The story switches to 2nd person now. I just couldnt get the right mind set to keep writing it in 1st person.
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You inhale feeling the nice cool morning air go through your lungs. You had just gotten out of the taxi your god parents hired to drive you to the school.

You glance around, but see nothing except one pathway, and the sign next to it says To Red Thrush Private School. I guess Im walking down this road.

As youre walking down the pathway you notice how beautiful it is. On both sides of the pathway, there are giant oak trees that create a canopy above your head. The small breeze that rustles the leaves is a nice sound, and all the birds chirping only added to the feeling that this was a peaceful place. The breeze also felt really good, and you take note of how beautiful the weather was. The pathway itself is made of a brick, but when you bent over to feel it, it wasnt as rough as normal brick. Down the road in the distance you can make out the faint outline of a water fountain and some other students. Well thats odd, you wonder, I thought school would already be in session, I guess its probably their free period.

Youve always had the ability to notice the little things. Its a really strange talent, and it sometimes picks up on things you wouldnt actually think of watching for, like the small things someone does when they are lying. Most recently you had asked your taxi driver where he came from, and he told you Florida. You had already picked up on his slight New York accent, plus out of the corner of your eye you could see a picture of the taxi driver with some girl on a roof in front of the Empire State Building. That alone wasnt enough for you to actually know if he was from New York, but after some more questions, you picked up that whenever he lied, he would scratch his left forearm with his other arm, and he had done just that when you asked him where he came from. You decided not to really press on where he really was from, it wasnt something you actually HAD to know.

But this strange talent also came with a price. Because of it, you found it hard to study a lot of the time because really small things would annoy you. Be it another student tapping there pencil, or the beating of an insects wings, you would always find yourself just sitting there noticing the little things, getting enjoyment out of the funnier things people did. You figured if you ever became a teacher, this would be a great talent, you could figure out when people were getting bored or not, when they were using their phones, when the students were lying to you. You know, the things that almost every teacher you ever grew up with seemingly never had, besides seeing people use their cell phones.

Then all of a sudden you feel the strange sensation that youre being watched, and you start glancing around trying to find whats causing your discomfort. Out of nowhere a girl appears in front of you and starts talking at what seems to be a hundred miles per hour.

HiimPinkamenaDianePiebutmostofmyfriendscallmePinkieorPinkiePie.Enoughaboutmewhatsyournamewheredidyoucomefrowhyareyouhereihaventseenyouaroundareyounew-

Ow you fell backwards the second she appeared in front of you, good thing your suitcase pretty much cushioned your fall.

Um, hello there uh could you maybe slow down and repeat that? you ask as you pick yourself up, while shes still talking.

Oh sorry my friends tell me I can be a little overwhelming, well my name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can call me Pinkie or Pinkie Pie! You notice that it seemed like she was about to burst with excitement at any moment, and with every word she got a step closer to you, until she was only a few inches away from your face. Pretty blue eyes

You take a step back and she takes a step forward. Okay maybe she just doesnt know about personal space, you think. You extend your arms, and place them on her shoulders and gently move her away and say;

Okay Pinkie, could you maybe stay this far away from me at all times please? Her lip starts to quiver and it looks as if she is about to cry Oh man, why does that have to be so adorable?! Shes like a sad puppy!

Im sorry Im just not used to people being that close to me you exclaim, trying not to make her cry.

Uh, do you by chance like brownies? you ask, not really knowing what to do. Making a girl cry on your first day will not leave a very good first impression on other students.

Yeah I love brownies! Do you have some on you?! She says while walking circles around you almost as fast as shes speaking, You know, I want to be a baker when I finish school. School is really boring except for Home Ec. GAH where are those brownies!?

Oh thats cool, Im taking Home Ec. too, maybe well be in the same class. You notice how easy it is to get Pinkie off track, its like she completely forgot about you almost making her cry literally 30 seconds ago. Maybe shes just a really good actor.

