“So, where do we get that picnic lunch?”

         “I don’t know Ditzy…” you say, looking around the hallway and rubbing the back of your neck.

         You had quite literally just walked through the door everyone else had walked through after the bids were finalized, besides Tom, and you were quite confused on where to go next.

         Alright thinking time…

         You reach into your pocket to be greeted by lint.

         Okay, no phone.

         “Hey Ditzy, do you have your phone on you?”

          “Yup.”

         She continues to smile at you as you wait patiently for her to bring out her phone. After about thirty seconds you realize she isn’t.

         “May I see it please?”

         “Oh, yeah, of course.” She lifts her hand up and retrieves her phone from her pocket protector, looking a little embarrassed. She holds it out to you and you simply unlock it and check the time, then lock it again and push her hand back towards her.

         “Thank you. Ditzy, you do know that second period just started, right?”

         “Soooo?” she says, letting the word drag out as she smiles and starts walking away with her hands cupped together behind her.

         “So why do you want to eat so early?” you call after her, contemplating whether or not to follow her.

         Well I’m supposed to spend the day with her…

         You decide to follow her after you realize she didn’t plan on waiting for you. As you get closer to her, you realize she is humming a familiar tune that you couldn’t place.

         “Hey Ditzy?”

         She stops humming and smiles at you, and the sheer adorableness of her just being herself makes your knees buckle and you almost fall.

         “Uh, I was just wondering what you were humming?”

         “Oh well you see…” She looks down and you think she is about to cry, so you quickly step in front of her and tilt her head up a little and lowering yours so you were eye level with her.

         “Come on, cheer up. Sorry, I didn’t think that asking that would make you sad.” You say, patting her on the head.

         “Do you think I’m some sort of dog or something?” she says with a horrified face, and you are flabbergasted by her response.

         “Just kidding.” Ditzy says, closing her eyes and smiling as she starts to walk again.

         What just… I’m so confused.

         You follow her for about five minutes before you start to wonder where your destination was, and then after another five minutes you yawn a little loudly.

        “Am I that boring?” you hear Ditzy say with a playful voice, but you don’t catch it right away.

         “No! Sorry, I just had to wake up really early today.”

         “You know I was being sarcastic, right?” she says, throwing her arm around your shoulder and pulling herself in.

         “Well now I do.”

         You had been going at a nice slow pace for the past ten minutes, and after a couple more minutes you find yourself at the rotunda. You spot Jack at a single foldable desk sitting there looking bored with a single picnic basket.

         “Hey Jack.” You say as you get within hearing range of each other.

         “Oh hey new kid.”

         Yeah. It has definitely grown on me.

         “I’m going to assume that that basket is for us?” you say, grabbing the basket and lifting it off the table.

         “And you’re going to assume right. Bon Bon is in the theatre entertaining the students still. She blasted through the rest of the auction participants after you left, and they’ve all come and collected so far. She has about ten more minutes of improvising before the bell rings and they all leave. You’re probably going to want to leave before then; just a heads up. With that, I make my leave.”

         He stands up and folds his chair up, and then proceeds to crawl under the table and do something to make part of it collapse in a loud crash, and you quickly grab Ditzy’s hand and walk away.

         “Thanks for this Jack.”

         “Thank you for practically raising all of the money we needed on your own.” He says as he walks off, and you grin at your feet.

         I’m feeling great after that.

         “So Ditzy, where do you want to eat this?” You say as you come to a stop and turn to her.

         “I don’t know, just someplace outside.”

         “Well what’s it like outside? When I was up it was pretty cold.” You grab her hand again and pull her through the main entrance outside, and you are greeted by a semi-cold blast of air.

         You let your body adjust to the temperature levels to see how cold it really was. After a moment of goose bumps and spine-chilling coldness, you realize it’s probably best not to eat outside.

         “Are you sure you want to eat outside Ditzy?”

         “Yeah, I’m sure.” She latches onto your arm, kind of like how Rainbow would do it, just less aggressively, and you’re greeted by familiar warmth.

         “Alright Ditzy, I think I know of a place…”

         You start to walk, but Ditzy seems to be resisting.

