It can be a little scary moving to a new town. That's what Bon Bon's mom said the day she and her sisters were told they were moving. At first, it was scary. The roads were different, the houses were different, even the grass looked a little different. The way it swayed looked a lot different then the way it did back where she grew up. But, it wasn't that bad. Bon Bon took it step by step as she always did. She took charge of her sisters and led them like she always did.

It can be a little scary going to a new school. That's what Bon Bon's mom told her the first day of fall. The first day of school in a new town. Her mom told her because the others would need Bon Bon to lead them. She had always been the strongest of them. On the bus ride to school, her sisters cluttered around her like little lost hens. Through the halls of the school, they hung close to Bon Bon; forcing her to shuffle with each step so as not to step on any of her sisters' feet. They were a sight to see to be sure. Eight children cluttered together like a clutch of eggs; neither one of them wanting to break from the other. Eight sisters moving together in a cluster; each one looking VERY similar to one another.

Bonnie, the eldest of the sisters. She was the tallest by a good inch and a half. An inch and a half she wore proudly even when she slouched and wore her usual scowl.

Bombe, the second oldest. Even though the sisters all shared the same hair color and even fashioned it the same every day, she was able to be outed by the ever present smudge of some sort of snack against her chin or lips... Or nose... Or cheek... Or anywhere above the shoulders.

Bon Suite, or Suite for short. She wouldn't want to get someone confused with one of her sisters after all. No matter the time of day, Suite always had this tired and listless look in her eyes that was accompanied by her drowsy smile.

Bonelle, an energetic little thing. It was hard to find Bonelle not running one of her little pet projects. Weeding, planting flowers, making hats, eating half-baked pies. She was a firecracker to say the least.

Bond, the youngest and most smooth of the girls. Day or night, Bond always had a pair of sunglasses on because, as she said would put it "it's bright on planet cool". At least to her sisters, she was as cool as the other side of the pillow.

Bonita, the not-so-brightest of the bunch. While the others would look around the halls of the new school, trying to figure out what they'd do next and what would happen here, Bonita was preoccupied looking around the halls trying to figure out where she was and how she got there.

Sweetie Drops, the outspoken daughter. When there was a problem (her own problem or someone else's), you better believe she would be at the front lines of letting everyone know. And that usually came with an unhindered way of putting everything.

Lastly, there was the middle child. She wasn't the tallest, she wasn't the shortest. She wasn't the coolest, she wasn't the dorkiest. She wasn't the smartest, she wasn't the dumbest. She didn't speak up the most, she didn't keep to herself much. She was just Bon Bon. Little leader Bon Bon.

It can be scary not being around friends all the time. That's what Bon Bon's mom told her before she left that morning...

The halls of the school were filled with tearful cries and screams of defiance when the school councilor informed the eight girls that some of them were in different grades, so they couldn't stay together. Bon Bon understood that and didn't put up a fight. The triplets -Bond, Bonita, and Sweetie Drops- were in first grade still; Bon Bon and Bonelle was in second grade; Suite was in third; and the twins -Bonnie and Bombe- were in fourth. Back home at Ponyheights Elementary, all of the grades were in a single lump from first to fifth. They had been used to never being apart for long. But now...

Bon Bon roused her sisters, calling them together and gave them some words mom handed down to them. "It can be scary not being around friends all the time. So make new friends and keep the old ones. We'll all see each other at lunch, recess, and on the bus."

There were tears. Mostly from Bond and Bonnie, but they all chinned up. For Bon Bon. But, even Bon Bon was just putting up a strong front. What would it be like to make new friends? She had friends back home; friends she still talked to on the phone whenever she could. But, she knew them since they were in diapers... Making friends from the beginning was so strange.

It was scary.

Still, Bon Bon gripped tightly to her bag lunch and headed down to her first classroom. The moment she passed through the doors of that class would change her life. That's what she knew. But, she didn't know the change to her life would happen the exact second she went through the door.

The class of second graders were all giggles and chuckles as they watched their teacher fume again. Every day since school started, the teacher would play a friendly little game with one of the kids. It started as a way for them to learn complex rules to some games; like chess, checkers, and even some card games. However, one second grader wasn't fully apart of the program that the teacher had expected. Every morning before class, the little green haired girl named Lyra would sit at the teacher's desk and play them in a game of chess. To the kids, it was a nice little treat for them to come early to class. For the teacher, it was an infuriating experience. For Lyra, it was a snore.

"Queen to--Ahhh, you know where I'm going," Lyra shot a smirk and toppled over one of the teachers knights to cement her lock down of the board. "Looks like checkmate again, teach."

Her teacher cursed under her breath, not wanting any of the kids to report her. She quickly put the chess board away and went to her purse, fishing out a pack of smokes to go through before class started. As she stormed out of the room, Lyra spun around on the swivel-chair she had claimed as her own and looked to the rest of the kids. "Sooooooooo... Anyone else wanna play a game?" Lyra smiled as bright as bright could, her freckles rising against her fine cheeks.

She hated her freckles, but, her mother said that one day her skin would maybe grow out of it if she took good care of herself. Lyra preyed for the day that would happen. Looking over the group of kids, none of them seemed to want to speak up to her. Quickly, Lyra scooted off of the chair and laughed, trying to ease their nerves. "Now come on. I wanna do something fun!" Lyra half-pleaded with them.

Still, they all looked away from her and muttered a little amongst themselves. This always happens...

"I got something fun you can do," suddenly, one of the kids spoke up. She was standing in the back and didn't really make a move to get any closer, but Lyra listened up. "If you're so bored, how'bout kissing the next person who walks in?"

All of the kids gave a challenging 'oooooooooooo' at that one. Now Lyra really wanted to know who was challenging her to something like this. Still, the girl calling her out didn't move up at all. Even though she didn't Lyra nodded with a cocky smile and huffed up at the ceiling like some prideful boar. "Psh! Is that all? I can do that."

Lyra walked with pure swagger to the front door of the class, her head held high and her arms swinging at both sides. All of the kids in the class watched and whispered how gross that was and how she'd get cooties. It was the moment Lyra came to the door of the class that it sunk in what she was doing. What if it was some cross pig-pen boy? Or the teacher with her smoke-house dress? Or what if it was a monkey? Did they let monkeys into schools?

While she thought over what could happen, something did happen. The door to the classroom opened slowly and everyone started squealing and going into a crazed frenzy to see if Lyra was going to do it or not. Her heart started to pound up against her ears. Everyone's squeals and yelps were killed by her own body starting to clam up on her. If she backed down now...

She didn't think about it. She didn't even look. Lyra shut both her eyes and leaned in to kiss whoever was coming through the door. If it was the teacher, she'd feel cotton against her lips. If it was some kid covered in dirt, it would soon be mud against her lips. And... Oh no. What if the person turned and she kissed them on the lips? Gross!

But... Nothing. Her lips touched against something soft. Skin. But, it was growing hot. Lyra sort of liked it...