Anon of Canterlot High

Chapter Four: First Day In

It’s currently 6 in the morning, and you were on your way to Sugarcircle Block or whatever the fuck it was called. You woke up extra early just to be able to have time to get some breakfast, as for you developed a craving for donuts sometime late last night. So here you were now, speeding down the road, hungry as hell, and rocking on to some Slipknot. It was nice to hear music again, it didn’t play much in the slammer. When it did, you never paid mind because it was fucking awful. Some shit that would play at an anger management class or something. You shook the awful thoughts out of your head and resumed your focus on the heavy metal.

You got into town and eventually made your way into the Sugarcube Corner parking lot. Eh, your name for it was close enough. You turned off your car, hopped out, and made your way inside the building. Opening the door, you were hit by the smell of pastries and coffee. It brought a smile to your face, which was weird because you never smiled before 10 in the morning. Your smile only grew bigger as for you were greeted by someone else besides the pink girl. She happened to be your only con on the list to coming here, and she wasn’t here! Big score, Anon.

“Hi, welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Come on in!” Said the lady behind the desk. You proceeded to the front desk and looked at the various delicacies behind the glass below you. “What would you like this morning, sir?”

“Two raspberry jelly donuts and a coffee. Keep it black.” You said.

“Black, Huh?” Said the lady at the desk as she put on a glove and went to grab your breakfast from the shelves below. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a kid ask for a black coffee. Tell me, how old are you?”

“Doesn’t matter, ma’am. I just want my breakfast.” You replied, keeping your eyes down on your food on the shelves.

The lady looked a bit taken back by your answer. “Well, gee. My apologies sir.”

“No need for apologies. It’s just too early for this, I suppose.”

“I understand honey,” the lady said as she poured your morning elixir. “Not everyone is a morning person.”

You remained silent as for you couldn’t think of a necessary reply. She handed you your drink and food, you paid, then you went and took a seat in the lobby. You plopped yourself in a booth and went to town on your donuts. As you expected, they were amazing. Jelly donuts and you went together like... well, something that goes well together. Let’s just say butter on toast. Taking a sip of coffee, you shivered a slight bit at the bitter taste. Black coffee was something you loved and hated. Like Elliot from Open Season said, “it’s like freedom in a cup”. Checking the time, you saw that you still had roughly an hour before your first period started. Yeah, you had time. However, it wouldn’t hurt to walk around the school for a bit. You quickly finished your breakfast, grabbed your coffee, and got up from your seat. You thanked the lady at the front counter with a silent wave. Whether she got it or not, it was still a thank you. You hopped back in your car and placed your coffee in the cup holder. Putting your keys in the ignition and giving them a turn, you began to make your way to Canterlot High.

“Huh, only quarter to 7 and the place is already packed.” You said as you pulled into the parking lot. It wasn’t as dense as it was during the open house, but still quite populous. You found a parking spot after a few minutes of roaming around and turned off your car. You decided to chill in your car till it hit 7, so you put your seat back and listened to some music. You hummed along to the song that was playing on your radio, “Patience” by Guns N Roses. It was a good song for the morning, nice and mellow. You patted on your thighs with the beat and closed your eyes, keeping your good vibes going. Midway through the song, your eyes opened to the sound of voices outside of your ride. You pulled your seat up and saw that some douche was sitting on the hood of your car like it was his. He was talking to some chick, probably trying to act cool or whatever. No sir, this was not your car. You honked your horn, making the guy nearly jump out of his socks. You held your hands up in a “seriously?” Kind of fashion, only to get the same response from the guy.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me...” you said as you got out of your car. “Really man?”

“What? I was just chilling, I wasn’t hurting anyone.” Said the blue haired boy.

“Yeah, but your ass was on MY car.” You said, pointing to your hood.

“Like I Said, I wasn’t hurting anyone!”

“Yeah well I’m about to be hurting someone if you don’t get lost!” You said, closing your fists.

“Oh come on guys quit!” Said the girl, getting in between the both of you.

“Get the fuck back, lady!” You said, looking at the girl now. “Mind your damn business!”

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that! She’s a girl!”

“What you gonna do about it, simp?” You said, looking at the boy.

He glared at you like he wanted to hit you, but he wasn’t going to. You could see it in his eyes. After a silent staring battle, he let out a long sigh and put his arm around the girl.

“Come on, let’s go elsewhere.”

As you watched the two of them walk off, you unballed your fists. Turning around, you saw that a small crowd had gathered around you.