         “Wait. Can I ask you a question?”

         “Sure Ditzy.” You say as you look down at the head that was still buried into your chest.

        “Am I a burden?”

        “Huh?”

        “Am I being a burden by winning you? I mean, there are plenty of other prettier girls who were bidding on you, like Octavia…” she says, her voice getting significantly quieter, up to the point where when she says ‘Octavia’, you can barely hear her.

        You drop the basket and pull Ditzy into a giant bear hug while accidently falling backwards. You land strangely on your side and it hurts a little bit, but it was worth it because Ditzy is giggling on top of you.

“What was that?”

        “That was me trying to get you to laugh. It worked.”

      Yeaaaaah-no. The falling was by accident… stupid feet getting tangled.

You smile and prop yourself up with your elbows as you look at her.

        “Dear Ditzy, stop being insecure. Sincerely New Kid.” you say as you sit up and gently push her back.

        “So is it safe to assume that I’m not a burden? Or maybe the fall was you trying to let me know lightly that I’m so burdening that I make you want to fall and hurt yourself.”

        You look at her with the best expressionless face you could muster. After a few seconds though, you realize that it is futile to try and not smile when Ditzy has on her determined thinking face, just because it was likely the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You try to resist the urge to hug her, but you finally end up lunging forward. She tries to push you off at first, but then she ends up going limp and giggling.

        “What’s with you all of a sudden?”

        You clear your throat and look directly at her.

        “Dear Ditzy Doo, stop being insecure. Sincerely, New Kid.” You say, still sticking to her like gum to a shoe.

        “Hey, I am not insecure!” You hear her say, still not letting her go.

        You put on the most ridiculous female voice you could muster and repeat what she had said only a minute before;

        “I mean, there are plenty of other prettier girls who were bidding on you...”

        “Don’t mock me!” You hear her say, obvious playfulness in her voice.

        “Alright alright, I’m sorry Ditzy, can you ever forgive me?”

        “No. Go away.”

        “Aw... I still love you Ditzy!” You say, finally letting go of her and standing up.

        “Why did I even bid on you?” she says in a serious tone, and you look down at her with a disapproving look.

        You stare at each other for a few moments, but once again your guard is broken by her and you smiling at each other. Right when things start to get awkward, her stomach growls and you both end up laughing.

        “Alright Ditzy, let’s get you to that picnic spot pronto.”

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        You open the door to Building C for Ditzy and bow while doing so.

        “Aw, what a terrible gentleman.” you hear her say as she goes inside. You follow suit and close the door firmly behind you, and you feel twenty times better now that you are inside.

        “So are we eating inside, or what?”

        “No, no, we are almost there.” You say, taking her hand and leading her down the twists and turns to your dorm.

        You open the door to your dorm for her, but she seems to hesitate.

        “Something wrong?”

        “Are we skipping lunch and heading straight fo-”

        “Stop.” You say, pushing her inside and closing the door behind you.

        You are surprised to see Rainbow in the corner of the room glaring at the one and only person she bid on at the auction; Tom. Tom is sitting on your bed facing the TV with a controller in hand, and doing what he said he was good at; Call of Duty.

        “Hi Tom. Hi Rainbow. Rainbow, why are you in the co-”

        “Shut. Up. Do not talk to me. Just STOP.”

        If looks could kill...

        “Hey new kid! You any good at Call of Duty?” Tom says, taking off the headset he had on and setting it beside him.

        “A little. Sorry, but I’m kind of doing something with Ditzy here,” the room seems to drop twenty degrees, and out of the corner of your eyes you swear you can see black squiggly lines coming out of Dashie, “so I can’t play...”

        “Ditzy?” Tom stands up instantly and walks over to you.

        You hadn’t realized up until now that Ditzy had been pressed against your back shivering, and you could already feel your hand start to clench on its own. You close your eyes and clench your teeth.

        “Hey Tom, think you coul-”

        “I am extremely sorry for what happened that day in gym!”

        You open your eyes to see Tom on his knees with his face practically against the floor, and on your right you see Ditzy peeking around your side.

        “I just thought I needed to make things right. I don’t expect you to forgive me or anything; I probably would have never forgiven myself if I crossed that line.”

