Oh my god why won't he shut the fuck up?! Zaanne complained in my head.

Not sure, but when he does, I'm fairly certain the world won't change from his speech. I continued to ignore my papa's rant about Obama being satanist as i listened to music through my headphones. A bouncy and chirpy song about Pinkie being a gypsy danced through my head, bringing an instant smile to my face, something most songs, or anything at all, can do.

So what's new at school? zaanne asked, as if he cared. He was just reasonably trying to distract us from anything but the gypsy bard, which was a thank on his part. You finished your homework, Sonny?

I don't do homework at home, and since it was the weekend i didn't do crap. looking out the window, there wasn't much to see. Besides the highway full of random cars and diesels, there was nothing but plains for farming, though nothing will grow in February, even if it was already 80°F and only 7:45 in the morning.

"-and the meteor is said to fly by Dallas. I'm sure your teacher would be more than happy to let you go out and see it." My sister said from behind me, breaking me out of my ignorant state.

"Won't it look like a spaceship?" I asked, since i could never see the difference between a spaceship in flight and a burning chunk of ice.

"Actually, this one is shown to give off green fire due to some stuff in it, so it doesn't look anything like a space ship" my sister pointed out. "It's an unknown ice like element though, so I can't tell you what it is. There could be some metals that can burn green though, but it'd need to be on the outer layer of it, which would be impossible for metal to stay on this ice."

You don't say? I thought as I paused the music to listen up, picturing how it might look. Green ice? Sounds more like a crystal, like supermans house.

Was his house ice or crystal? Zaanne asked And wouldn't the green crystal not be good for superman?

That's kryptonite, not just any crystal, and I figure it's just a metal from another planet stored in the ice.

Ooohh, alieny Zaanne said. Ask the encyclopedian bitch if there's alien life on there.

I asked Tristen what Zaanne told me, without cussing, and she responded, "Aliens don't exist, and it's too hot for anything to be alive. Nobody knows how the ice is withstanding the heat."

Probably because it's in green, Zaanne pointed out. maybe it's poison and will hit the earth and cause a plague on you fuckers

It might have metal on it as well, which is chemically fusing with the fire to give off a green flame.

Meh, we'll just have to see what it is.

"We're here, get your stuff and hurry off" papa said as he parked at the schools kindergarten entrance.

The school was fairly small for having a high school in it, being about 20 feet tall at most and about half a football field in area, most of that being the basketball room, or gym. The schools structure was pretty much four cement pillars in each corner of the main room, the gym, having the classrooms pressed into the walls like a baby giant's shelf.

The high school classes were on the second floor of the building, which had a hole through the wall for people to watch basketball games from the hallway a story high. As for the walls that weren't open, there was paper covering most of one wall with huge words yelling "DO IT FOR NOAH!!!", Noah being some guy that got bullied so much he committed suicide.

Another wall was mainly empty besides the stairs that lead to the science lab and a board full of random papers like "sign up for the talent show!" And "are you up for the challenge?" Having a picture of some girl that got killed in a school attack a few years ago, making the school more depressed than motivated.

The last wall had nothing but the school symbol, a blue eagle with "Advantage" under it in bold, and one of the basketball hoops with the other hanging in the air.

At this time, the kindergarteners were getting lined up to go to their classes under the ground as they do every day. I told my brother my farewell as he sprinted off to his classmates. My sister had waited in the van again so less people would be around to question her pregnancy, which left me and zaanne alone to walk to class, besides the hundred kids rushing around, trying to beat the bell. I was in no rush, so I went upstairs and strolled into algebra, hearing the students yell and laugh from a few yards away.

For a class of an estimated 15 students, they sure know how to keep you from getting to your seat. As for today, they seemed to be all piled in one area, taking chairs from other desks to all sit in a group around some guy. The commotion was fairly incomprehensive but it was obvious they were asking questions, which meant the poor ring leader was either crying and they were comforting him by raising his anxiety through the roof, or he was new to the school, most likely both.

Avoiding that group, i sat with my usual friends, which consisted of Kenneth, an African American kid that always wore a furry black jacket and Jacob, who was pretty much neon white, and mainly known for his sideburns.

Seriously, his sideburns are probably the only reason he's known outside of me and Kenneth. They were perfect rectangles, spiking out the bottom, extremely dark brown and sooo didn't match his hair, which was gelled down, bowled strangely flat compared to mine. Kenneth was known for having a more famous girl named Michela always being around him and him being strangely smart in most classes besides algebra. I never really considered how they got any fame.

As for me, i was more infamous for being... well, that guy thanks to the mix of A.D.H.D., Aspergers Syndrone and the brony thing.

I was the only brony in high school at the time, the only other being some 8th grader with an obsession over Applejack.

Sitting down next to Jacob, i placed my stuff down next to me only to have my binder expectedly taken by Kenneth, who sat behind Jacob, and began to grab some paper out and pass it around to us, starting math. I pulled out some pencils and handed two mechanical ones to them, since they were going to ask anyway.

"Hey Jaykey," i asked, still unsure why i call him that, "who's the new kid?"

Jacob looked over at me, obviosly being affected by the Monday plague, "No clue." he huffed, laying his head back down to sleep.

