Well, here I am – Canterlot. A place where people are said to be nice and friendly. Oh, where are my manners? Name's Travis Rayne – a kid who tries to at least be a cool guy in everyone's life. Yet, I kinda see in everyone's eyes that I'm really not. I'mma fool, really. I mean, I try to be a "funny and swaggy" guy, going around, trying to get some friends for a good life. That really didn't go so well back at my school. Although, I did have SOME friends, I really had a lot who I thought were my friends. But they weren't. Anywho, that was a place I never wanna go back to again, honestly. I mean, I felt like a loser there, and it really hurts, man. But hey, here I am. In Canterlot. Waiting for a new life to begin. Waiting for the girl of my dreams.
Now, back then, I have seen a lot of romance movies and seen love at times, and felt that maybe I can have a true love. And that was back when I was a little squirt; where back then, I fell for every girl I met. I truly didn't feel what true love or whatever really was, and I ended up looking even more like a fool. I mean, I could tell you some of my misadventures, but I'd rather not, so you don't see my complete weirdness and all. But really, I felt depressed in my later years, as yet every dude back then had a girl around his arms at least once. Which made me feel left out. I mean, I tried really hard later on, getting to understand more about love and all, trying to be very caring about them and love the way they look. But hey, those days sucked ass. I felt stupid and even more depressed, thinking that I'm never going to kiss a girl, but until my parents thought of moving to this city, I gladly flipped off the school district, giving them my love, and goodbye. Now, here's the new day of Travis Rayne! Or, so I hope…
Anyways, onto the story. So, it's been a good long drive away from my town, St. Janus, and now, we arrived in a very nice driveway in front of an amazing suburban house with a neat-looking lawn. God-almighty, it felt nice to get out of that crammed car.
It was full of antiques, clothes and everything!
It looked nice – the neighborhood. There were some small kids kicking some soccer balls in a nice little cul-de-sac. But, I couldn't look any longer, because I had to pack some stuff in the house.
"Travis," my mother called, "I need your help carrying these family photos. Don't drop 'em, or may God have mercy on your soul!"
Meanwhile, my dad called, "Hey, Buddo! I'll need your help afterwards with all this crud, too. Alrighty?" I nodded and walked in with the box of photos.
My parents were really cool, as yet my mother was a waitress at a nice 60's style diner known as the "Red Johnny," and my father worked as a warehouse worker for Jewel Osco. In fact, that was why we moved. My dad pretty much moved into another warehouse for a job opportunity, and got officially signed up with a good pay each week. And so, we ended up here. My father, Chris, is a man, indeed. Never crying, always showing strength and having a nice, well-groomed, spiky beard. And with my mother, Erica, is a very nice, hard-working woman, always looking to get the same respect back from the others. She is really friendly, and at times, adorable.
So, the hours pass, as the house gets modeled a bit with some nice paint, some photos and furniture placed—thank God to Phillis Moving Co.—and we decide to lay back and relax for the moment. During the time, I thought of how many friends I'll make, how many people'll hate me and whether or not my dream will come true at this place. It looked nice and tidy with friendly people, so maybe chances are good? The thoughts boggled my bloody-head. I mean, will they even like how I look? I had a shaggy look going on: black, messy hair, wearing a nice sweatie usually and having a (sort of) goatee. I mean, the way I see it – I looked pretty cool and crazy, which is me in general. People accepted, and others didn't, even though they looked pretty stupid to me. Hell, they were. But anyways, I laid on my bed, watching some YouTube on my laptop, pretty much. Some Jontron, Markiplier, some newLEGACYinc. Y'know, the good stuff. It gave me laughs. After time passed, I decided to ask my mom if it was alright if I can take a nice look around the neighborhood on the ol' bike.
"Check your watch, mister," she responded, "When the clock hits 5:45, you come home, alright?" she gave me an embarrassing kiss on the cheek, and I swept off.
Taking a look around at the people and houses, I felt really good and passionate about my life. I mean, literally, school's starting up tomorrow, and it will be like their third quarter, or session, or whatever the bollocks are. So, "yay," I suppose. The wind was brushing me, giving off a cool breeze, and I loved every minute of it.
Along the way, I saw some violet-haired girl ride some scooter, a girl playing a violin inside her house, and then, a sudden glimpse of some girl. I lost focus, and then… crap—! I fall off my bike, like a doofus. I got, dusted myself off and got myself back on the bike, but before I set off to see some more of the place, I go back to see that girl I think I saw. I scoot back a little, and there, right there! Right there in my line of vision, was a pretty tall girl, looking very cute and all. She was just watering some plants or whatever. And the way she looked was unlike any other. She had a beautiful, shimmering look in her eyes, and a nice-looking body I might add. She had skin the color of amber, and hair that was gorgeously red with golden highlights, wearing a black jacket, and a nice long firey skirt, and she just looked like the bomb! Honest of heart, I never felt anything like this before in my life, which a snap got my mind.
'Is she the one? Or is she not? Maybe…?'
I didn't wanna stare too long to look awkward or anything, but I kept going forward, feeling my own heart-beat flutter over her looks. She really got glued to my mind. But anywho, I continued pedalling towards home, as my mom told me. Here's to wishing that girl was a student at Canterlot High. Much better, if she was in my grade!
Tired, I get inside the house to have the first dinner at the new humble-abode. Some cheese pizza, which tasted great. Time passed, and I lay back watching some TV with my dad, mostly sports. Watching some nice college football between the Cougars and the Mustangs – my dad's favorite team, as he was wearing a Mustang shirt in front of me.
But really, as much as I love football, I really carved my mind into a drift. A drift of that one girl whose eyes were shimmering, and whose body was like the sunset unlike any other. I can feel heat on my forehead just thinking about talking to her. I'm now nervous to talking to girls, now, as I feel like they'll judge me by appearance and way of speech. Back then, there was no problem, but now, I got the struck of fear growing in me, and it gives me a lot of tense and pressure.
But anyways, life goes on, and I take a sizzling-hot shower, and put my white tank top and black pajama bottoms on, looking like a cool dude, right? Eh, maybe not. Soon, my mother comes up to me to tell me that school was tomorrow, and I shouldn't stay up late, for yet a new day will happen. I go to my room, and jump in my bed, covering myself with the big blanket, feeling all warm and toasty. And soon, the thoughts were brought up again.
'How many friends will I have? How many people will hate me? Will I ever get the girl of my dreams?'