        Tom finally looks up at Ditzy, and all Ditzy does is nod. He seems contempt with the response, and he gets up and walks back to where he was originally playing his game.

As he is walking back to where he was sitting, Ditzy tugs on your shirt, and as you look down at her she has a pleading look on her face as if she was saying “Can we PLEASE go?”

You start walking towards the window in the room, but you hesitate a little when you finally build up the nerve to look at Rainbow dead on. She looks as if she is about to stab you with a pen, just to make you suffer. You quickly open the window and pull yourself through, and then turning around and helping Ditzy through.

“Wow, I had no idea this was here...”

        “Neither did I until I finally decided to look out here.” You say, making your way over to the picnic table.

        Is it warmer here or is it just me?

        It was in fact significantly warmer in that area for some reason, but you are somewhat grateful for it. It wasn’t a huge difference in temperature, but it made it just a little bit more bearable to be outside.

        You lead her over to the picnic table that was under the tree, and the both of you sit down on opposite sides of the table. You look inside the picnic basket and start pulling out its contents.

        “Alright, so we have some... Of course Bon Bon.”

        You pull out two small sandwich bags containing two sandwiches, along with two bottles of water and a single rainbow swirl lollipop.

        “What an extravagant picnic lunch they have prepared for us.” You say, taking your sandwich out of its confinement and taking a bite.

        “Sure is.” Ditzy says as she follows your lead by taking a bite of her sandwich.

You are the first to finish your sandwich, and you end up watching Ditzy finish hers off. You start to think you are making her uncomfortable because she keeps looking anywhere but at you, so you lay down on the bench and close your eyes.

        She starts to hum that tune again, and by the time she is done you can already feel yourself slowly drifting off.

        You sit up and slap yourself in the face in an attempt to snap yourself out of it. You look over at Ditzy to see her shivering.

        “Do you want to go inside?” you say, scared that she was going to get a cold.

        “No. But if you could go and get me a blanket, that’d be great.” she says, giving you a tiny smile.

        You immediately stand up and start heading towards your room. The window was now closed, and you are forced to tap on the window. A few moments later Tom opens the window.

        “Done already?” Tom says.

        “No. I’m just going to grab a blanket for Ditzy.” you say as you make your way through the window.

        “Oh alright. Just close the window on your way out I guess.”

        “Where’d Rainbow go?” You say as you strip your bed of its comforter.

        “I asked her if she could go get something to drink, and she left without complaint.”

        She’s not coming back for awhile.

        “Well, I’ll see you later then Tommy.” you say as you drape the comforter around your shoulders and enjoy it’s warmth momentarily while awaiting his response..

        “STOP. It’s Tom.”

        “Alright, alright.” you say as you make your way out of the window, intentionally leaving it open.

        As you look over at the picnic table, you notice that Ditzy is not there, but instead she is propped up with her back against the tree. When she notices you, she sits forward, hugs her knees to her chest, and then places her head on top of her knees to watch you. You throw the blanket on her and sit down next to her, and when she finally gets it off she is frowning at you.

        “Jerk.”

        “Sorry for not being sorry.” You say, trying not to laugh.

        She smiles right before she yawns, and you almost lose control and assault her with hugs. You quickly sit down next to her and lay your legs out flat, and almost instantly she leans on you  with her back against your chest, with her hair tickling your neck.

        “Uh Ditzy?”

        “What? It’s the most efficient way of using this blanket.” she says as she looks up at you with an innocent look.

        “You should probably wrap your arms around me too. That would also be more efficient.”

        “I dunno; maybe you should just sit next to me and I’ll throw the blanket around our ar-”

        “Yeaaaah-no.”

        “Okay.” you say in a defeated tone.

        You wrap your arms around her outside, but she elbows you and you sigh.

        “Ditz-”

        “Your arms will be cold unless they are under the blanket.” she says in a matter-of-fact tone, and it manages to squeeze a laugh out of you as you do as you are told.

        She squirms a little in your arms trying to get comfortable, and when she finally does you can rest your head on top of hers perfectly.

        I’m enjoying this way more than I should...

        “Would you mind if I went to sleep?”