“Get lost, nothing to see here.” You said as you opened your car door and climbed back inside. “What a hoe.” You said. You let out an annoyed sigh and put your seat back down, closing your eyes. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you began to attempt to relax again. Fuck going into the school for a bit, you’re using the rest of the time you had to chill. Laying in your seat and vining to music once again, you let the time pass until it was time to get to class.

Eventually the alarm on your phone went off, signaling you that it was time to get moving. It was currently 7:20, so you had 10 minutes. You put your seat back up and turned off your car. You grabbed your backpack from the passenger seat and your coffee from the cup holder, then got out of your car and made your way across the parking lot. The warm morning summer air felt nice, even with you wearing a leather jacket. Maybe even finding a fishing spot somewhere would need to happen soon.

Entering the school, you saw other students frantically making their way to class, chilling by their lockers, etc. Pulling your schedule out of your pocket, you took a look at the sheet of paper and set your destination to physics. Walking through the halls, you were bumped into several times. You didn’t really mind, it was a big school and people had places to be, so it was understandable. What you had a problem with is when someone would make a smartass remark like “watch it” or “look where you’re going”. You just kept your mouth shut. You’ve had enough attention this morning, and every now and then you caught someone glaring at you, most likely for the event in the parking lot. When you got to your classroom, you were greeted by your teacher and told to sit anywhere. You nodded and found yourself a seat at a lab table in the very back. The back of the classroom was something you always liked to call your territory. It just had a better feeling than being in full view of the teacher, not that you were always doing something bad. You decided to pull your phone out and kill time while the classroom continued to fill up. Thankfully, nobody decided to take a seat next to you. You could use the extra chair as a footrest if nobody was next to you.

“Excuse me, May I sit next to you?”

Speak of the devil. You jinxed it, Anon. Good job.

You looked at the girl who asked the question, then looked around the classroom to recommend another seat. Every other seat was taken. Son of a bitch.

“Go ahead.” You said, looking back down at your phone.

“Thank you, I’m Twilight Sparkle.” Said the girl with a smile. Is she really gonna hit you with this now? Well, you suppose it’s better than an asshole.

“Anon.” You replied.

“You ready for the first day back?”

“I suppose.”

“That’s nice, I’m pretty excited!”

“Word.”

“Do you like physics?”

“Never taken it.”

“Well, how do you feel about science?”

“It’s alright.”

Twilight kept shooting questions and a bunch of other bullshit at you. You maintained eye contact with your phone the entire time, you were surprised she didn’t see your disinterest. Thankfully, you were saved by the bell ringing shortly after. She seemed eager to learn, because as soon as class started, she went silent and opened her notes without being instructed to do so.

‘Huh, nerdy one.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Good for help if I need it.’

Class went by as expected for the first day, just introductions, the syllabus, other stuff. Same could be said for the rest of your morning classes. Only differences were that nobody decided to talk to you like Twilight did, so that was a plus. When lunch came around, you left the building to go get some lunch. As you walked through the parking lot, you saw that several students were doing the same as you. Yeah, there was no way in hell you were eating school food. You climbed in your car and drove off, beginning your search for something decent to eat. You didn’t exactly want a diner, although having good food the wait would probably give you no time to enjoy your food and get back to school on time. You also didn’t want some bland ass fast food like McDonald’s, but fast food seemed like your best option at the moment. After a few moments of deciding, you settled on Wendy’s. You got your meal, drove back to the school, then chilled in the parking lot while you ate your food.

Nomming down on the good shit, you turned on your radio to avoid silence. Not that you cared about what others thought of you, but a dude sitting in his car alone chowing down on Wendy’s in silence sounded weird to you. While eating your meal, you nearly zoned out to your surroundings. The combined vibes you got from your music and pure bliss the food gave you a sense of content and escape from the world around you. You didn’t necessarily need an escape, but it felt nice to go into a true comfort zone every once in a while.

Just as quick as it appeared, your happy place faded away from a sudden knocking sound on your window. Really? You closed your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. Turning to the window, you shouted “What?!” In an angry questioning tone. However, your mood quickly changed when you saw a familiar face standing on the other side of the glass.

“Well someone’s grumpy.” Said Applejack. You rolled down your window to speak with her more clearly.

“Finally, I face that I don’t mind seeing.” You said. “How’d you find me?”

“Well, I came out here to grab my phone charger from my truck and I recognized your car.” She said in her usual southern accent. “Either someone in this school has just as good taste as you, or it was you. And look who I found.”

“Welp, here I am. How’s your day going?”

“Eh, same ol’ stuff you’d expect for the first day of school. How bout you? Why in the hell are ya out here by yerself eatin’ Wendy’s?”

“Oh you know, kids in this school are a bunch of pricks.”

