Trottingham University

Author's Note

Thank you guys for all the positive feedback, I really thought this would be another one of those, "poke it with a stick and see something bad happen," type of story. Today alone I get 60+ favorites, but only 41 likes, could you possibly somehow, "boost" it a little bit? I hope it's not too much to ask for, and you don't have to if you don't want to. Anyways, that is all, and have a good day in Trottingham.

"Well, my life is officially fucked." You say to yourself, and nobody was around to help you anymore. You're practically on your own, and the only friend you have so far is Pinkie, and she is a bit... loopy. There was so many things you needed to do today, like unpack your things and map out routes of how to get to your classes the quickest way possible. Not to mention organize once you unpack your shit.

"Time to get to work." You let out a heavy sigh, and began unpacking.

"Video games, over by the TV." You carefully unravel your Playstation 3 and Xbox 360 from the bubble wrap and plug them into the TV. Your stack of games that is three feet long you put them on the shelf conveniently right next to the TV. You put the pile of tempting bubble wrap to the side, ain't nobody got time for popping bubble wrap right this instant.

"Clothes, into the dresser with you." You then stack up your clothes and put your most used ones on top, the ones you don't really wear but your mom makes you go into the bottom of the pile.

"Alright, Blankie the Blanket, you are here." You still kept your baby blanket from childhood, a bit childish but it helps when you get cold at night. The other good thing is that it keeps monsters away from you when they hide under your bed.

You hear a knock on the door, and you put on some clothes to look presentable. You put on a faded red Tee and some saggy cargo shorts. You open up the door to the girl who tried to mug you from yesterday, you cowered back, and she looked at you in confusion.

"I didn't scare you that much, did I?" She laughed, you were in the middle of unpacking, and she looked around the place. You already had your Video Game posters hung up on the walls, Metal Gear Solid, Call of Duty, Skyrim, and all that good stuff. You also had your collectibles on the shelf with your game library, she looked like she was in heaven.

"Wow, an RC-XD, a MQ-27, the Skyrim Dragon, what don't you have?" She asked jokingly.

"Friends." You mutter under your breath, she turned on your Xbox and put in Call of Duty, she was surprised at your prestige level and rank. You let her play on your Xbox, because you have no use for it at the moment, because you were still organizing all your stuff.

"You don't really talk much do you?" She gave you that look again, which made you feel uncomfortable.

"No. Now if you could please put down Scruffles." She had a fishbowl with your pet fish Scruffles in there. Scruffles was a goldfish, and you decided to keep him after he was left over from your last fishing trip.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I'm Rainbow Dash, sorry if we umm, got off on the wrong hand yesterday. I was grumpy after Pinkie put whipped cream in my bra." She rubbed the back of her head and smiled sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you, now can you please put down Scruffles?" She swished the bowl around, and you saw that Scruffles was upside down. She killed your Goldfish, and now you were sad. You grab the bowl from her hands and went into the bathroom, you dumped Scruffles into the toilet and flushed it.

"Goodbye Scruffles, I'll miss you. Have a good rest of your life in fish Heaven." You sniffed.

"I-I'm sorry about your fish..." She tried to comfort you.

"It's okay, those types of Goldfish don't last so long anyways. I think he was going to keel over today anyways." You respond. You got up and went back to work unpacking your things, your mother seemed to go overboard when you asked her to help you pack.

"'I only packed the essentials,' she said, 'It would be everything that I needed,' she said." You grumble, and in speaking of grumbling, your stomach did just that.

"If you're hungry I know the perfect place we can go!" She dragged you along in the hallway, and downstairs. You were surprised at her strength for a rather small person, you weighed in at about 190 pounds, and she was about your height. She brought you into the food court of the main building, and it smelled delicious. It was an actual food court, no cafeteria shit from your past experiences in school. The court had one thing that caught your eye as of right now and at this very moment, cheese fries. Cheese fries are one of your favorites, other than Chinese takeout and pizza, now that you know that this place sells cheese fries, your life was set. Rainbow then gave a twenty to you, but you denied it and pulled out a twenty yourself and gave it to the clerk.

"I'm usually the one who pays for the food, so mine as well continue that streak." You tell her, she shrugged and sat down with Pinkie and a few other girls you didn't know.

You didn't have a place to sit, so you sat down on the floor and in the corner, you were perfectly fine with it, because it was all quiet and nobody bothered you. You then thought about how you were going to map out your pathways to and from classrooms. You were deep in thought, and it was broken by a girl who sat down next to you, and she was a bit, unusual.

"Hello?" You tried to get her attention, in which you were successful in your mission. She smiled at you and responded.

"Oh, hi! I didn't see you there. Say, are you that new kid?" You nod.

"In that case, my name's Ditzy Doo, and it's nice to meet yo-" She was cut off by someone grabbing her by the shirt.

"Hey yo bitch! Where's my lunch?" You look at Ditzy, and she was scared for her life.

"Go away Blueblood! I'm not your bitch!" She cried out.

"Oh yeah? Well how about I teach this bitch a lesson about obedience?" He raised his hand to bitch slap her, but you got up and blocked it from making contact.

"Get the fuck, out of here." You had a deeper tone than usual, and the whole cafeteria was quiet.

"Or what dickweed?"

"Or I'll kick your ass into next week. And when you get back, you'll be crying to mommy once I'm done with you." The whole crowd did that, "Oooooo," thing like when someone made a good burn joke. Luckily, all that time you wasted in CQC class last year might be able to pay off, but luckily he backed off. You then went back to a happy mood, finished the rest of your lunch, and went back to your dorm room, as if nothing ever happened in the first place.

"This isn't over new kid." He pointed at you, and you had a blank expression, showing no emotion whatsoever, still walking back to your dorm.

"Who was that guy? I-If you don't mind me asking that is." A girl with long, light pink hair asked Rainbow. She smirked, because she might have some competition in athletics now.

"That's the new kid." Rainbow responded.

You get back to your dorm room and slid down with your back against the wall, and facepalmed. Pretty much everything was unpacked up now, and you now have the rest of the afternoon to establish your trails through the school. You had Mr. Langford help you out with this, since most of the time during your tour you were zoned out, staring into space.

"So if I could go through here from Science, I could get to History in a pinch. From there to the Math room I could take the back stairs. English room in on the other side of the hall way from math, so that's convenient. Finally, there is my culinary arts, athletics, acting, and my psychology class... What am I going to do about those? Teleport?" You lightly chuckle to yourself. You had the whole thing covered, luckily all of your academic classes were in one wing of the building, and your optional ones were in the other, so the only time you would be having most trouble is switching between wings, it also depends on traffic.

"Thank you Mr. Langford! I'll see you tomorrow!" You messed up his neck tie and his suit was now covered in dust. He adjusted his tie back in place and dusted himself off. He chuckled and went on his way back to his office. You get back to your dorm, with your expertly drawn map in your hand. You hang it on the wall just in case you were to ever forget your routes.