        “Go right ahead Ditzy.” You say, making your grip on her a little tighter.

        What could I do to make her fall asleep faster... That’s it!

        Without a moment’s hesitation, you start humming the tune Ditzy had been humming earlier, and you instantly feel her relax in your arms. By the time you are done, you figure she is asleep.

        “Ditzy, you still up?”

        “Mmhmm...” she says in an odd manner in which makes you think she isn’t moving her lips.

        You tell yourself now would be the best time to shut up, and you end up looking around the peaceful surrounding area again. The grass still seemed to be perfectly cut, almost as if it hadn’t grown an inch since the last time you had observed it. The flowers that traced the inner perimeter of the area we’re still as vibrant as you remember, and every time you look at them you automatically think of the flowers that we’re outside your old house. Over to your left in the corner of your eye you could see the tree swing swinging a little bit in the small breeze, and as you notice the swing moving you snuggle down a little bit more with Ditzy. On your immediate right a little bit above your head, there are two sets of initials paired together with a P; J.J, and M.D.

        Jay Jefferson and...?

        Another thing that also catches your eye is that on each of the four corners there seemed to be small machines that we’re creating a dome around the area. For some reason when you tried to look directly at them, your vision would blur just around the machine, so you couldn’t actually make out what it was.

        I’m going to do a little guessing here and say that this was the place that Mr. Jefferson had told Rainbows mom that he had a thing for her or something, and after she passed away he got those machines to keep this place from ha-

        “My mother used to hum that tune to me when I was really upset.”

        What?

        You shake your head and refocus on Ditzy.

        “I was born with my eyes this way, and because of that my father would never publicly show me any form of affection. He was some big shot in the company he worked for, and my mother was just a simple baker who would always make me special muffins... As you can probably imagine, I was bullied a lot for my eyes, but I would never let the bullying get to the point where my parents would find out. I didn’t want my mother to worry, and my father would have probably thought that I should just suck it up so I wouldn’t ruin his image.”

        Oh God, Twilight flashbacks.

        “It’s not like I hated my dad or anything, it’s just that he was really cruel at times. He would publicly ridicule me at parties where his higher ups would make fun of me. My mom would always comfort me though, no matter what. She would hum me that song and bring me one of her special blueberry banana nut muffins and tell me everything would be okay while holding me until I would fall asleep.”

        I... I can’t remember the last time my mom comforted me... I always thought that I’m already 9 years old; I can’t let my mom treat me like a baby. Now I would give anything just to hear her say she loves me...

        “One specific night we were at a party we had to fly out to in some big city, New York if I remember correctly, that would ultimately decide if my father would get a promotion that would triple his paycheck. He apologized ahead of time right before we walked through the door into the party for anything he would say, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Within twenty minutes he had started mingling with his higher ups, and they had come over to the couch I was sitting on and started nit picking every little thing about me. I remember one specifically above the rest; ‘Hey Jim, how can you love this ugly flicktated girl.’ and without even hesitating, my father said he didn’t.”

        D-Ditzy...

        She sits up and the blanket gets taken with her. She sits on her legs and leans forward; wrapping her arms around your neck and pulls herself in for a hug, the blanket falling off her back.

        “Ditzy, you don’t have to tell me thi-”

        “Yes I do. You are the only person that will listen...”

        You reach behind her and gently pick up the blanket, and Ditzy lowers her arms down to your mid-section so you can wrap the blanket around her again.

        “Something inside me snapped. I grabbed my purse and ran the fastest I ever ran right then and there. I busted through the door and took the stairs down every flight of stairs to the ground floor. I heard him call after me, but I ignored him. I wanted him to die right then and there. I ran through the streets until I couldn’t breathe anymore, and when I finally had to stop for air, I was in a busy street lit up with a lot of holiday lights up everywhere. I got pushed into an alley, and two boys popped out of the crowd. They made fun of me, calling me all of the names that the kids at school would call me, just with double the venom behind the words. They pushed me on the ground and kicked me, up until the point where two of my ribs broke. They took my purse and took everything of value in it, and they probably would have tried to... force me to do things I wouldn’t if my father didn’t find us in that alley and beat one kid up as the other kid ran away.”

