“Come on, wake up sleepy head.”

        “Go away Rainbow.” you say, swiping the air behind you.

        “Rainbow?” you look up and can feel the disappointment emanating from yourself.

        “Uh, sorry Aunt Ali.”

        “Last day of school before break!” she says in a cheery tone.

        You smile at how optimistic your aunt has always been. She is a pretty small lady, only coming up to about 5”5 and only capping out at about 140 pounds, she was basically the spitting image of a stay at home housewife. She almost always had her bright pink apron on, and she seemed to always be cooking in the kitchen. In all honesty, she kind of reminded you of your friend Pinkie, just not as spastic.

        But even though she looked and acted like a housewife, she wasn’t actually a stay at home housewife at heart. Before you had moved here she had worked full time, just like her husband, and she had only stopped because of your recent expulsion from your dream school, Red Thrush Private School. She apparently wanted to keep an eye on you and to make sure you had a nice motherly figure to go to if anything were to turn sour in this new place.

        “Well, you better get ready. Don’t want to be late, eh?” she says, exiting your room and starting to whistle.

        You sit up and immediately lift your arms and smell.

        Alright, so I did actually take a shower last night.

        The next thing you do is glance around the room for the clothes you had laid out the previous night before. For some reason, each night you had actually set out clothes for yourself, you would always pick an extremely odd spot to put them, and then you couldn’t actually remember where you put them.

        Your room was significantly larger than your dorm at Red Thrush, and everything in it seemed so foreign to you, even after two months. There was an L shaped desk with a computer on top against the wall across from where your bed was. The roof had a small fan that had three speeds; sloth, baby bird, and then bat out of hell. You had a single dresser situated right next to your closet, and everything in your room was generally a different shade of dark blue, even the carpets.

        You spot your clothes on your chair; which was quite possibly the most normal place you had ever put them. You walk over and slide on your pants, and then pick up your shirt and walk out of the door as you put that on as well. You stop at the start of the stairs and decide to look out over the living room.

        You see your godmother dusting the coffee table off, even though she dusts it every day at the same time.

        You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, picking out a water bottle from the fridge and an apple from the fruit basket on the table. You turn and head back the way you came and open the front door. Your godmother looks up with a surprised look on her face.

        “Your leaving this early?” she says with a quizzical tone.

        “Might as well. I already took a shower last night, so it’s not like I smell or anything.” you say, closing the door behind you before you could get a response.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        You sit down in the grass in front of the rotunda of the school. Everyone had congregated in the glass separator between the rotunda and the outside, and you didn’t feel like dealing with people today. You just wanted to get in and get out as fast as possible, just like everyday.

        Ever since you had left Red Thrush you just didn’t have it in you to be the same person you were at Red Thrush. You had somewhat reverted back to your old self in a sense; being the quiet guy who got good grades and had only one or two friends. Your logic was that you couldn’t get everything torn away again if you didn’t let anything get close, so you kept to yourself and tried your best to only nod or shake your head in response to people.

        Your mind keeps wandering back to how good your life had been a couple of months ago, and you keep mentally smacking yourself for reminiscing the past.

        I’m trying to forget. I have to forget. It will just keep hurting me if I don’t forget...

        The bell rings and you slowly get up. You pick up your bag, which was laying beside you, and sling it around your shoulders, putting in both earphones that were dangling off the collar of your shirt.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        You yawn and your economics teacher shoots you a glare. You give her a sheepish look and return to your feeble attempt at paying attention. You glance around your classmates nervously, but you quickly realize most of them are asleep. You turn around fully and are greeted by a bored look, which then quickly averts itself into a smile and a tiny wave.

        Just like Naomi...

        Naomi was one of the only people you had actually talked to in the school. During your first week here you would always find a new seat at lunch each day of the week, and every time you found a new seat, Naomi would always find you no matter where you were and she would sit with you. She would simply talk to you; nothing more, nothing less. Whatever was on her mind she would just tell you, and you would basically just listen and nod occasionally. You didn’t mind the persistent girl, but she was pretty annoying once she started asking you questions about yourself.

