I'm New Here

I stood in front of a medium sized highschool and tried to ignore the loud students laughing and yelling as they saw their friends. I had forgotten my headphones at home on my desk so no opera for me today sadly. Which sucks because I could really use it. I caught a glimpse of movement in my peripheral and tensed up slightly. I knew no one here and didn’t trust a soul in this building.

“Muffin?” I turned my head slightly to the left where a grey girl with messy blonde hair and a eye problem was holding a basket of muffins out to me eagerly. I don’t judge so I was avoiding looking at her eye. We all can’t be the same after all.

“Uhm sure. Thank you Miss,” I hesitantly took it and bit into it. Even though I had breakfast and wasn’t all that hungry, I didn’t want to be rude and make an enemy on our first day of school. The girl smiled wider and giggled.

“You don’t have to call me Miss. Derpy is fine,” she nodded at the muffin in my hand. “Do you like it?” She wore a hopeful expression that looked absolutely adorable.

“It’s good. I like the blueberries,” I said honestly. I really did enjoy blueberries. My favorite fruit. Same with strawberries. Did they ever decide if strawberries were a fruit or not? I don’t care, I’m still calling them berries. Easier that way. I don’t really like change to be honest.

“What’s your name?” Derpy asked eagerly.

“Uh Bon Bon,” my eyes flicked around nervously. She grabbed my hand and shook it really fast. Fast enough that I felt myself getting a bit dizzy. Thankfully she let go before anything worse happened. I’d hate to throw up on her and ruin her skirt or shirt. “I’m new here.”

“Silly girl! We’re all new here because we are all freshmen!” Derpy laughed and I cursed myself internally at my mistake. “Well most of us are. I am. There’s sophomores, juniors and seniors here too.”

“I’m also uh new to Canterlot,” I admitted cautiously.

“Oh! Well, welcome. Where did you move from?”

“Uh Trottingham,” I answered as I caught a glimpse of a pink girl with pink poofy hair walking up.

“Hey Derpy!” She shouted and I cringed a little. This was the loudness I wanted to avoid.

“Hey Pinkie,” Derpy chuckled as she hugged her. “How was your summer?” Pinkie excitedly hugged her back.

“Great! Did lots of baking, eating frosting, eating sugar out of the container!” Pinkie gushed. In my opinion, the girl could use less sugar. She let go of Derpy and glanced over at me. Her eyes went wide and she made a gasping sound before jumping in the air and quickly ran away just as quick as she had appeared.

“Uhm what was that about?” I asked cautiously.

“That would be Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie. She’s harmless. Mostly. I’ve know her since fourth grade,” Derpy shrugged as she smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt. So my theory had been right. I was going to be in the majority of the odd one out here at this school. Maybe a few others would be the same and I could talk to someone. “Hey I’ll be right back and I’ll show you around, okay?”

“Okay,” I muttered. Why she was asking my permission to leave, I’ll never know. She nodded as she walked up to a mint green teen with green hair and a white streak in it. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an unzipped grey jacket with the words Disturbed on the sleeve and she was wearing a shirt that said Slipknot on it under the jacket. Whatever that was. She and Derpy hugged and started eagerly talking as I stared at the girl. She glanced over gave me a faint smile along with a wave. I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks faintly burning. Why, I have no idea. I don’t even know what that means.

“Hello everyone! My name is Miss Cheerilee and I’m the English teacher, math teacher and the librarian. I’m going to be your teacher for these next four years so I hope you guys don’t get too tired of me. I see some new faces and I see some familiar faces,” the young women at the front of the class smiled warmly. I had an odd attraction to her. She just has such a warm and friendly personality that you can’t help but like her and want to be around her more. “Why don’t the new students go around and tell us something about themselves in order for us all to get to know each other?”

That sounded like an awful suggestion. I hate public speaking and this was just another form of it on a smaller scale. Derpy was sitting next to me as she built a building out of pencils. A girl a few rows ahead of me stood up and I hoped we weren’t going down the row because I was forth then.

“Uh I’m Lavender Lace. I’m fifteen and I like reading and going to magic shows,” she sat down and Miss Cheerilee beamed.

“Excellent Lavender! It’s nice to meet you.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie does all the best magic shows in all of Canterlot!” A blue teen wearing a cape and hat boasted with a grin.

“Please no interrupting Trixie,” Miss Cheerilee chided with a smile. I was surprised she wasn’t mad or anything. So far she seems like a great teacher but this is the first day. Things might change and this might be an act to get us to like her. If I was brave enough I would ask around about her but I’m too scared and shy for that.

“How about you?” Miss Cheerilee pointed at Derpy. She eagerly stood up and almost fell.

“My name is Derpy. I like baking and muffins!” She grinned as she held out the same basket of muffins from earlier. “I made enough for everyone in the class!” Miss Cheerilee took the basket with a smile and set it down on the table.

“Thank you for such a a kind gesture Derpy! I’ll be sure to pass them around after this. Do you have a sister by any chance?”

“Yes. I have a sister named Dinky and a brother named Crackle Pop. They are in the middle school wing. I have another sister named Amethyst Star. She’s a freshman this year too,” Derpy answered as she sat down.

“I’ve met all three. Very nice kids,” Miss Cheerilee smiled as she stopped at my desk and my blood froze. “What about you, young lady? What’s your name?”

“M-me?” I pointed at my chest and she nodded. “B-Bon Bon.”

“What do you like to do Bon Bon?” Miss Cheerilee asked with her warm smile. I responded by sliding into my seat in an attempt to make myself seem small and she gave a nod. “You don’t have to answer. I hope to get you to come out of your shell a bit this year, Bon Bon. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I whispered. This was going to be a long year.