All I can say is that I've stepped into a huge pile of shit. And I've been caught with my hoof stuck in it.

I hope they don't expel me from the school just for playing the organ. That would be very, very not good. Very not good. BAD!

Also...

"Blueblood," I addressed my companion calmly and quietly. "Turn around."

He turned around and saw them. An old-looking stallion in a suit and a pair of royal guards. And... does that old one have a beard? Do horses, ponies, any equines have beards? Goats do, but horses? Goats aren't equines, as far as I know...

Damn, that's not what I should be thinking about now, definitely!

Anyway, he seems to be the director of the school, judging by the suit. I can't make out what expression is on his face, though. Maybe he's angry, surprised, shocked...

Crap, those are all bad.

"Well, gentlecolts," the director addressed us, walking closer. And... is that a British accent I hear? Heh, classic. "As the director of this school, I should punish both of you harshly for entering this hall without permission. However, it seems that this option isn't quite rational."

He walked closer to me and smiled, looking at me.

Am I safe?

"I suppose you played rather well, colt." he told me. "In fact, much better than most ponies I've seen playing this great instrument, the pipe organ. Can you tell me where you learnt to play it so well?"

"Oh, um..." I stuttered. "Well, in the town I'm from..." work, brain, dammit! "My neighbors have pipe organ of their own, and, um, I was allowed to play it. Uh, my mother thought it was a good idea to find a teacher for me. So, that is the way I, um, learned how to play the organ. I've been playing it for, um, about three years." I lied. I just hope he thinks I'm just nervous, not a liar. Because I can’t tell him the real reason.

"It seems you'd been taught well." the director bought my lie. Whew! "Well, seeing that you know what you're doing, I think you should be allowed to play this organ. As for your friend there—" he turned to Blueblood, who was listening to our conversation. "—I shan't punish him either. I can see that you had a bet with him... And it seems you've won it." he smiled at me. "Anyhow, may I inquire as to your name?"

"Flame Metal, sir." I replied.

"Very well, Flame Metal, you will be allowed to play this pipe organ." the director nodded. "But I suppose you should play it only after your lessons. I doubt the other teachers and students could concentrate on their subjects while you were playing."

"Thank you, sir." I managed a small smile.

It seems everything went rather well.

Whew...

...

British accent, goddamnit! How could it even exist here in the first place?! There's no Britain!

"You know, I never thought you could play that well." Blueblood told me as we exited the concert hall. "It seems you've impressed even our director. I heard he isn't normally very nice towards rule breakers... Ya came out of the water dry, Flame."

"Yeah..." I replied, walking down the hall. The Magic lessons are ending soon, and that means Physical Culture starts soon. That, and the medical exam. Ugh...

"You've earned my respect. I only know a few ponies who keep their word." he smiled at me. "They mostly brag about things they can't actually do so that others think they're cool guys to hang out with..." he rolled his eyes. "Duh, that's stupid."

"Yep." I replied with a nod. What's more stupid than bragging about something you can't do? It just doesn’t make any sense.

Well, time to go.

The Physical Culture lesson has passed, and there wasn't anything of interest during it. We did sit-ups, and it's when you use all your legs so that your body lowers... Kinda like human push-ups, I guess. Max Books said that it’s the main exercise for all ponies. Well, there isn't really much to it, since, well, all we've got are legs. No arms, no hands, just legs.

To sum it up, it was boring as hell. You just do one thing for a very long time. Running, or, hm... trotting and galloping, are much better for the legs, in my humble opinion. It also makes your heart and lungs work better, I think.

Anyway, the lesson is over, and that means all the ponies in my class are going to the local hospital get their check up.

I wonder what will I have to do?

***

In the hospital, we cleaned our hooves in the public bathroom-like room that was exactly like the one I saw at the school. Hygiene is something ponies really care about, it seems. And I like it! Never liked dirty places, especially if it's where you're supposed to get clean.

So we were led by our math teacher Snow Emerald. I’d discovered that every class has a superior that overlooks it and works with the students to solve different problems that happen from time to time. It can be problems like a student having a hard time learning a certain, or an argument between students. Basically, everything that isn't bad enough for the director to come into play.

I still can't believe he let us go.

"Flame Metal," Snow called me. "Here's your list."

She gave me a small list... Hm, it has names of doctors that I must see today. A dentist, an otolaryngologist, and oculist. It is also written that the doctors will also take our blood and urine for examination. Our height and weight will also be measured.

"Follow me, students!" the teacher said a few minutes later. Well, it seems she'll be the one to lead us further.

First, we reached the room 101. It has "Measurement" printed on the door. We took a seat and started waiting.

It’s rare to see seats of any kind in hospitals. I'm glad they have some here.

Anyway, there's a line, and I have to wait. Hm... I know how to kill the time. Listen to mu—

"Hey." somepony cut into my train of thought. It was Blueblood. He took a seat near me when all of us took place in line.

"What?" I replied, turning my head to him.

"You can play instruments, right?" he stated rather than asked. "We can create a band! You do well with keyboards 'n stuff, and I... Hm, I could do... Drums! Yeah, that would be great, don't you think?"

