I'm New Here

“So what are you plans now?” Lyra asked as I laid my head on the pillow on her bed. I gave a shrug.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really planned ahead much to be honest,” I admitted. Mom had said as long as I got all my homework done, chores at home and around the shop done and got good grades, I could go over to Lyra’s to hang out and spend the night practically whenever. As long as I made her aware of my plans of course and how long I’d be at her place.

“Gotcha,” Lyra pressed her head against mine. I smirked as I made eye contact with her.

“Someones in a good mood today,” I teased. She had been in a really good mood because her parents had visited last week. They seemed like very nice people and liked me too. Just super busy. Her grandma was a super nice women too.

“Always in a great mood when my parents are home. It was a pretty good week. Sorry I wasn’t around much,” Lyra sighed.

“Don’t be sorry. You don’t get to see them often. It’s perfectly understandable you’d want to be with them,” I chided.

“I know but,” she sighed again.

“But what?” I asked curiously.

“I know they’re working all the time to provide for my future and stuff. I respect that they work often to make sure we have enough money but I wish they were here more. I respect them and all for that. More than you know. Sounds selfish.”

“It’s not selfish to want attention from your parents. It’s perfectly natural. They are super nice people but could be here more. At the same time, aren’t you a bit glad they aren’t?” I asked. Lyra gave me a confused look.

“How do you figure?”

“Well you have your friends and me come over literally whenever you want or come over whenever you want. Plus, we get to hug or make out around the house often,” my face slightly turned red at admitting that. “And you wouldn’t get to drink your alcohol.”

“You have a point. The pros do seem to outweigh the cons. At least they are able to call more now because or their schedule.”

“How often do you drink anyway?” I questioned sternly. Lyra gave me a smirk.

“Not often. Only when I’m bored or lonely or tired. I rarely get bored though. I have my friends and my video games and my bed. And other things,” Lyra’s grin turned mischievous.

“Uh like what?” Lyra pointed a finger at a white pegasus.

“Like that!” She said eagerly.

“What is that?”

“Pegasus. He’s the father of all the pegasi in Greek mythology,” Lyra clarified. “I’m a huge Greek mythology fan.”

“Is this how you always pass your tests when we cover Greek history in Miss Cheerilees class?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s a cool class.”

“Then why are you always asleep in it?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Because,” Lyra shrugged. “I already know everything. I only took the class because I knew it was an easy passing grade and that it would look good on my report card.”

“That actually makes a bit of sense. Why don’t you pass chemistry then?”

“Why would I want to pass chemistry? I don’t plan on being a scientist like a girl I was friends with as a kid,” Lyra replied.

“Why not?” I pointed out.

“Because I don’t understand the homework. Mythology is cooler anyway.”

“Where’s your homework?” I asked. Lyra pointed to the nightstand next to me. I quickly picked it up and scanned it. “An absolute zero is a a theoretical condition concerning a system at the lowest limit of the thermodynamic temperature scale, or zero kelvins, at which the system does not emit or absorb energy. Basically, all atoms are at a rest.By extrapolating the ideal gas law, the internationally agreed-upon value for absolute zero has been determined as negative two hundred and seventy three point fifteen degrees Celsius. Which is negative four hundred and fifty nine point sixty seven Fahrenheit or zero kelvin.” Lyra stared at me in confusion.

“What?”

I nervously stood in front of Derpy’s front door. I reached out with a fist and gently knocked. A pink girl opened the door with a glare.

“State your name and business,” she grumbled coldly as she pushed aside a strand of her violet hair out of her eye. I took a nervous step back. “Well? Are you going to speak?”

“Amethyst Star!” Derpy chided, glaring at the girl as she gave her a shove. “Be nice to my friend Bon Bon!” Amethyst folded her arms and grumbled as she walked away. “I’m sorry about my sister. Come on inside.” Derpy yanked me inside and shut the door.

“What’s her deal?” I asked.

“It’s her time of the month. She’s always a jerk during it,” Derpy said simply. I gave a sympathetic shudder at that. I felt her pain. I was a witch sometimes during mine.

“I heard that! I am not a jerk!” Amethyst shouted from another room angrily. Derpy rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Eat your chocolate ice cream and watch your tv!” She shouted back as we walked upstairs. “Watch out.”

“For what?” I asked as something grey with blonde hair attached itself to my waist.

“Hi! I’m Dinky!” The young girl stared up at me. I gave a massive grin at the display she was giving me.

“Hey kid,” I ruffled her blonde hair. “How’s it hanging?”

“Pretty freaking lit! I had a fire day at school yesterday!” Dinky chirped. I gave her and Derpy a confused look.

“What?” Derpy chuckled and gave me a smirk as she patted my head.

“It’s a Dinkyism. It’s her own language. Apparently those words are going around the high school and the middle school. She essentially said that she had a good day and she’s in a good mood.” Dinky squeezed my waist again and I swear I thought Pinkie could hug strong. She didn’t hold a candle to this kid.

“I’m always in a good mood!”

“Be quiet! It’s too loud in this house!” Amethyst groaned.

“Wanna know a secret?” Dinky asked me conspiratorially, gesturing for me to lean in. I complied with a curious look. “Amethyst acts like a bitch sometimes.”

“Dinky!” Derpy glared at her. “Don’t call your sister that. Just because she’s mean right now doesn’t mean you can be either!”

“Sorry,” Dinky winked at me as she took off to her room, dropping an empty bag of gummy worms. Derpy picked it up with a groan.

“That explains her hyper activeness today.”

“What does?”

“Gummy worms. They wind her up like crazy.”

“Oh,” I smirked. “So I tried to teach Lyra chemistry.” Derpy gave me a sympathetic look.

“Let’s go talk about it. This should be entertaining.”