It was her first day of school. Dressed in what could only be called a daggy red skirt, green top and a red blazer -these people really had no sense of colour coordination- Maya marched her way through the front gates of St Adams, only to be greeted with a face-full -actually, let's make that a body-full- of water. What? Carefully treading water, Maya peered out blearily from under her blonde bangs, so conveniently obscuring her vision. It appeared as though she was in a pond. Weird. She definitely did not see that. And what was that screaming? People were yelling at her to get out? Thrashing around, Maya noticed small dark shapes zooming towards her... From in the water? As the shapes got closer, she realised they were fish. What on earth were they doing, swimming towards her at warp speed? As she began to make out the outline, she realised with a pang of cold dread -they were piranhas! What the hell? Frantically swimming away, Maya scrambled to find the edge of the pond. She wasn't fast enough. One devilish little sucker had grabbed ahold of Maya -on her butt. It would've been funny if it didn't hurt so much, actually, Maya noted detachedly. Just as more were preparing to dig into their unfortunate victim, salvation came in the form of one rainbow-haired teacher, who looped a strong arm around out hapless heroine, and pulled her to safety. On land, though, the trouble wasn't over. Blood began gushing from Maya's wound, so the person quickly scooped up the injured and traumatised girl and brought her to the infirmary. Setting her down gently on the bed, they sighed and pulled at her uniform.
'The nurse isn't here yet, so I guess I'll have to patch you up. You don't mind, do you?'
At this point in time, Maya would've accepted almost any form of help, even if it were some dodgy old man in a van holding a pair of handcuffs but claiming to be a qualified doctor.
'Dont worry. I'll be gentle.'
Nodding, Maya turned away from the mess of blood, torn skin -and uniform- and pulsing muscle that the piranha had left in its wake. It was then that Maya thought to thank her saviour.
'Um... Thank you. Sorry, what's your name?'
A smile lit the face of the person, and they replied enthusiastically.
'I'm Taylor Taylor, but no one calls me that. Everyone just calls me Taylor, but I wish they would use my REAL name. It's Boxerblue. That's my brony name. I teach art here, and you must be a new student! Lucky I was there to rescue you, hey.'
Maya couldn't really tolerate the amount of weirdness that just spewed from... His? Her? Mouth, and decided that a nice, neutral reply was best.
'Yeah. Lucky, I guess.'
The... Teacher nodded happily, and went back to dressing the wound. He... She... was surprisingly efficient... It gave off the impression that they had done this many times before. Maya decided that she would say something about that. It was a little sus, after all.
'You look like you've done this a lot, Taylor.'
The person waved the question and its implications away.
'Its nothing. We have tons of new students just like you, and they almost always fall into the pond. I guess someone has to help them. The other teachers think it's funny.'
It was then that piercing screams along with a strange sound of ripping fibre reached the ears of the duo. Taylor turned soulful blue eyes to look at Maya, and she gulped noisily.
'And when I said you were lucky, I meant it.'
Nodding, Maya averted her eyes, cheeks tinted slightly pink from the intensity of the teachers stare. Taylor finished dressing the wound, and pulled Maya's tattered uniform back into place.
'There we are. All done.'
Maya shyly rubbed the back of her head, and turned to look at ... It.
'Th... Thank you very much, Taylor.'
Said teacher smiled boyishly, its entire face lighting up with joy. Taylor's... Taylor's really handsome, Maya thought. I suppose if I can't tell whether it's a boy or a girl, I can pretend its a boy.
The ... Now officially-not-really-dubbed-man bowed politely, and exited the infirmary, under the excuse that there were 'places to go, people to save, you know the drill.'
Maya was then left alone in the infirmary, without a clue in the world and with more than a small blush on her cheeks.