It was first period and first day of second semester, only a half hour into the period, and BIg Macintosh was in class staring at the clock already, totally oblivious and lost in thought, until he heard the door open and Principal Celestia standing there with a small smile on her face.
"Class, this is Daffodil Whiff she's new here, so please make her feel welcome," she then stepped to the side to let in Daffodil. BIg Mac couldn't help but feel a bit bad for her, she was blushing a lot and looked uncomfortable being the center of attention.
"Alright, Ms. Daffodil anything to say to the class," their teacher Mr. Doodle asked trying not to show his annoyance from the interruption. Daffodil just shook her head no, staring at the floor avoiding any eye contact.
"Alright please go and sit next to Mr. Macintosh," he stated bluntly and turned towards the board to continue the Algebra II problems and homework. As she sat next to him, he finally had the chance to see what she looked like.
She had long, wavy hair that was a dark honey blond, pale yellow skin and big grey eyes. She was wearing an off the shoulder, orange shirt, brown fingerless gloves that were past her elbows, a brown sash that made a bow on her side, a green skirt with three anthuriums that were yellow and white and her shoes were a beech brown, matching her gloves and sash, with flowers on the top of her high-socks, like on her skirt.
"Do ya need the notes," Big Mac whispered while Mr. Doodle's back was turned. Daffodil looked up from playing with her hands nervously and looked at Big Mac, and blushed, normally guys avoid talking to her.
"Y-Y-Yes please," she said in a barely audible whisper. Big Mac then passed her his notebook while she was taking hers out of her teal backpack. She then took it and quickly began to write down the short notes, passed back his notebook and began to write down and begin the practice questions and homework. Just as she put down her pencil, the bell rang.
"What's your (ee-ur) next class," Big Mac asked once she had her things together.
"U.S. history," she stated shyly.
"Wit' Mrs. Harshwhinny," he asked. She nodded.
"Want me to show you where tah go," he asked, she merely nodded in agreement.
"What's she like," Daffodil asked quietly.
"Harsh, and she may give ya a hard'r time than Mr. Doodle, ya know makin' you go in front of the class to int'rduce yerself."
"You can call me Daffy," she stated, "all my friends do." Big Mac just smiled down at his shorter friend.
"Well then, you can call me Big Mac, all mah friends do," he said while playfully elbowing her, after repeating her last statement. Daffy just giggle and continued to follow Big Mac to class.