Trottingham University

Author's Note

I hope you guys like this, it's a little side project I came up with to give my other story some time off. The other reason I came up with this is because I am running dangerously low on ideas for Just Another Day, and I am using this to freshen up a little bit.

You woke up in your own room, and notice that your things from your room are missing. Your Metal Gear Solid poster isn't where it should be, but instead neatly rolled up in a box with your other gaming stuff.

"That's right, today's my first day going on Campus." You thought to yourself, you then hopped out of bed and went to your closet dresser.

You put on your regular clothes, an olive green T-Shirt and faded out jeans, they weren't the most vibrant colors because they're hand-me-downs of your step dad. You didn't really know your old dad, just that he wrote you a letter, and your step dad decided to give it to you on your 20th birthday. You picked up the letter from your secret drawer in your closet dresser and opened it up to read it again one last time.

Dear Son,

We only knew each other for a very short time, but I loved you in that time we did know each other. I am giving this to Jerry to give to you on your 20th birthday, because it contains the funds needed to get you into college, and a little extra to spend. Here is the bank account here and the password to get into it, this is for you and you only.

With love, your Dad

P.S. Don't give the password to your mom, she's a heavy spender.

You chuckled at the last part, because it was true, and once you looked at the amount of deposited money your eyes shot open. What you saw in that number is a lot of zeroes, and you wondered how your Dad Dad got the money. You were 21 now, and in a few hours you were going to college. What memories you had left of your old Dad were very vague, the only memory you remember clearly is when he took you on your first hunting trip. He was writing something down in a notebook he always carried with him.

"My baby boy is finally going to college!" Your mom was in tears, she was very proud of your accomplishment to make it into college.

"Mom, I'm not a baby anymore, I'm 21 years old!" You pouted, you liked pissing people off by acting like you were a bratty child.

"You'll always be my baby boy, you're my son after all." You had a deep red blush covering your face, mothers are always trying to find some way to embarrass you. You then said your goodbyes and you got into your car and were well on your way to Trottingham University, a very upper class University, and only the richest and smartest kids could get in, in which you were both.

Not all the money that was in your father's bank account was needed, you got a half scholarship from knowing the Headmistress of the University. She was a close friend of your mother's, if you remember correctly her name was Headmistress Celestia, and she had a Co-Headmistress, her younger sister Luna. Since you got the connections, they let you in on a half scholarship, so most of the money in your father's account wasn't needed. But you weren't going to let the money take up dust either, you have to keep yourself well dressed and well fed, not to mention having to feed your video game addiction.

"This must be the place." You said to yourself, and the whole look of the school was fantastic. It was huge, the main building was in the center and dorms off to the side.

"Ahh, you must be the new student! Welcome to Trottingham!" You heard an elderly voice call out to you. You turned to see an unfamiliar face, but it was a friendly one as well.

"I am Mister Langford, the guidance counselor at this fine establishment. I've been waiting all morning for your arrival, Celestia has tasked me personally to take you on a tour of this fine school." You gestured him to lead the way, but before you could start touring something hit you, rather hard too.

"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! You must be the new kid I was hearing about! I knew the rumors were true!" She pinned you to the ground with her knees on your chest, you could barely breathe.

You look over to Mr. Langford, he was too distracted with another student to answer your quiet call for help. She then got off of you, but she got all up in your face, you were quite intimidated, but stayed calm.

"Umm, it's nice to meet you, too?" You responded.

"I know eeeverybody on campus, but I don't know you so that means I never met you before and that means I need to ask you something..." She took in a deep breath of air.

"Yes?" You were a man of few words, but you chose the right things to say at the right moments.

"Will you be my friend? Will ya? Huh? Huh?" You nodded slowly, and she burst with excitement, literally confetti was coming out of her poofy pink hair.

That was a load off your shoulders, she finally left and you caught up to Mr. Langford. You asked him about Pinkie Pie, with her, sudden appearance out of the blue.

"Pinkie Pie? Oh, that's normal, she does this to every newcomer, and the last newcomer here was Rainbow Dash I think. They're great friends now by the way, and don't worry about it, you'll warm up to her in the next few days." He responded, you silently nodded and smiled.

A few hours later you were done touring the whole University, meeting unusually friendly people, and now you were arriving at your dorm room, building B, room 24, on the second story. You went inside and laid your things you carried with you on the table, it was a very short tour so it didn't put a lot of pressure on your arms. Luckily, you looked around and saw one bed, so this was a single bedroom and you didn't have to share it with anyone.

"I see, you're the lone wolf type of person aren't you?" Mr. Langford asked, you simply nodded silently and sat on your bed. The couch in the other room was foldable, so if something happened to your other bed you could lay down on the couch bed and watch TV or play video games. Mr. Langford then left you to get unpacked, and you heard screaming from outside, you got up to see what it was, and to your surprise, two girls were there arguing over something that a guy wouldn't understand.

"Pinkie! What did I tell you about putting whipped cream in my bra?" A girl with cyan clothing and rainbow colored hair asked, Pinkie was laughing uncontrollably, you kinda chuckled a little bit too.

"I know Dashie, but it was just so funny how you reacted when you put it on!" Okay, now it was fucking hilarious, you slapped your knee, laughing as quietly as possible. The other girl noticed you and walked on over to where you were.

"And who are you looking at bub?" She had the tough guy impression written all over, but it was enough to kind of freak you out.

"Oh, Dashie, this is the new kid! New kid say hi!" She whispered over to you, you then looked from Pinkie, to the new girl, then back to Pinkie.

"Hi?" You waved your hand, and she gave you the look.

"Listen, if you tell anyone about this. You're dead to me, got it?" She grabbed you by the shirt and you nodded, almost making a little whimpering sound.

"Don't worry about Dashie, new kid. She's always like this around new kids, she was the newest out of all of us before you came here." She whispered. This, "Dashie," grabbed Pinkie by the hair and went back into their dorm room, and you were left standing out in the hallway.

"Ow Rainbow! That hurts!" She giggled, and the door slammed shut.

"The fuck just happened?" You ask nobody in particular, you went back into your room and went to take a nap, you didn't have to go to class for a few more days, to get yourself settled in.