My first day at Canterlot High was rather... interesting.... I met a few people who seemed a bit too cheery. I know I have my own, uh, "colorful" personality, but I'm not one for being fake. I'm much too different than that. 

The girls I met seemed nice enough... The classes, easy as usual. The obvious high school and boy drama was quite easy to avoid, mainly because I have been raised without any boys. Well... that's not true. I have Uncle Big Mac. And I have a Grandpa. Other than that, no boys have ever bothered with talking to me and honestly I'm perfectly okay with that.... I think. I don't really know... I've never met one my age. And I hope I never will. Mom says that her old boyfriend, Spike, started going out with her best friend behind her back. She found out when she caught them having sex, and he yelled at her for being "uncouth" and junk, so... I don't really want any of that. 

The girls are nice, though.

(I'm allowing anyone with an o/c to join in on my story. All you gotta do is tell me your pony's name, appearance, and personality. Also I will allow shipping but first come first serve, soooo....)