warm welcome to alde valley

They all slowly walked over to the strange looking female, they hadn't been with that many humans after they came to equestria, the exact reason they portal just opened up is still a mystery, but as most ponies believed that the course was Twilight with another of her reckless spells that back fired catastoffarly.
As this mad old hag finally noticed the three ponies progressing there way towards her, she gave one of the most amazing smiles. Not that it was good; just that is was amazing she could partially stretch her smile from one side of her face to the other.
"Hi girls!" she partially attacked them with.
"Hi miss, um, what was your name any ways." scootaloo probed
"Oh yes where are my manners."
"Probably the same place you left your good looks." Apple bloom muttered
As they finished snickering they looked up to her scolding them with a stare that could kill.
Then with amazing speed, the second and probberly last amazing thing about her she was back smiling like nothing had happened.
"As I was saying, before I was interrupted!"
They all gave a grave look of guilt, but the faint smile of their joke still lingered.
"I will be your form tutor for you’re wondrous time at old valley, my name is Miss Laffen I will be taking the register for you and your form every morning and evening. I will also be here if you ever need advice and guidance."
A quiet but just audio ball for all of them to hear “pheft, wondrous time."
The other cmc looked in shock they had never heard sweetie bell be disruptive in her life.
Miss Laffens look was by far more shocked than any could manage, but just as earlier she recovered at extremely fast speeds.
"Any ways now are little fandasco of a introduction is complete, it’s about time you hustled your busts over to the form room
Ill lead the way, then you can meet your new class mates." she answered
As this group of 4 marched their way along the long dull corridors of the amazing wonderful place that is Alde Valley.
The three young fillies chatted between themselves.
"I hope we have lots of are old friends in are class." sweetie bell started
"I hope we have lots of new ponies from other towns its all ways nice to make new friends." Apple bloom added
"Well I just hope we don’t have that many humans, there all right but the ones we meet so far aren’t the nicest bunch in equesrtria." Scootaloo finished.
Alas their time had come they had reached their form, as they were ushered through the door, they heard the many scream of young boys and girls a like.
The first notice they could pick out from this abundant was a chant.
"Decafe, decafe, deacfe."
As the group of people who were chanting it surrounding a small, disfigured, abnormal child being forced into the corner and trapped there by the abundant force of on slaughters.
"Now jack that’s enough messing around get out of the corner and coursing trouble."
The chorus that followed sounded rehearsed like they said it a million times before, "Oh jackkkk"
This sounded like the norm in this class so the three fillies decided to ignore it.
Though their next observation took them by surprise, their was no other ponies in their class.
"Um miss how many more are there in this form." Scootaloo questioned hazardly.
"This is all now go sit down I’ll take the register shortly."
The look of shock on all their faces was astonishing, but they knew they had to brave thought this as it’s their only choice.
They looked around for a place to sit and they found three seats next to the kid who was only moments ago in the corner with two other boys who looked to be his friends but, they still seemed to be picking on him in their own way.
As the three girls sat down the three boys turned to face them.
“You three must be the new pony students exchanging to Alde Valley to help develop a better connecting between our two words,” The boy in the middle said
Scootaloo being the defense one of the group spoke for them as always.
“Yeah we are, I guess we should do what they made use do this for and meet new people and make friends, I’m scootaloo the white mare there is sweetie bell and lastly there’s apple bloom, what’s your names then.”
The one had spoken before spoke again as the other looked more shy than the rest and the other just looked like he was just trying to be able to stay there let alone be friends with them.
“I’m George, the taller boy here is Elliot and finally, this thing,” he was pointing at the small kid, “as you probably already heard is called jack.”