. You weren’t surprised, the place looks like it meant business. You were greeted by a receptionist.

“How May I help you two?” She asked in a polite tone.

“I’m here for my boy’s schedule, name’s Anon Mous.”

“Alright, one second please.” She said before doing some typing.

After a few moments passed, she got up from her chair and walked over to a printer, which began to make a whirring noise. It then shot out a piece of paper, which you assumed was your schedule. With the piece of paper in hand, the receptionist returned to her seat and handed it to you.

“There you are, Mister!” She said with a smile. “Good luck today!”

“Thank you ma’am,” said you uncle. He made his way out of the office, you following behind.

You followed your uncle through what was probably the main hall, full of trophy cases and a bunch of other school propaganda. You were surprised you managed to keep up with him, you two weren’t the only ones trying to make your way through the hallway at that moment. Hundreds of other people, varying in age, were shoving their way through the halls trying to get to their classes. You assumed the little ones were the freshies and sophomores, and the ones your height and older looking were the upper classmen.

“Well, this is kinda chaotic.” Said Shaw, turning to look at you.

“Chaotic?” You asked with a laugh. “This ain’t shit! Prison riots are chaotic!”

“Boy shut your mouth!” Shaw laughed. “You’ve only been to jail, not no prison!”

“Same thing!” You retorted. “I don’t see ‘prison’ on your record either!”

“I ain’t talking like it is!” Said Shaw, looking around. “C’mon now, I think your first period is just around the corner!”

***

An hour or two passed, you had met with your teachers, blah, blah, blah. It was safe to say that you were bored. You would much rather be working right now. You continued to follow your uncle around the school, looking at whatever he seemed interested in.

“What do ya think?” He asked.

“It’s alright, just a high school.” You said with a shrug.

“Seriously? This place is awesome!”

“I suppose it’s pretty high end.”

“You’ll like it, you just gotta warm up to it.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m sure we’ve seen enough, cmon now. Let’s go home.”

“Cool with me.”

You began to follow your uncle to the doors in which you came. Although online school in jail was a drag, it was still better than public school. However, your uncle wanted you to get out and be social, he didn’t want you kept up in your room all the time. Obliging was the least you could do for him, anything to show your appreciation to him. You and Shaw passed several students as the both of you made your way out of the school. You rounded a corner and saw the main doors at the end of the hall. You let out a sigh of relief as you made the final stretch, you really wanted to go home and nap before work. Navigating your way through the horde of students around you, you got more and more excited with each and every step you took. Just when you thought it was over, you were slapped in the face by the universe. A lady, a rather older looking one, caught you and your uncle by the office doorway. Now, She wasn’t Granny old. She was more the milf type of old. You chose not to eye her body because women of her age usually spot that (according to your uncle), so you kept eye contact.

“Shaw Mous?” Asked the lady.

“That’s me. Principal Celestia?” Said your uncle.

“Yes sir.” She said as they shook hands. “Is this your nephew?” She asked looking at you.

This lady was asking the most obvious questions at the moment. She clearly knew who the both of you were because she had stopped you, so why waste time with this shit? Hell, you just wanted to leave.

“That’s him.” Said Shaw.

“Principal Celestia, it’s nice to meet you Anon.” She Said as she held out her hand.

You shook, but said nothing. You wanted to say “what do you want?” With the nastiest tone possible, but that’s probably going to do you more bad than good. So, the lips stayed shut. Celestia turned to your uncle and began to speak again.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to bring Anon into my office and have a word with him.”

“Oh? What for?” Asked your uncle.

“He happens to be our only new student this year, so I’d like to ask him a few questions to get to know him better.”

‘Bullshit.’ You said to yourself. ‘I’ll bet it’s to talk about where I’ve been for the last year.’

“Alrighty, sounds good. I’ll be out in my car, Anon.” Said Shaw as he turned and made his way for the main doors.

“Anon, if you’ll follow me I’ll bring you to my office.”

You internally sighed of annoyance.

“Lead the way.” You Said. Celestia nodded and walked into the office, greeted the receptionist, and took you to a door behind the front desk. She opened the door and allowed you to enter.

“Please, have a seat.” She Said as she motioned to the chair on the opposite side of her end of the desk. You sat down and took a brief glance around the room. File cabinets, pictures of students and her, trophies, a laptop. Nothing special. Celestia took her seat and let out a sigh. You decided you wanted her to cut the shit.

“I’m not the only new student, am I?” You asked, arms folded.

Celestia looked shocked by your question. “What?”

“I don’t think I need to repeat myself, you heard me. Cmon, be honest. You wanna talk about where I’ve been for the last year.” You wanted to smirk, but it was best for you to keep a straight face. You didn’t wanna fuck anything up, what you just did was already risky enough.

Celestia paused and stared at you in surprise. After a few moments of silence, she smiled calmly and began to speak again.

“You’re a smart boy, Anon. Yes, I’ve brought you here to speak about your record.”

“What about it?”

“Well as far as I’m aware, you were charged with armed robbery and spent a year in jail, where you were bailed out by your uncle Shaw a few days ago. We’ve never had a student here whose done something so... bold. I just want to ask, are you going to be a threat to our school?”

You stared at Celestia with an unamused glare. Did she really just ask that? She looked very uneasy as you continued to eye her down. Being intimidating wasn’t your goal here, so you spoke up.

“Principal Celestia, I don’t think it was a good idea to ask me that, nor was it to lie to my uncle, but I forgive you. No, I’m not gonna be a treat to the school, just because I’m an ex-con doesn’t mean I’m dangerous.”

Celestia paused again, only this time looking embarrassed. You didn’t want to waste your time just sitting here in the principal’s office and shit on her, you had a nap on your schedule.

“Are we done here? I’ve got things to do today.” You asked.

“Oh, um... yes. You are dismissed.” Said Celestia.

You stood up from your chair and left the office without another word. Exiting the school, you made your way to your car which was parked next to your uncle’s. You took out your keys and began to twirl them on your fingers. You laughed to yourself as you walked closer to your car.

“Heh, what a bitch.”