Imagine, a quiet, peaceful morning at school. the teacher walks up to the front of the class and announces a new filly will be joining the class. it was all downhill from there. a tall filly walks up next to the teacher. her mane is flowing, dark green like the everfree forest. her coat as black as the midnight hour, her horn glowed red as she brings in her bag, her wings twitched as she trotted to her seat, and the skull on her flank stared menacingly and caused a shiver to run through everyone except the teacher, who was doing an excellent job of keeping a blank expression. it was almost a little too blank, a little too expressionless... an orange colt with a red mane and a pencil and paper proclaiming his talent to be drawing snickered, which caused me to realise i was concentrating on the teachers face so hard that my screwed up face looked a little silly. i shook my head, unfortunately causing some of my multi-coloured mane to get into my view. i wiped it away, my golden hooves glinting in the somewhat dull sunlight coming in through the window from the suddenly overcast sky. that's strange, I thought, it was lovely and sunny this morning. "Spectrum, are you going to answer the question?" called the teacher, again causing me to snap back into focus. "can you repeat the question miss?"...
my horn glowed purple as i picked up my pencil and wrote out the sums we had been set, my head in my hooves. the orange colt next to me was making his horn glow fluorescent orange (in contrast to the pastel orange colour of his coat) but instead of sums he was drawing cartoon figures all over the front cover of his book. "P.C.! shouldn't you be working?" i whispered to him. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? My name is Pencil Case, not personal computer! and i finished ages ago." he replied in a somewhat teasing tone. All of a sudden, the new filly, Grim Dark, shot up her hoof and waved it around. "Yes, miss Dark?" asked the teacher. "i have to go to the little fillies' room!" she replied in a slightly over-exaggerated desperate tone. the teacher pointed to the door and then pointed to a filly named Ace. "go with miss Spades. she knows the way.". a while later, whilst doing a quiz on anatomy, Grim returned, without Ace Spades. "where's Ace?" asked the teacher. "she left while i was in the bathroom" said Grim.