        Wha- I want her to be joking so bad... That none of this actually ever happened, but it really did...

        “He picked me up,  took me to a hotel and bought me the most expensive room they had. He apologized sincerely for what he had said at the party, and that he was sorry he hadn’t found me sooner. My mother came later that night worried sick about me, and she hummed me that tune until I fell asleep. The next morning my mom asked me if I was being bullied, and I just didn’t have the heart to lie to her anymore. I told her about everything, and she home-schooled me for the rest of the year. Oh sorry, this is eighth grade year.” Ditzy says, looking up momentarily and giving you a smile before burying her face back into your chest.

        “So over the summer my father told me he was sending me to Red Thrush; a private school all the way across the country. I didn’t want to go; I hate him for making me go. I would try and tell him to make me stay every day that summer, but he wouldn’t hear anything on the matter. The day I left to come here for freshman orientation my mother gave me this necklace.” she lifts up the pendant that was resting on her chest, shows it to you, and then proceeds to take it off.

        “She told me that I should think of this as a new opportunity to meet new people and that it would be a good experience. That day all I felt was hate, even towards my mother for letting him send me away. When I finally got to Red Thrush and got all unpacked, I opened the pendant and... I cried.”

        She pops open the amulet and it starts to play the song she had been humming. Inside the pendant was a picture of a man with slicked back hair and a moustache, a beautiful woman with golden hair, and another beautiful young lady with a pair of adorable eyes. She places it in your hand and gives you a teary smile.

        “I miss my mom so much...” she says wiping her eyes right before she falls face first into your chest, dead asleep.

        “What about your father?”

“I hate him. He sent me here just so to keep me away from his job. He wasn’t being genuine when he apologized to me that night, I know that.”

“How do you know that?” you say, taking a piece of her hair and twirling it around your finger.

“I... I just do!” she says, sounding a bit flustered by the question.

“Sounds to me like you don’t remember the no bullying rule. Your father sent you here with his money so you would never be bullied again in school.”

“No, he sent me here to get rid of me.”

“Well could you at least consider that he sent you here to protect you? Please?”

She looks at you with a puzzled expression, and she leans forward until she was barely a couple of inches away from you.

“Why do you care so much?” she says, poking you in the chest with her finger, just like how she did way back when you first met her.

“Because he seems to care for you, and I really don’t want you two to stay on bad terms. You don’t know what you have until you lose it...” you say, closing your eyes and imagining your parents.

“I... I’m sorry, I completely forgo-”

“It’s fine Ditzy. Just promise me you will at least think about it?”

She turns around and leans back against you like she had a couple minutes ago, and she sighs.

“Fine. I’ll think about it.” she says in a defeated tone, and then she closes her eyes and falls asleep.

“Thanks Ditzy.” you say, popping the pendant open again and letting the song play. By the end of the song you feel extremely tired, and the last thing you do before you drift off to sleep is wrap your arms around Ditzy and hold the necklace like it was the last thing that was keeping you alive.

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        Cold cold cold cold....

        Those are your first thoughts when you wake up. You crack open your eyes to see Ditzy sitting in front of you just watching you, and you can’t help but immediately crack a smile. You then realize her necklace is still in your hand, and you quickly open it and hold your hand out to her.

        “Sorry. You fell asleep before I could give it back.”

        “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Thanks for listening to my whole life story there... I don’t know what came over me.”

        “Yeah really, why did you tell me that?”

        “Well I guess... call it cheesy... but I feel really safe when I’m with you. Like you wouldn’t let anything hurt me, and you would do anything for me.” She averts her gaze to the ground and you laugh.

        “Ditzy, a lot of people would do that for you.”

        “I guess...”

        She looks back up at you, but then quickly buries her face into her elbow as she sneezes.

        “Alright Miss Doo, it’s time for us to retreat inside.”

        “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

        You both stand up and start walking towards your window, but you turn around and go to pick up the basket right when you realize it was still there. Ditzy is just getting through to the other side. You throw the now empty basket through the window. You hear Tom say “Ow” and you chuckle lightly to yourself. Once you get inside, you notice Rainbow is still not back yet, and Tom was staring at Ditzy.