        She almost always had a hoodie on, no matter what the occasion, and she was always wearing jeans. That was one thing that was good about public school. No uniforms, meaning you got to see jeans and yoga pants again, plus everyone had their own little style. She has light brown hair that comes down just a little past her shoulders, and she always has a plastered on smile whenever you saw her. Today she is wearing a simple light blue hoodie with no real uniqueness about it besides the zipper being white, plus the fact that she doesn’t have it fully zipped; meaning she has it so that the actual zipper is only partially zipped, not reaching the entirety of the zipper.

        The thing about her was that she was beyond pretty, and it bothered you that she would talk to you because she was the type of girl everyone knew, yet she talked to the person everyone didn’t know.

Why does she talk to me? I remember the first day I met her... she kind of creeped me out...

The first day she sat next to you at lunch you had found a nice seat in the back corner of the school and you had sat down in front of a few lockers in the hallway. She was talking to a couple of other pretty girls, who you could have guessed were preps, when she walked by you, and you had kept your head down and ate your lunch to try and turn invisible.

        Once they turned the corner you had looked back up and sighed, but then you heard a girl say “Hey, actually I’ll see you two later!” and she came smiling around the corner and plopped down next to you. You were pretty surprised at first, in fact, you had scooted away from her at first, but she just ended up following you.

        You eventually gave up on trying to evade her, and you just sat next to her. She asked you a couple questions, and after a few minutes of silence from you she just started talking about herself. At first you thought she was kind of self centered, but you started to warm up to her when she told you that her father died a few months ago.

        She really had grown on you, especially after your first friday here at your new school. A few of the schools supposed popular kids attempted to harass you, but you honestly just couldn’t care less, and that urked them. They attempted to hit you, and since you did not want to get into a fight for no reason, you ducked and the kid missed. Naomi ended up walking in front of you when the other guy went to throw another punch, and he had to essentially trip himself in order to avoid hitting her. While he was disoriented from his little fall, Naomi had grabbed you by the hand and dragged you off in the other direction, and once no one was around she made you sit down and she had looked all around you to see if he had gotten any punches off on you. She then told you about how the boy who tried to hit you had had a thing for her since middle school, and that was probably the only reason why he was attempting to harass you.

        “Excuse me young man.”

        You snap back to reality and look around for the person who called your name. Everyone around you appeared to be lightly snickering to themselves, and Naomi was blushing intensely, but she had on a smile.

        “Ahem.”

        As you face forward you are greeted by a giant flab of overhanging blubber. Your eyes slowly creep up and finally meet the teachers, and you visibly cringe when you realize who it was.

        “What is the Law of Demand?” the teacher asks.

        “Well the Law of Demand states that there is a direct relationship between price of a good or service and demand. So... basically if something is high priced, the demand for it goes down, and if the price of something is low, the demand for it will be high.” you reply, trying your hardest to not laugh at her ridiculous expression.

        She turns around and heads back up to the whiteboard and starts to teach again, and you knew you had just spoiled her fun without even trying.

        You sigh and turn ever so slightly so you could see Naomi’s expression, but she is busy scribbling something on a piece of torn paper. You look forward again and close your eyes, but then something lands in your lap. You quickly open your eyes and see a hand above your shoulder disappear behind you, and a tiny piece of paper in your lap.

        You take the piece of paper and open up your bag, and then shove it inside.

        No.

        About thirty seconds later another paper appears on your lap, and you shove that one in your bag too.

        Stop.

        Then you hear her pencil break, and when you turn around she is giving you a glare you had only seen one other girl in your whole life do; the Dashie stare. You quickly pick up your bag and find one of the pieces of paper and unfold it, reading it quietly in your head.

        What are you doing over break?

        You sigh and scribble down a single word that you had come to love for it’s ability to be used just about anytime.

        No

        You fold it back up and place it in your hand, and then reach back and set it on her desk. You hear her open it and scribble down a response, and then within a few seconds the paper is back in your lap.

