Vinyl was tired. Painfully tired.

Selling guitars and CD’s in one of the biggest music shops in town wasn’t something the blue-haired DJ could complain about, but on Saturdays, when it was crowded with self-taught musicians, professional singers or newly-formed bands, she really had to force herself not to collapse.

But there was something else.

Starting a new school year is never easy, but since it was her first year living (finally) alone and, furthermore, in a new town, it’s not the calm, sweet situation she wanted to have on her last weekend of freedom.

Vinyl knew that it couldn’t be that bad though. She never had trouble making friends, probably because of her music skills and her relaxed behavior. Plus, some of her old friends from school, like Micro Chips and Lyra, were coming along on her journey to Canterlot High.

“Weird name….” Vinyl thought while getting in her car. At age seventeen, she was slightly older than most other students in her school, but having her own ride was nice. She had big plans for this car: it needed to become a whole night club of her own before the end of the next year. “Yeah right! First you’ll need some money, dumbass”.
She reached for the phone in her pocket, pulled up some directions, and started driving home. She had been living there for three weeks, and still hadn’t memorize her way back.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, Vinyl finally arrived at 55, Flash Freeze Street. She climbed the entire way to the fourth floor, waved at the neighbour, and finally reached her dark brown door. It took her an additional minute to find the right key, after trying the gate’s, the mailbox’s, and her parent’s. When she heard the tumblers finally click into place, she felt like she had just found true happiness.

Vinyl’s apartment was a mess, even by her own standards. Some furniture was still in its cardboard boxes, the kitchen was filled with freshly bought cookware, and her bed was made of a single sheet fitted onto a small mattress on the ground. “Damn... I’m so buying a queen-size for myself.” But for the time being, she didn’t care, and this improvised bed was the most comfortable place she knew.

She took off her shoes, crossed her legs on her “bed”, and looked around the room, he gaze stopping on a frame holding several pictures: one of herself with her parents, Music Wind and Cotton Blue ; one with her older brother, Volume Bass. She stopped on the third picture, and felt a tear dropping on her leg. Before she knew it, it was 8 pm, and she was starving.
She got out, bought a frozen pizza in the shop on the other side of the street, got back to her kitchen, and realised she had no oven yet.

“Fuck”.

Sundays were great. Especially this one. It was, to Vinyl’s knowledge, the last opportunity she’d have to get up after 11 am for quite some time.
She forced herself to build some of the furniture she had lying on the floor, and felt a sense of accomplishment that was quickly interrupted by a dubstep remix of the usual message ringtone.
It was her phone ringing. Vinyl headed for the table, tripped on the toolbox, swore in her head, closed her eyes, hit a wall, swore again, and finally picked up the small piece of blue plastic.

“WHAT?!” Vinyl furiously typed.

“Whoaaaahhhh chill out girl!” she read on the small screen. “Is your new job that fucking stressful?”

The blue-haired girl sighed. It was Lyra, one of her best friends, texting her in the middle of the day, as usual, probably to talk about the upcoming school year.

Lyra wasn’t the kind of person Vinyl talked to in order to get a breath of fresh air. On the contrary, it was mostly when she needed action, or when she needed to get drunk with the alcohol her older brother was giving her. Lyra was a tomboyish, green-skinned, mint-and-white-haired girl who wasn’t afraid to say what she had on her mind (which sometimes led to trouble). She was also very protective, and never let down Vinyl or any of her friends. Still, she could be a bit of a bitch when she wanted to and, like Vinyl often told her, “never knew when to shut up”.

But this was a good day, and Vinyl felt in the right mood to talk to Lyra.

“Sry girl, im tryin to build these fuckin shelves”

“Riiiight dude, go on act like ur not shittin urself for the upcoming school year”

“Hey dont act like im the one with bad grades! ^^”

“Well y’know, Canterlot High is not as easy as Manehattan Public High. Plus ive heard things about some girl, Sunset Screamer or whatevr, not really cool w/ newbies apparently”

“Relaaax”, Vinyl texted, “u and i both know that if she messes w/ us, she get her ass wubbed! xD”

“Wow that sounded weird, please dont go down that road”

“Shut up dude”

“But the others seem nice, ive met some of them while visiting the school on tuesday, like a rainbow-haired one, who was suuuuch a tomboy!”

“U mean even more than u?” the DJ texted with a grin on her face.

“Fuck off”

“Well i think this kind and lovely message is a good way to end this conversation. See u 2morrow dude”

“Hey wait we only talked for like 5 minutes!”

Vinyl closed her phone, happy to imagine the face of her friend at this very moment. It was nice to see that Lyra was more of a planner than her, and went to the new school to visit. Apparently people were nice there. Cool. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t bother her too much with her… difference. She had been lucky to find a school where it wasn’t a major issue, but she didn’t know about the other students.

“Try to socialize on your first day dude, don’t spend it glued to your headphones.”

For a split second Vinyl considered not bringing her blue-and-white wireless headphones to her first day, but it quickly wore off. Her music was her life, and she had listened to dubstep for so long she wondered if it wasn’t carved in her DNA. Plus the headphones made her look cooler (about 20 percent).

As the afternoon was beginning to end, Vinyl started preparing her backpack. She wasn’t much of a serious student, but given the fact that it was her first day in a new school, she didn’t want to take any risks. She ate her meal, a handmade chicken and cheddar sandwich, on her “bed”, listening to the last song from Countess Coloratura, letting her mind wander aimlessly, to get rid of the anxiety brought by these freaking shelves.
Vinyl’s head had started to nod with fatigue, and she dozed off in her music, without even changing clothes.

It was now Monday morning, first day of school. Vinyl got in her car with a mouth full of biscuits and an energy drink in her hand. If she was right, she was going to need it.

The DJ had planned on making a small detour, and after ten minutes of driving, stopped at a crossroad, where, on the left side, she saw Satan himself.

Actually it was just Lyra. Vinyl promised to pick her up on the first day, since she didn’t want to take the risk of being late.

“Hey wassuuuuuuup girl!!” said the mint-haired girl “Nonono don’t tell me I can read your mind”.

Vinyl was too concentrated on her map and a middle finger was the best thing she could offer to her friend. She was used to it, and so was Lyra.
After a bit of driving and listening to Lyra talk about her life, the two girls finally arrived at Canterlot High.

The building was much, much bigger than what Vinyl expected. A gigantic playground surrounded by bushes was laying in front of the main entrance, and a horse stone statue was watching over the flow of incoming students, from its cubic pedestal.

Vinyl easily found a parking spot: there weren’t many students with their own rides, and she was feeling kinda proud of it.
Lyra got out first, took her stuff, and waited for her friend to turn off the engine and join her.
After doing so, Vinyl was about to follow, when something unusual got her attention, completely out of nowhere.

“What the hell?”

Author's Notes:

WOW! First chapter! Short chapter! Did you enjoy it?

The other ones will probably be longer, but don't expect me to go over 5000 words!
Maybe some grammar mistakes, my bad, trying not to be too french here. If you see any, don't comment, but send me a PM instead!

Also as you probably noticed I made some small decisions concerning unknown aspects of the movie: Vinyl, Lyra and Micro Chips are friend and arrive at CHS for their second year of high school, Lyra's a tomboy and I invented names for Vinyl's relatives.

Still, I hope you find this story pleasant! See you in the next chapter (probably 3-4 days)!