        “Hey um... Think you could walk me home?” Ditzy says, turning to you with a pleading look plastered on her face.

        “Of course.” you say, giving Tom a glance out of the corner of your eye.

        You open the door for her, and she quickly walks out, dropping the blanket on the ground right at the entrance of the door. You push it back in with your foot and give Tom a glare before shutting the door and turning to face Ditzy, who is letting out a sigh and looking at her shoes.

        “For some reason I feel like he wasn’t being very genuine about that apology...” she says, tilting her head and looking at you.

        “Same here...” you say as you make your way over to her.

        “Shall we head off then Miss Doo?”

        “Only if you carry me like that one time.”

        “You’re kidding me.” You say as you turn and look at her. She has an adamant expression that pretty much says “I’m serious.”

        “Sorry, maybe another time?” You say, sprinting ahead and laughing at the same time.

        “Jerk!” you hear her say, and when you look back she has a giant grin on and she is running after you too, but then you realize her eyes and you stop.

        “Sorry, I completely forgot about your eyes.” you say when she catches up to you a few seconds later.

        “Why are you sorry for that? Thanks for making me feel normal, new kid.” She kisses you right on the lips as you try to respond, and then she calmly walks away once she breaks contact.

        “You know, we’re wasting precious time new kid.”

        These girls... These girls are going to kill me...

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        “It’s so pretty!”

        Ditzy runs up to the fountain and admires it and you chuckle.

        “It’s always been like that. Do you never leave your dorm or something?” You say.

        You had taken her to the Star Gazer right after you had left your dorm, and you stayed until the stars had come out. Basically you and her just talked until they actually came out, but it wasn’t too bad because apparently you and her had fallen asleep for quite some time back at Building C. Right now it is about 7:00PM. There was quite the large amount of people still out and about, and you were having difficulty finding Ditzy again.

        “Well I’m sorry I actually have to study to get good grades!” She says, turning around and sticking her tongue out while closing her eyes.

        There she is.

        “Real mature Ditzy.” You say once you get closer to her. You hop up on the edge of the fountain and glance around at all of the stores, and you spot one that interests you.

        “Hey Ditzy, I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

        “Sure thing.” She says as she takes a picture of the fountain.

        You wade through the sea of students over to the store that had caught your eye, and you quickly get inside to enjoy the warmth of the indoor heating. You stand there dumbfounded by the wonderful scents of the bakery. You can’t actually make out any specific scents because all of the scents had melted into one aroma that caused your mouth to water.

        “Are you just going to stand there?.” a female voice calls, and you snap back to reality and look over in the direction it had come from.

        Standing there was a middle aged woman with a giant pink hairdo, one that reminded you of something you would see in a 60’s movie. She is wearing a blue apron that had random splats of flour on it, and she has on a gentle smile that reminded you of your mothers.

        “Oh, sorry. First time being in here and the smells just kind of overwhelmed me.” you say as you walk over to the counter.

        “It’s quite alright. I hope they overwhelmed you in a good way though.” she says, giving you a wink.

        “Of course. I have an odd request, but do you by chance have a...” you rack your brain for the name of the muffin Ditzy’s mother used to make for her.

        “Have a...?” she says in a curious tone, walking a little to her right and spreading her arms out wide.

        “Well we have baked goods.” she says in a mocking tone, and you laugh.

        “Oh gee, I would have never guessed.”

        “So what is it that you are looking for?” she says as she makes her way back over to where she was originally standing.

        “A blueberry banana nut muffin!” you say a little louder than you had originally intended.

        “We have one left.” she says, walking over to her right again and reaching inside the glass showcase all the way against the wall.

        “Really? Wow.”

        “Yeah, you sure are lucky. This is the first time we’ve made them, and they sold like hot cakes. I’m surprised we managed to have one left over.” she says, setting the giant muffin on the counter and punching some numbers into the cash register.

        You pull out your wallet, and when you open it a puff of dust comes out. You stare down at it, and once you look up you see the woman looking like she was about to start laughing.

