The Story of Lightning Flash
Lightning Flash's Introduction (EqG-1)
I woke up with a start. The sun’s golden rays streaked across my room. Usually it was dark at this time. I glance at my alarm clock, already knowing what time it is. 06:15. I jump out of bed (well, not really) and walk over to my closet and throw on a green shirt and jeans. I have this pin that depicts a gray Xbox 360 controller from the front, but cartoon-y. I put it in my shirt, and walked down the hall. My name’s Lightning Flash. I have cobalt blue hair and crimson skin. I’m a senior at Canterlot High. I walk into the kitchen and make a breakfast out of Cap’n Crunch, grab my shit, and walk into the garage. I live with my mom, and she lets me drive her car. I hit the button to open the garage and climb in. It’s an old Jeep Renegade. Classic Jeep Orange.
I shift into reverse, pulling out the driveway, onto the road. As I drove to school, I drank in all of the wildlife in the marsh nearby. About ten minutes later, I pull into the parking lot of my school. Several boring 1-hour lectures later, I had free time after my lunch. I head outside to greet my friends, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rarity.
Rainbow and Applejack were going out to the track, and Rarity was going back inside. Pinkie Pie was also going to a Home Ec. room to bake Faust knows what. I then walked and talked with Fluttershy and saw the sights. Fluttershy was pretty cool. She was really good with animals, so she regularly volunteered at an animal shelter. Anyways, I said bye and walked off. As soon as I turned around though, Sunset Shimmer sprinted past me. The new kid, Twiggles or something like that chased after her. I knew Sunset was annoying, but not enough to get chased.
“Yo, Spark!” Someone shouts. I look over and see it’s a good friend of mine, Vinyl Scratch. She was cool, mainly because she was a DJ. But I digress. She had kind of a crush on me, but she doesn’t know I know. It’s not her fault, I was pretty smart.
I was in advanced math, and I was in the 99th percentile for most of my standardized tests. That’s my smart side though.
“Can you help me with my math? I’ve been slipping and I need some help or I’ll fail.” I grunt in agreement because I’m generous like that. Rarity’s probably rubbing off on me. I’m getting myself into more than I want to.
“Yes,” I said, dying on the inside as a by-product of laziness. You see, when I commit to/am forced to do something, my laziness fires up and I go slower, I groan and complain a lot, and I die on the inside.
“Thanks!”
We go back into the lunchroom, and sit at a table. She sits across from me, and I remember the fact that she is head over heels for me. I look at her, and realize something. I probably would’ve liked her, had I not liked someone else. Vinyl was rather attractive, and a creator in the dubstep community. She also knows her way around games. She was a damn-near perfect match for me. I still liked Rainbow, though.
“Wutcha knead?” I ask.
“I think you mean ‘need.’”
“How the hell did you know how I spelled it if I said it verbally?”
“There’s this one problem. If I were to ask you out right now, what were the chances you’d say yes?”
“First, that’s fucking smooth. Second, more than zero, but less than one.”
“So there’s a chance?”
“Absolutely. The chance is extremely small however, therefore you will almost absolutely be given a ‘no.’”
“Damn.”
“So what was it you actually needed?”
“Nothing. I just like to fuck around with people.” Little did she know, that was another thing we had in common. Actually, she was about to know.
“Samee.”
“Do you like me at all?” She started, “Would you even throw me a second glance?”
“Probably. If I didn’t like somebody already.” I braced myself for the inevitable. It seems, when this is said, almost everybody goes into full-on gossip mode. Vinyl was no exception, unfortunately.
“Ooh! Who is it? Tell me tell me tell me tell me…” This would go on forever, or until I gave her an answer at least.
“None’o’ya.” I wonder if she would…
“Who’s None’o’ya?” Got ‘em.
“None’o’ya business!” I yelled, laughing uncontrollably at the look on her face soon after.
“Fuck you. Whatever, see ya.” I said goodbye too, and walked away. That is, until I stopped in my tracks soon after, because I felt… off. It was like, an evil presence watching me, mixed with… a sense of familiarity? Whatever it was, it was not good. I shook it off, and walked through the halls until the bell rang. Woop-de-frickin doo. Math class.
I did not enjoy math class very much, despite my intelligence. Things were too hard to understand sometimes, mainly because of how fast my teacher went. Whatever, time-skip. Faust, I’m lazy. Two periods later, it was study hall. I was about to turn a corner towards the library when I heard… yelling. And it didn’t sound good. The only words I heard were something along the lines ‘Sunset Shimmer…’ and “Twilight, help!’ I booked it around the corner, fast as a flash of lightning. I saw Sunset Shimmer, a girl I had dubbed ‘Her Royal Bitchiness.’ That pretty much sums up her personality.
“Lightning Flash! Thank Faust you’re here.” Sunset Shimmer whipped her head around, and her gaze damn near pierced my skull. If looks could kill, I’d be a fucking ghost in ten milleseconds flat. She had stolen something from Fluttershy. That bitch.
“Give her back the phone or you get fucking pwned!” I yelled. She laughed.
“You think some stupid meme will stop me, Lightning Flash?” She questioned.
“No, but this will.” I charged at her, hands balled up into fists.
Author's Note
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. I shall let you know in advance, chapters will be far between, mainly because I'm one bitch of a procrastinator and I love playing video games (if you couldn't tell already).