Im in period 3, what about you? Also, where are those brownies!? Oh my schedule

I kind of dont have my schedule yet I have to go pick it up from, you pull out your letter from Mr. Jefferson, Mr. Hixon, do you know where he is? Please say yes

Of course I do, he is Mr. Jeffersons right hand man! Want me to take you there? WHERE ARE THE BROWNIES?!

Pinkie, you are a life saver, you know that?You wonder how you could thank herNo brain stop thinking like that. You take out the bag of brownies you made before you left to get on the plane.

Oh Im sure I can figure out a way for you to pay me back. Wait what? Way to reinforce my thoughts their Pinkie the mind reader. But for now you can just give me some brownies

Oh yeah the brownies, you say as you hand her the brownies.

Thanks! Its over this way, and she starts skipping down the path and you follow her without a word.

This is the first time you get to actually look at her without being bombarded by words. The top of her head comes up to your shoulder, so you assume shes about 5 foot 7, since your 6 foot on the dot. Shes wearing the standard uniform, a white button up shirt with a black jacket and a skirt, but her uniform has a pink trim on her skirt and jacket. Maybe theyre all like that? Her hair was quite possibly the curliest you have ever seen hair be, it looked almost alive, and on top of that it was the same shade of pink that matched her uniform trim.

You reach the end of the road and it opens up to a giant area with a few students spread out here and there. There is a giant fountain in the middle, and you can see the school down a pathway to the north. The pathway itself looks exactly like the pathway you were just on, heck if you kept walking straight and went around the fountain you would just end up walking towards the school. You feel someone poking you and look down to see that Pinkie is attempting to get you to refocus onto her. She points to a building on the left, and you assume that thats Mr. Hixons office.

Thanks Pinkie. You think about giving her a hug or something, because shes just so darn adorable, but your thoughts are holding you back. But she beats you to the chase and hugs you. Way to read my mind once again Wow, she smells like cotton candy Stop it brain.

Hey Pinkie shouldnt you be in school? You ask as she lets go of you smiling.

Nope, its my free period right now. I actually have to go back to class right about she pauses and you start to wonder what shes doing, and then the bell rings.

Now, Ill see you later! and she skips onto the pathway heading to the school, blending into the other students who were going back to class. Nice timing

You wonder if everyone who goes here is this nice. You watch as students go down the pathway to the school, some coming, some going. The students who dont just spread out through the fountain area head down the path to your right, and you assume that thats the path that leads to the dorms.

You walk up to the building Pinkie pointed too; its pretty large for an office, but everything here seems to be large. No windows out front, except one in the door. Thats quite strange. Well, might as well get this over with, you think as you go to open the door. But instead, you find it opening itself, and youre presented with a sturdy looking man with a suit on.

My boy its so good to see you, its been way too long!

Hi Mr. Jefferson

He then proceeds to give you a bear hug, and all the memories of you and him come flooding back and you have to hold back tears. He looks exactly as you remember him, jeez, he even smells the same. He broke the hug, and you could see a slight sheen over his eyes. You can see even with your height gain from puberty, you still werent as tall as him. He still smells of pinewood, you think to yourself, even your voice in your head slightly cracking whilst trying to keep your emotions in check.

Im so sorry for your loss my lad. I wish I couldve been at the funeral, but I was just so backed up on work You didnt need your talent to notice his voice breaking as he said that, your parents and he were extremely close, it must have killed him inside to not be able to make it to the funeral.

Its alright, I understand. Could we maybe talk about this sometime later where its not as public, you say wiping your eyes with your arm.

Of course, how silly of me, why dont we go see Mr. Hixon, and get you all set up. You step inside the building and watch Mr. Jefferson enter a room. The building itself has a faint smell of caramel, and it looks pretty modern. You spot a small microwave and a table with 2 chairs. You step into the room Mr. Jefferson entered and you see a man in a suit sitting down smiling. You exchange greetings with him and your talent tells you he is forcing his smile.