        “You know, I’ve only ever saw dust come out of a wallet in cartoons.” she says, her face contorting into awkward facial expressions, most likely because she was trying her hardest not to laugh in your face.

        “Yeah...”

        “So how are you going to pay for this?” the woman says, pulling the muffin back a little, almost as if she was scared you would pick it up and run.

        “Well I-”

        “OHMIGOSH!” You’re suddenly sprawled out on the floor of the bakery, and you were being assaulted with hugs, kind of like what you would have done to Ditzy if you hadn’t controlled yourself.

        “OHMIGOSHOHMIGOSHOHMIGOSH I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER” You’re having trouble breathing and you tap the ground multiple times in an attempt to say uncle.

        “Pinkie, dear, I think your friend there is about to die.”

        “Really?” She says, letting you go and sitting straight up.

        “Yes really.” You say, coughing and silently thanking whatever it was that hated you out there for not letting her kill you.

        “Oops. Oh well.” She says as she seemingly bounces on the air into a standing position.

        “Ready for your shift Pinkie?”

        “Sure am Mrs. Cake!”

        “Wait, you work here Pinkie?” you say as you slowly get back on to your feet.

        “Yup. I’m only allowed to work two hours though, since I’m a student, or something like that.” She says, putting on a light pink apron and standing next to the woman you now know as Mrs Cake.

        “Ooo, whose muffin is this?” Pinkie says, getting down to eye level with it and staring it down.

        “Nobody’s right now. This young man wanted to purchase it, but he doesn’t appear to have the funds.” She says, gesturing towards you and smiling.

        “Really? That sucks.”

        You look at Pinkie like she had just stabbed you with a bottle of Tylenol.

        “What? I mean, I’ll buy it for you, but at a price.” she says, giving you a wink.

        “I’ll pay that price later. Could you just buy it for me?” You say, cupping your hands and begging her.

        “Sure thing.” She reaches into her hair and pulls out ten dollars, and she puts it in the register and closes it.

        “Take it.”

        “Where did tha-”

        “You should have known by now that Pinkie does things that normal people can’t do.”

        “You are completely right.” You say, realizing what she was saying was completely true. You pick up the muffin, turn around and start walking towards the door.

        “Wait I don’t get a goodbye or anything?” Pinkie says in the saddest tone you had ever heard.

        You whip around and nearly get knocked over by Pinkie hitting you full force again.

        “Thanks a lot Pinkie.” you just barely squeak out.

        “Yup!” she says, and she suddenly materializes next to Mrs Cake again, and you are stuck wondering how she did that.

        You turn around and walk through the door again, and the first thing you notice is how the majority of the people we’re now gone. Ditzy was sitting on the edge of the fountain talking on her phone. As you approach her, you quickly hide the muffin behind you, and she quickly closes her phone and shoves it back into her pocket protector and she attempts to act like she was bored.

“So who was that on the phone?”

        “What do you mean? I was never on my phone. Why would you ever think I was on my phone?”

        You simply look at her with a smile and she sighs.

        “I just asked my mother for my fathers work number...”

        “Did you get it?”

        “Yes...”

        “Well what do you plan on doing?”

        “I’m going to ask him to tell me the reason he sent me here.” She says, looking away with an embarrassed expression.

        “It’s a start I suppose.” You say, holding the muffin out in front of you and waving it in front of her face.

        She slowly turns her head to look at the muffin, and when she sees it her mouth drops and she snatches it from your grasp. She stands up and starts jumping in place while giggling, and you laugh at how giddy she was just to get a muffin.

        “Thanks!” She says, completely ignoring the ‘Do not talk with your mouthful’ rule after she takes a bite out of the muffin.

        “Well we should probably get going, don't you think?”

        She nods furiously and practically slams into your left side. She then takes her arm and loops it around your arm, and you start to walk.

        “Ditzy, you know, you could quite possibly be the most adorable person at this school.”

        She nods again, and you realize she just wants to indulge herself in her muffin, so you decide to stop talking until you get there.

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        “I don’t know.”

        “Come on, all you’re doing is talking to your dad.”

        “I still don’t know...”

        Well it’s not like me and Rainbow are dating or anything...

