'Okay, day two. Now what?' I thought, getting ready for school. 'Will he come?' After a few minutes of looking in the mirror to reassure myself that he would show up, I grabbed my bag and went to class.
After class, came recess. After that, the teacher called us back in and I went to go find the other students. I soon found the group huddled around each other, shaking like scared foals.
"What scared the color out of their skins?" I asked the teacher, who seemed quite annoyed.
"Hm?" She asked, turning to me. "Oh! They all believe that the say a ghost. Bloody Murray they all say."
I turned to the group. "You do know that that's just a old horse tale, right?" I asked the wad of fillies and colts, with an eyebrow cocked up of coarse.
"B-nut it was Bloody Murray!" The same filly I had terrified by the story of the buffalo scalping ponies screamed. "I saw him with my own two eyes!"
I deadpanned at her words. "It could have been a figment of your imagination," I said, acting like I was fixing a pair of glasses on my face. "Or the mirror you used brought your fear to life." Then I saw it, a young white colt with black hair and eyes and fake blood dripping off him. He pranced away from the area I suspected to be where the filly had "summoned" Bloody Murray. The young prankster walked towards the bathroom to clean up.
"Come on now, back to class!" The teacher said, marching us back to the room on the second floor. I ran along with the other students and didn't see the pony until I ran into him.
"Woop...sorreh!" I said, being as goofy as possible. I looked up at the white stallion, his black mane was almost perfectly groomed. "Had a derp moment there, hee hee." After that I rejoined the group and ran into room 214. I nearly flew into my seat and immediately took out my art equipment.
After a few minutes, I heard the door to the classroom open. "Come in." The teacher said, leading somepony in the room. "Class, this is Lieutenant Dragoo..."
"Please," He stopped her. "Just call me Drake, ma'am."
'What'd he come here for?' I asked myself in my head, concentrating on my drawing. 'Who's he gonna pick up?'
"Very well. This is Lieutenant Drake." She said, some of us hardly tried to greet him. Others, like me, didn't try at all. "He's here for a very important reason." Some of the other foals sat straight up when she said this. "It's not every day that somepony finds out they have a family. One day, you will all have a loving family of your own, and know what a magical feeling it is to love and to be loved. Miss Budder?"
I was listening." I said as my head raised.
"Could you come up here, please?" Our teacher asked me.
"Okaaaaayyyy..." I felt miserable at the thought of moving and leaving my master piece out int the open. I heard some other students giggle. When I got to the front of the class, I saw the same pony I bumped into in the hall.
"Budder, I want you to meet Drake...your brother." The teacher sighed, all this time she had believed what the pegasus said. I would never get adopted.
My eyes widened and the room went silent. When I finally spoke, my voice was low and hushed as I tried to fight off tears. "You're my...brother?"