Author's Note

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New School: First Class: 26

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School

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I had just entered the cloaking room, already wearing the school uniform I had found in my wardrobe. (No idea, why I would need to wear anything; let alone, a school uniform.)

Either way; I had opted to try it on, just to explore the experience of wearing it. (It does look a bit too fancy, for my taste; but if it fits me, I could as well be enjoying the ride?) Of course; this suit fits me, to a T. (Was this a Tailored Design suit I had been offered?)

Since I had already opted to wear the uniform to school, I could as well slip the shoes on. (Couldn’t I?)

The shoes I find are a deep, highly saturated Lavender Purple hue. (Purple Gold.. even if I had no idea as to just how fancy this is!) These shoes had been polished smooth, before they had been coated with a thin layer of crystal clear Silicone.

As I slip these shoes on, I notice how they cling to my hooves; almost as if they had been glued onto the frogs of my hooves. (Curious!!) Yet, I barely feel the shoes, once I had slipped them on. (Even if they do change the noises I am making, as I am moving.)

I open the door out, stepping out of my home; closing the door behind myself, before I am trotting along the path from my home to the street outside.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am trotting over the path laid with stone tiles polished smooth. (My school uniform is a comforting Lavender.. both the short skirt and the half length vest I am wearing; both crafted out of a smooth Silicone, hugging my form.)

Once I had reached the street, I am turning to the Monumental Mayor’s Office; trotting along the street in a comfortable pace, enjoying the bright sunshine. (Not a cloud on the sky, as far as the eye can see!!) Ponyville had always been the place of Sunshine and Rainbows, (unless discord had been in town) and so is Twilight town. (Curious name for this Village, I know!!)

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After a few minutes of trotting along the street, I had finally reached the building, housing the school. (Finally!)

The door up on the front is wide open. (I know, the Shock.) Maybe I should not have been surprised, after all.

The short wall behind the Teacher’s desk is occupied by the large blackboard. (With the only obstruction being the Teacher’s desk on the right.)

There are three by four desks on the right and left of the aisle. (This feels like a reasonably sized class, to me! But, what do I know?)

Other than the blackboard and the desks, this does feel like a rustic classroom. (Not that I mind it, it promises what should be a comforting and laid-back setting for me to learn!)

Aside from Cheerilee herself, I appear to be the first to arrive. (Even if it would have been very uncharacteristic of the Teacher: Cheerilee; to not be first, in the room!) She had to be here, in order to open the door. Wouldn’t she?

Since this is my first day at school, my first day in class; I have no experience of School, but as is appropriate to my age: I am very excited, to learn everything she has to teach us. (Why shouldn’t I?) Oh; and maybe, just maybe I could make a new friend or two as well.

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Being the first to arrive, at school; I choose the first desk up front, on the right side of the room. (Why should I choose any other seat?)

Cheerilee is a deep, dark purple mare in her prime. (Not that I would have known the difference! As if I would have cared, either way?) She is a bright spot in the room, with just as bright a smile on her face. (A good start, if ever there was one.) Most everything, is better with a bright Smile. Isn’t it?

As I am looking out, through the window; I can see some bright and very beautiful flowers outside. Aside from the bright sunshine, on the other side of the window.

I like a bright sunshine. (I am lucky, very lucky; living in the land of Sunshine and Rainbows!!)

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as my first class-mate is trotting into the room.

Then comes another; and another, and another, and another.

One by one, they come trotting in; with bright smiles on their faces, excited and expectant.

Curious, I notice three changelings with blue mane and tale taking the seats to the left, on the second of three rows. (They all have black chitin armour, in place of the fluffy coat of fur.)

A very small colt with curious markings choose to take the seat beside me. (Not sure why. Still, I don’t mind.)

Next to enter is a grey filly with an all but golden blond mane. I notice her bright smile and excited demeanor. (I am sure, I will enjoy her presence.. Why shouldn’t I?) Apparently, she had chosen the seat on the other side of the aisle, next to me.

Once everypony had entered and taken their seat; Cheerilee is raising to her hooves, standing up before us. She is smiling. (But, why shouldn’t she?)

“Gretings; Colts and Fillies!” she exclaims, with a bright and welcoming grin on her face; “I am Cheerilee, your Teacher!” she is presenting herself.

“Greetings, Cheerilee!” we respond, in chorus.

She is pointing to the blackboard, pointing out that she had written her name on the blackboard. (Even if I can’t read it, just yet.)

When I am looking at the screen, on my desk; I can see the same text, as she had placed on the blackboard. (I could even make the screen pronounce the text, if and when I need to.)

“Dinky Doo” reads the text, presenting the filly I had been looking forwards to making my friend.

“Pip Squeak” reads the text, presenting the colt on my other side. (These two will be my closest friends, here in class; in the foreseeable future.)

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Tiny Desk-Top Twilight

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Author’s Note: Profoundly prophetic purple prose promptly proliferating profusely!