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And heres your schedule and dorm number, I wont ruin the surprise; Ill just tell you that the dorms are all co-ed, and that Mr. Jefferson didnt want anyone to be rooming with the person you will be rooming with. Also, you dont have to report to class until tomorrow, when youre all situated. Finally, that took forever

Thanks, which way is my dorm? You ask as you walk out the front door of the building. It was barely 1:00 pm. Mr. Jefferson had matters to attend to so he left at about 12:15.

Well there are multiple dorm buildings. I suppose you dont know where anything is currently, correct?

You were about to say no before he answers his own question and wraps his arm around you, and starts walking you around the fountain pointing things out to you. The only real buildings that you feel you would ever actually go to were the movie theatre, the clothing store that had the school uniforms available for purchase, and the coffee stand that only appeared in front of the fountain before school started. You didnt actually get to see the coffee stand, but getting coffee was part of your morning ritual, so you would almost certainly be a repeat customer.

You zoned out as he took you around telling you his opinion on every single building. Eventually you made it to the path you walked on to get here, and this is the road to the parking area! So what do you think?

You think carefully before answering, not wanting to offend him, your talent already telling you he didnt really like you, and say I think the campus is beautiful, I just hope the school is too.

Ah my boy, this main area, he said spreading his arms for emphasis, is nothing compared to the actual school, as he was saying this he turned around and faced the school.

Now, to the left of the fountain is my office, you remember of course? You nod politely.

The path heading west from where we are standing, is the way to your dorm, building C, remember? You nod again,

The path to the east is the rest of the dorms, but yours is to the west. You see a bead of sweat drop down his head and it really isnt even that hot outside, in fact, its actually quite nice.

Well Ill leave you to get situated. I think youre going to like your roommate, he said with a wink, and then he turned and started walking back to his office.

You consider your options and decide to go get your uniform after you drop off your clothes at the dorm. You begin walking down the pathway to the west of the fountain. You can see the dorm a little ways off, and decide that now would be a good time to let your mind wander back to when you zoned out in Mr. Hixons office.

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Ah, I see that you couldnt afford tuition? You nod your head,

Ah so Mr. Jefferson let you into the special program? Consider yourself lucky, he only lets a select few into it, and they are usually only people who are extremely close to him. You sense a tiny bit of hostility in his voice, like he didnt like the kids who were in the program. You decide to give him a small summary of why you probably got into the program.

Well you see, a few months ago my parents and I were at a local crab house and my dad got into a drunken fight, You blink away some tears you felt coming on and the guy my dad beat came back later and shot my parents both in the head

Oh oh my, I am sorry for your loss, I didnt mean to reopen closed wounds Mr. Hixon said with no emotion what so ever. Does this man have no soul or something!?

No its fine, its bad to keep emotions bottled up You are literally biting your lip to hold back your tears, and you see Mr. Hixon take note of it and he continues.

Well this program, like I said, is special. Mr. Jefferson only allows a select people into it. Once a week you will have to tutor someone he selects personally, and you will have to help that student in any way possible for a week. Whether it is in school, or if the student has social problems, you must help them in any way possible. He then calls a small meeting with you and the student you were helping, and asks the student if they can honestly say you helped them.

You take a minute or two to think about what he just said Basically you will just be helping a student each week with any problems they had, it couldnt be that hard, could it?

Alright, that sounds reasonable, but how will that get the rest of my tuition paid? You ask out of pure curiosity.

Well, Mr. Jefferson is a kind soul He pays the rest of your tuition for you, even if you fail to help ALL of the students he assigns you. You can sense a lot of hostility in his voice near the end. You safely assume that he completely disagrees with the program.

You are speechless, how could Mr. Jefferson be so generous? That is quite the sum of money hes putting up.

Wow is all you can say after Mr. Hixon explains this too you.

Alright, lets continue! says Mr. Hixon with fake enthusiasm.

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Well, you suppose that youre just going to have to ask Mr. Jefferson personally next time you asked him why he does that. He actually had to go attend to some matters at the school, so he left almost the instant you and Mr. Hixon started talking. You look at the plaque on the wall next to the door and it says Building C. Guess this is it. You open the door to have the wind knocked out of you, and you see a streak of rainbow before everything goes black.

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