“Is it cuz of yer lil’ situation this mornin’?”

“How do you know about that?” You asked, sitting up straight.

“Just bout everybody’s talkin’ bout it. Nearly havin’ a fight on day one? Big news, partner. I heard it from my friends at lunch.”

You sighed and sat back into your seat, putting your hands over your face. Cool, day one and you’ve already brought attention to yourself.

“Hey, relax, partner.” Applejack said with a smile. “You haven’t gotten into any trouble yet, so maybe the principals aren’t gonna do nothin’ bout it.”

“Right, but I really don’t like to bring attention to myself.”

“I’m sure it’ll blow over soon.” She said, looking at her phone. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. Class starts soon, I’ll catch ya later today at the acres.” Applejack gave you a wave and walked back towards the school. Taking a look at your phone, you saw that class started in 10 minutes. You took the burger that was sitting on the center console and wrapped it up for later, stuffing it back into the bag. You rolled up your window and got out of your car, closing the door behind you and locking it. With your backpack in hand, you slung it over your shoulder and began making your way through the parking lot back towards the school. Well Anon, let’s get the second half of the day over with.

***

The 8th period bell rung, signifying that your day was over. You stood up from your chair and put your backpack on, ignoring whatever the teacher was saying as you and the rest of the class walked out of the door. Walking through the halls and fighting your way through the horde of teens, you mentally did a recap of your day. You eventually settled on meh, could be better, could be worse. Fair enough, Anon. It was safe to say, however, that you were ready to leave. After turning a few corners and walking down some hallways, the main doors came into few. Awesome. Picking up your pace a bit, you made your way towards your sweet release. While you were walking, a short, chubby man stepped in front of you, cutting off your path.

“Hey there, buddy. How you doing?” He asked in an enthusiastic tone. His smile was wide, his hair was losing color, and he was wearing a hat sporting the Canterlot High logo on it.

“Can I help you?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Heh heh, the real question is can I help you?” He asked, keeping the same tone with the smile to go with it.

“No.” You said, walking around him, resuming your walk towards the outdoors.

“Wait wait wait wait wait!” Said the man, cutting you off once more. The dude may be fat, but you swear he moved within the blink of an eye. While impressed, you were also getting annoyed.

“What do you want, man?” You asked, increasing your tone.

“Now now, calm down son. I’ve just noticed you walking around the halls all day and you look pretty well built. I want you to join the Canterlot High football team.”

Seriously? The dudes been watching you all day? What a fucking weirdo.

“Well? Whaddaya say?” Asked the man. You looked at him with a mildly disgusted look on your face. His eyes looked like he was insane, like he was craving you. Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from you.

“Nah, I’m good.” You said, walking past him once more. This time you jogged away, just to make sure chunky cheese couldn’t catch up with you. You eventually reached the doors, still flooding with exiting students. You pushed past them and took a deep breath. Not exactly as satisfying as the first one out of jail, but it still felt nice. Now walking through the front yard or whatever it’s called, you pulled your keys out of your pocket and twirled them on your finger, whistling the tune of Death’s Head by Slayer. You took a look around you. Nice day out, a bit windy but the sun was shining and the skies were clear. Hell, you just might even take off your jacket. It was pretty warm out, after all. You stuffed your keys back in your pocket and took your jacket off. Draping it over your shoulder you resumed your walk to the car. One minute there was light, the next there was slightly less light. You took the object that was obstructing your view from your face. It was a piece of paper, what are the fucking odds? How cliche to a storybook or a movie or whatever it may be. You took a look around to see if anybody had lost something. Over by the fountain you spotted a pink-haired girl with a stack of papers, it looked like she was trying to hand them out. Looking at the piece of paper, you saw it was a flyer for volunteering at some animal shelter. You began to walk over to the girl, who didn’t seem to notice your presence. Is it just you, or doesn’t everyone know when they’re being watched? Well Anon, you weren’t exactly watching her but... you get the gist. You approached the girl, who finally took notice to you.

“This yours?” You asked, holding up the piece of paper. She didn’t reply, but sat there staring at you like she had just seen a ghost. “Well?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. She continued to stay silent, simply staring at you. You waited there for a bit longer before you grew impatient. You took a look at the stack of papers in her hand and saw that they matched the one you were holding.

“Alright, well I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna give you this,” you said, slipping the piece of paper into the stack she was holding. As you did so, she let out a small ‘eep!’, nearly inaudible. “And I’m gonna dip. Invest in a binder or a paperweight or something.” And with that, you turned around and continued your journey to your car. As the grass eventually turned to pavement, you pulled your keys back out of your pocket and resumed whistling. Time to go to work.