"And what would we be playing?" I asked. I'm not really that interested in creating a band anytime soon, but maybe Blueblood has a good idea? It’d be a shame if it got wasted.

"Hm..." he tapped his chin. "We could do brostep!"

"What is that?" I asked. Name for dubstep here? Hm, I should've looked into that earlier, I suppose.

"How don't you know?" his eyes widened. "There are only three genres: classical, brostep, rap. You didn't know that?"

...

I think I can feel my eye twitching.

...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD?! WHERE'S METAL?!

...

"Hey, y'right?" Blueblood waved his hoof in front of my face.

"Yeah." I managed to reply and stop my eye from twitching. "Let's talk about this later."

"Oookay?" he replied with confusion.

...

FUCK!

I managed to calm down just before I was called into the room. They measured my height, which is sixty four centimeters. The doctor that wrote down the measurements said that I'm rather tall for my age, as ponies normally reach that height at around the age of ten to twelve. I've also learned that the average height of a colt of my age is fifty five centimeters, of a filly — fifty. That... isn't much, even for ponies of the Earth. They're surely taller than almost any adult pony here.

Duh, differences.

Anyway, my weight is eleven kilograms, and that is... underweight for my age. It’s about average for pegasi, but for unicorns the average is around fourteen. They asked me if I have any pegasi as relatives. I answered with a yes, and no more questions were asked. I guess pegasi really have hollow bones or something like that. They are sure lighter than others.

Anyway, time to go visit a dentist.

When I was called, I entered the dentist room. A unicorn stallion was waiting for me there. He was wearing a white coat and a gauze mask.

I never had any fear associated with visiting the dentist. Of course, it can be a painful visit, yet a fruitful one. Why would anyone fear dentists? They help you to make your teeth stronger.

"Good day, colt." the doctor addressed me, then gestured at a seat. "Take a seat and let's see your teeth."

I did as asked and took a seat on the... whatever it's called. I’ve never known what they call these... strange... hospital beds?

Goddamn, I don't know the name for them!

"Well, open your mouth." the doctor told me. I did as asked, and he looked into my mouth. He used a small flashlight and a small mirror on a stick (I don't know what it's called either) to see behind my teeth. When he finished looking, he said: "You can close your mouth now. I can tell you that your teeth are the whitest of your class. You don't eat anything sweet?"

"I do." I shook my head. I do eat chocolate!

"Well, it seems your genes are working well to keep your teeth clean." the doctor nodded. "But there's a small problem... You have canines. Wolf teeth, we doctors call them.

"Is it bad?" I asked. I don't want those removed!

"In your case, no." the doctor replied with a shake of his head. "But most times, these teeth tend to grow in different size and shape, often leading to toothache if not treated. Yours sit in your mouth as natural. But if you'd like them removed, it's fine."

"No, thanks." I replied. Hm, am I just lucky or do I have canines because I'm an alicorn?

"Then, you're good to go."

***

After I was checked at oolaryn-whatever, where they've checked my nose and ears, which are perfectly fine, by the way, I headed to the oculist.

There, I had to wait in line again. This time, Blueblood sat silent, not disturbing me. I was able to listen to one track before I was called in.

After I closed the door, the doctor asked me to take a seat near the opposite wall. I climbed onto a chair and looked at the well-known... thing for checking the eyesight. You know, the thing with all the letters of different sizes.

"Which row can't you read or have problems seeing?" the doctor asked me.

I looked at the letters again. Well... I see even the lowest row that has the smallest letters. I can even read them!

"I can read all the rows." I told the doctor.

"Read out the lowest letters." he asked me.

And I did read those letters. Easy! And then, I repeated it with each of my eyes while the other was closed.

I didn't have the perfect eyesight when I was human, in fact. I couldn't see the second to last row, as far as I can remember.

Wow, it means I didn't notice how my eyesight became better! And it means I can now see much farther!

After I peed into a bottle-like thing and gave it to doctors for examination, I headed to the... Goddamn, how is that place called?

Why don't I know such simple things? Ugh...

Anyway, time to give some of my blood for analysis. Hm, I wonder if there's a secret clan of vampires to which the doctors have to give most of blood least vampires start to hunt normal ponies... Huh, that's a plot for a film or book! If I were a writer I would write that! Vampires... huh, classic.

Let's stop about vampires.

So... In a line again.

"Are you scared?" Blueblood asked me. He was sitting again near me.

"No." I shook my head. "Why?"

"I was told some ponies faint from it." he whispered to me. "And... what if doctors feed vampires with our blood?"

It took all my strength not to laugh. Hah, he's reading my mind!

"Yeah, and Bigfoot exists." I rolled my eyes.

"You mean Bighoof?"

Now it took all my strength not to face...hoof. Really? You’ve got to be kidding me!

After I gave my blood for vampires (duh), I prepared to go home. Most of the others are still at the hospital, they have more doctors to visit than I do.

What can I say... Thanks, Luna, I didn't have to reveal myself! And yet... I'll have to talk to her soon.

She knows.

Author's Notes:

I'm sorry for the wait. I barely squeezed this chapter out of me. It'll be easier in a few days, though.