        You lean forward and plant your lips right on Ditzy’s, and you catch her completely off guard. You break away quickly and look up at the night sky.

        “So go on and press that call button.” you say, and you swear you can almost hear Ditzy smiling.

        You hear the phone start ringing, and then a woman picks up on the other line.

        “Hello, Mr. Doo’s office, how may I help you?”

        “Uh... Can I speak with Mr. Doo please?”

        “May I ask who this is?”

        “His daughter...”

        “Mr. Doo doesn’t... wait... Hold please.”

        Ditzy sighs and looks at you with a helpless expression as she points at her phone once, and then pretends to throw it on the ground and stomp on it.

        “I’m patching you through right now Miss Doo.” the woman says, and you hear a click.

        “Hello? Is something wrong? Did something happen Ditzy?”

        “Why do you think something bad has happened?” Ditzy says in the most curious tone you had ever heard her use.

        “Well you’ve never called me. Ever. So I just assumed the worst.” you hear him say, and Ditzy smiles.

        “I just wanted to ask you a couple of questions, that’s all. But if you are busy, then it can wait.”

        “No, I’m not busy.” you hear a tiny thud, and you automatically think that he had just hung up on her, but then you heard him saying politely,

        “Meetings over for now guys.”

        “But we just started ten minutes ago Mr. Do-”

        “Meetings over for now guys.”

        There is silence on the other end of the phone besides shuffling for about thirty seconds, and then you hear the phone get picked back up.

        “So what are those questions.”

        Ditzy drops her hand away from her ear and she grins the biggest grin you had ever seen on her, and she throws herself at you. She breaks the hug almost as soon as she starts it, and she puts her phone back up to her ear and starts walking towards the door.

        “Why did you send me to Red Thrush?” Is the last thing you hear her say before the door closes behind her.

        You done good New Kid...

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        “What’s with the big grin New Kid?” Phillip says right as you walk into Building C.

        “Yeah, what’s with that smile?” Twilight says. She is sitting right in front of Phillip as he worked at the minibar.

        “Just did a good deed, that’s all.” You reply, waving at them before turning and starting your usual twists and turns to your room.

        “Since when are you not doing good deeds?” You hear Phillip call after you, and you grin.

        I absolutely love it here.

        You turn the final corner and are surprised by what you see; Tom with Rainbow pushed up against the wall.

        Oh... Maybe they hit it off...

        You feel your hand clench into a fist, but then Ditzy’s happy face flashes back into your vision and you unclench your fist.

        Maybe it’s for the better.

        You look around the corner again, and this time you take notice of Dashie’s face, which was one of pure anger.

        That doesn’t look right...

        Tom then quite forcibly kisses Rainbow Dash, and she breaks free and slaps him. He then raises his hand and slaps her, and you hear something in your head snap. Rainbow blasts pass you with her eyes closed, and when Tom tries to follow her, you slam him against the wall.

        “Oh look, it’s the goody two shoes new kid. Here to save little Jeffi-”

        “Don’t you dare call her that.” you just barely growl out, trying your hardest not to hit him.

        “Who’s going to stop me? No fighting, no bullying, no anything. School poli-y” he says in a matter of fact tone, and you pick him up and slam him against the wall again. He coughs out the last word because of your sudden action.

        “Take a good look around. There are cameras in every corner of the hallway, and they can all see what is happening, but they can’t hear what is happening. Right now it probably just looks like you are bullying me, which is punishable by expulsion.” he says, snickering at the end of his statement.

        “Wanna know something funny?” you say, looking him right in the eye. He audibly gulps and starts to shake.

        “I.”

        “Don’t.”

        “Care.” You say, slamming him against the wall every time you said a different word.

        You drop him and let him go.

        “Go away. If I ever see you near Rainbow again, I will not hesitate to beat the life out of you.” You turn around and start walking the way Dashie had went.

        “So now the new kid is going to pussy out?”

        You turn around and clock him in his left eye. He starts to sputter, and the only thing you could make out was “Y-you hit me... You really hit me...” before he runs off down the hallway.

        You sink down onto your knees and wrap your arms around yourself, your eyes wide open, feeling the sting of your eyes drying out.

        What have I done...

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