        Will you please just go away? you think to yourself, turning slightly and shooting her an annoyed look. You unfold it and, without reading, scribble down the word “No,” and pass it back to her. When it lands back in your lap you immediately stand up and walk to the front of the class, saying “Pardon me” as you walk to the trash bin and deposit the note in it. You hear someone snicker, and when you look up it was the guy sitting next to you, who was apparently getting enjoyment out of the little quarrel you and Naomi were having.

        As you sit down Naomi kicks your chair and you end up moving forward and hitting your stomach on your desk, and letting out quite the large puff of air as the desk makes contact with your stomach. You turn around angrily and she is lightly whistling to her self and suspiciously looking around the ceiling, her hands folded on her desk. You end up sighing and reverting all of your attention to the teacher as you open up your notebook to the page you stopped taking notes on.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        “Hey!” you hear someone say, and you ignore it.

        “Why didn’t you read that note I gave you?” Naomi says, looping her arm around yours.

        You continue to ignore her, knowing that if you did in fact talk to her, she would somehow trick you into taking her someplace over break. You both walk in silence to the cafeteria, and you hop in the rapidly growing lunch line before it gets too long.

        You attempt to get out of her grip, but she has a lock on your arm and she refuses to let go. You get through the line as quickly as possible and sit down at an unoccupied table, not willing to go find a place to sit today.

        She finally lets go so she can eat her food, and you rub the spot she had been gripping the whole time because it had grown sore.  You had gotten a pretzel and some chocolate milk, mainly because the food here at this school sucked compared to Red Thrush, or even the school you went to your freshman year.

        Once you were finished you picked up Naomi’s tray and slide yours underneath, and she frowns and gives you a disapproving look.

        “You know, you could have just asked...” she says, lightly hitting you in the arm with her fist as she stands up and takes both of your trays up. You can’t help but stare as she walks away, and it takes the strength of two men to rip your gaze away and to stare at your hands.

        When she comes back she scoots her chair closer to you, and just sits there watching you. You try your hardest to ignore her, but you keep ending up looking back at her, and after about the sixth time of looking over you curse quietly and put your head on the table.

        “Yes I’m doing something over break Naomi.” you say in a defeated tone, and you could practically smell the enjoyment in the air coming from her.

        “Oh really? So what are you doing then?”

        “Well I... I’ll be studying.” you say, knowing that you will actually just be either sleeping or playing some game on the computer.

        “No. That is no way to spend Christmas break.”

        “Winter break.” you say, sitting up and throwing a grin in her direction.

        “Shut up. I don’t care what you say, it will always be Christmas break in my heart.” she says, crossing her arms and pouting.

        “Well that’s what I’m going to be doing for break, whether you like it or not.”

        “You are absolutely no fun, you know that?” she groans, leaning back a little and stretching.

        “Tell me about it.”

        “Well I’m going to be away with my mom and my grandfather for most of break, and then I’ll be coming back... two days before the end of break I believe?” she says, tilting her head and closing her eyes as she attempts to remember if that really was when she was coming back.

        “Where to?”

        “Vermont I think.”

        You feel your head start to spin and you close your eyes and shake your head.

        “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

        “Uh... Alright.” she says, poking your arm to make sure you're okay.

        “So you’re going to take me out when I get back, right?”

        “Wrong.”

        “Aw come on, please? I mean, it would be different if you we’re actually going to end up buying me a 200 dollar necklace or something, but I almost know for a fact that you won’t, so just taking me out will have to do.” she says, getting a little too close for comfort, her face only a few inches away from yours.

        Your eyes glaze over and you think her hair is really rainbow, and her eyes are actually magenta, and you end up pushing her gently back.

        I... I will probably never see Rainbow again... Maybe I should... I mean, Naomi isn’t bad looking...

        You stand up and sling on your backpack.

        “Fine, I’ll take you out when you get back.” you say, walking off. You hear her chair screech on the ground and the cafeteria gets a little quieter for a moment before going back to its normal loud self.