I figured Kenneth would have the same answer so i got up, grabbed my binder from him and snuck over to the new person.

Give him the creeper approach, Monday treat Zaanne suggested in my head.

Sounded like a fun idea to me, so i slowed down my walking and crept closer. You haven't seen "creeper" until you've seen a 200 pound teen with greasy, curly hair give you a full sized, double chinned Jack Douglass creeper face. Hiding behind two fluffy Mexican teens, I started the creeper face and got a look at who i was dealing with.

The new kid was fairly athletic looking, skinny yet muscular at the same time. His hair was slick and spiked forward, glowing fire red in the fluorescent lighting. He was holding on to a bag, a typical blue backpack, to his chest as the students swarmed him, interrogating and waiting for him to answer, each time people got all giggly since his voice had a cute British accent added with each word.

I stood there waiting until he saw me, and that's when everyone else saw me too. Almost all of my classmates jumped, including him, who probably was anxious to begin with.

I couldn't help but laugh, which just made it creepier. Most of my laughs just sound like high pitched, maniacle laughter. I hopped back to let the ones who flinched regain their heads and start yelling at me, making me laugh more.

Like i said, I'm that guy.

"Seriously Gabriel, what's your problem!?" Wyatt, the "act tough" one, complained.

I couldn't think of what to say so i just responded with "kool aid" and set my attention back to the new fella, "hello, human!" I chirped as if i weren't one.

"Uhh... Hello?" He asked, still trying to retreat from my attention. "Who are you"

"I'm me, and you must be you, so hi you!" god i sound like an idiot, lol

..... What? Lol? Why the hell would you say that?! Zaanne yelled.

And once again I sound stupid

"No, what's your name?" He asked, slightly agitated now.

"Oh right, my name's Gabriel, but you can call me what everyone else calls me, gabe. Well that and faggot." I said before giggling stupidly to myself, switching from a Bo Burnham joke to a Jar-Jar reference. "Now, whosa are yousa?"

You can't do Jar Jar, dude, only Jar Jar can do Jar Jar.

Dude? And I'm the one with stupid words?

"It's Rayden, or just Ray" he replied, still giving me the priceless looks of confusion.

"Well nice ta meet ya! Welcome to advantage academy, where they act like we learn! Why are you stuck here?"

Before he could respond my teacher called for Ray to sign some papers for him, so we both departed, but not before seeing his hand. There was a not so interesting ring on it, unless you understood it's meaning. It was just a simple plastic ring, maybe cost 50 cents in a toy slot thing. The interesting part was the dark red lightning bolt, barely cut and held on by a poorly made bouncy like wings spray painted gold.

If I were just any less of a brony, I wouldn't have thought twice of it, but now that I saw it I had about three times as many questions as the others.

"Loyalty eh?" I asked, catching his attention. Guessing he's a closet brony eh? If so that's fairly brave of him to wear that.

Guessing you're canadian, eh?

He looked back to me as i remembered i was still holding the binder. Showing it to him, I'm pretty sure his eyes grew three sized that day, anime style. "We'll talk about her later, got stuff to do", he said before walking to the teacher.

We spent the rest of our classes working, not alot of talking and alot of dozing off due to the day. After 6th period my head was buzzing from constant teachers who didnt appreciate me sleeping in some classes or running in circles for no reason, just random spurts of energy that i needed to take care of before i went even more phyco.

Zaanne had the better end of it all, since he can sleep as much as he wants in my head.

I don't really see how Pythagorean theorem is gonna help me become a comedian, I thought as he woke up.

Well once you start making your own jokes you can do what you want.

I do make my own jokes! i thought, hard to express anger if it's in your head.

tell me one then, see if i laugh

I thought for a moment before responding, so these two ponies walk in a bar.

Yeah?

Kidding, they trot!

... That was the stupidest thing i have ever heard.

Well not as stupid as our congress, I retorted. So what if the joke was republican, it's unexpected so it's virtuous.

After a small pause he responded, shit that's stupidly good, though he didn't sound very happy. I jogged to science, nowhere near late but i needed to take out some energy.

As of walking into my science teachers room, you could tell from the lack of papers that we were gonna have some fun. Instead of packets or premade notes, there was a small telescope and a map, apparently showing the solar systems orbit with multiple objects.

This is a weird setup for biology, Zaanne said, not at all complaining.

Then my science teacher came out. He was the perfect golfing grandpa figure, with the thin white hair, wrinkled eyes and tacky 60's clothes. His favorite club, i think a driver, was set up above the labratory door, giving perfect angle to give your head a whole in one if it fell.

"Hi Mr. Sanders! What are we gonna do today?" I asked, as if i had to.

"Well if you didn't hear, there's a mysterious meteor that we're gonna observe today, glows green for no reason", he said, "There's no shown chemical in it that we know of that burns green like it does, though many substances do emit green photons when hit by a heat source."

I didn't know why i cared so much over it's molecular structure but i continued to listen, fascinated by the meteor for no good reason. "Is there any way we can gather this new element for research?"

Before he could answer there was a booming noise far away, faint but noticeable. "That would be our ball, lets take a swing shall we?"

Ok, that was cheesy as hell Zaanne appropriatly moaned.

Agreed, let's go watch crap go boom