        “Really?!” she says when she catches up to you, practically skipping next to you.

        “Yea sure, I mean, why not?” you say, looking to your left instead of facing her on your right as you rub the back of your neck.

        “Awesome! So where will you take me?”

        “It’ll be a surprise.”

        “So you’re basically saying you're going to forget all about it until I text you the night before and then you take me to a Mcdonalds and say the playpen is our date destination?” she says with a joking tone, and it manages to squeeze a chuckle out of you.

        “Something like that.”

        “Alright, well I’ll text you later! I have to go get my homework back from Regi.” she says, stopping and going down the hallway on the left that you just happened to be passing.

        I don’t even have any money...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        “I’m home!” you say as you close the front door behind you, instantly heading up the stairs that was on your immediate left when you walk into your house.

        “Welcome home!” you hear your aunt say, and then a couple of seconds later your uncle Tim say.

        You close the door behind you as you enter your room, and you drop your backpack right away, making your way to your bed. You feel your phone vibrate the second you make contact with your bed, and you pull your phone out and look at the text, who you know was from Naomi.

        Hey.

        “I just saw you like thirty minutes ago...” you groan as you set your phone on your nightstand.

        You open the first drawer in your nightstand and pull out a bottle of Lunesta, your current sleeping aid. You pop two in your mouth and unscrew the cap off of the bottle of water that always seemed to refill itself that was on top of your nightstand, and within a few minutes you start to feel extremely drowsy.

        Ever since you had gotten expelled from Red Thrush, you have had trouble with sleeping, and when you had gone to your new doctor about it he had prescribed you Lunesta, and it seemed to help when you really wanted to sleep. Other than that, you basically lived on no sleep.

        The last thing you see before you finally slip into a deep sleep is an all too familiar picture that had been modified to more specifically suit your personal problems. It was a picture of a lightning bolt going down the center of your vision, and the right side of Rainbow Dash’s face was on the right side, and Naomi’s on the left.

        Rainbow Dash...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

        You sit up and scratch your head as you yawn, letting your eyes slowly adjust to your dark room. You extend your hand out and move it around your nightstand until you find your phone. You unlock it to see three texts, most likely all from Naomi, and what you really had wanted to see, the time.

        Eight thirty... I must have missed dinner. You think, getting up and walking to your door.

        You start your slow descent down the stairs as you yawn and stretch your arms out a bit more, enjoying the nice refreshing feel of waking up from a nice nap. When you reach the foot of the stairs you try and do something you had tried to do for the last two months; close your eyes and navigate through your house to the kitchen without your arms out in front of you.

        You start off pretty slow, keeping your hands down at your side and using your foot to check to see if anything was around the general vicinity. You then start to pick up the pace as you envision your house even better when you don’t hit anything for a while, and eventually you are speed walking. You make the last turn to head into the kitchen, only to trip on something warm and furry and you fall and hit your head on a chair.

        “Ouch.” you say, sitting up and rubbing the spot right above your right eye where you had nicked the chair.

        Something pushes you over and pins you to the ground, and you feel a warm squishy thing start making it’s way around your face at an extreme rate as you try and cry out for help.

        “Oh come over here Ceviche.” you hear a familiar southern voice say.

        You quickly stand up and whip around to see Applejack, your favorite cowgirl from Red Thrush standing right in front of you in something you thought you would have never seen her wear; sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Ceviche looks as if he was standing on the hottest surface in the world, and he is whining just a little bit as he looks at you.

        You try and make words come out of your mouth, but nothing comes out and you end up pointing at your open mouth with your finger, which causes Applejack to laugh.

        I must have hit my head pretty hard...

        You turn around and shake your head, and when you open your eyes you see another familiar face, this time accompanied with rainbow hair.

        No. No it can’t be... you think, taking a step forward and holding your arm out. She takes a step forward and smiles at you.

        “Hey,” she says, taking another few steps forward, “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” she lunges forward and you feel the pain of a thousand punches hit you in your nether regions, and you collapse on the ground.