Jacob leaned back to his desk. "Neato. Thanks." He mumbled happily. Jacob began to hum to himself as he sucked on his sucker, waiting for the bell to ring.
(Quill's not here, man.) Jacob repositioned the manga book from inside his normal book and continued to read.
[size=+2]RING!!![/size] Fancypants jumped at the sound of the morning bell signaling the start of homeroom, smearing his otherwise carefully written name on the board. As he stuck a finger in his ear, he remarked, "My word, that bell certainly is louder than usual...Maybe Principal Celestia should tell the janitor about it..." Then, turning toward the students gathered, he pointed to his name. "This is supposed to say 'Mr. Fancypants.' I'll be your proctor for homeroom. Every teacher here runs those homeroom differently, but I like to maintain a relaxed, if controlled atmosphere. You're free to joke around and...ahem...'set up' your classmates..." At this, he flashed a knowing smirk toward Peter, Jacob, and Maggie. "...But please refrain from interfering with students who are studying. Believe it or not, I was once a young, strapping colt, much like yourselves. I understand that sitting still for more than a few minutes can be a bit much to ask." He walked around the classroom, handing out slips of paper. The students who read it would see the words, "Canterlot High Survival Guide" written in large face, bold type. Below was a list of points to remember. Star kept her head down, but read the Survival Guide intently. Fancypants cleared his throat, then motioned to the paper. "Keep this with you; especially on your first day. You never know when you'll need it. It contains all kinds of valuable information, from not overfilling your backpack to tips to deal with bullying." He smiled, then added, "I wish I could take credit for this work, but it was actually written by our new guidance councillor, Miss Cadenza Mi Amore! Also, she's personally asked me to remind you all that if you should have any problems at all to go to her office. Her door is always open. Now for ot-" *screech!bzzt!*. The school's PA system buzzed and screeched, then a feminine voice spoke. "Good morning, everyone! This is Principal Celestia, just welcoming you all to a brand new year here at Canterlot high School. Go Wondercolts!" The students could hear some of the other homerooms rhythmically pounding on their desks and clapping. *boomtishboomboomtish*. Mr Fancypants himself pumped his fist and said, "Go Wondercolts." Then the bell rang for classes to begin. ----- Star Shimmer folded her Survival Guide and put it in her backpack. Without a word, she stepped away from her desk and to her first class, Literature.
Jessie jumped when the second bell rang. "I wasn't dreaming about men!" He shook his head and grabbed his backpack and buried his face in it. He grabbed the packet and rushed out of the room, almost knocking over Star. He ran to his first class, literature (he's taking every "artistic" class. That counts.), and sat in the first seat he found, keeping his face buried. "Crud, crud, crud."
Maggie flushed deeply during the comment Fancypants made. She bent over the sketch, shaping an ear on the paper.
(Wow. American High Schools are so different to Australian schools. You guys get to wear whatever and I’m stuck in a crappy uniform that makes me look like a human Christmas tree.) Damian packed up his equipment and went to his first class, History. He went to sit in the back corner, with a good view to see the board and also to use the nearby powerpoint to keep his laptop’s battery life always at 100%. He was the first student at the class, but his ears still rang from the extremely loud bell that blasted his ears like a fog horn.
Jacob gathered his things and slipped out of the classroom, making his way to the History classroom. He made his way to the very back of the room and sat down.
Adam dog-eared the page he left off on, picked up his bag and went down to his first period, history. "Canterlot Survival Guide... Written by Councilor Cadenza Mi Amore... Huh. I'll keep this in my pocket then." Adam thought, while folding the slip into his jean pockets.
(Some American schools require a uniform. I was fortunate enough not to attend one of those schools.) As Star left the classroom, she felt a hard shove from behind that nearly knocked her over. She recovered in time to see Jessie rush past her without so much as an apology. She glared at him, and maintained said glare until they entered Medias Res' classroom. The teacher glared at both of them, as well as all of the other students who entered his classroom. Star took a seat next to Jessie. Even though she didn't particularly like him at the moment, he was the only familiar face in the room at the moment. This comforted her. ----- The janitor shuffled by the gaggle of students as they went to their respective classes. He stroked his short, grey beard and tipped his hat. He smiled a little as he mused to himself, "Looks like it's going to be a fun year." *kzzt* "Mr. Drims, are you there? Mr. Drims?" Vice Principal Luna's voice came over the janitor's walkie-talkie. The janitor, Mr. Drims, sighed and picked it up. "Yes, Loona, I'm here." "Great. Celestia wants you to check out the bells. We think someone manipulated them." Drims smiled. "Of course, Loona. Anything for Celestia." After clicking off the walkie, the janitor whistled a tune as he walked down the hall. "It's going to be a really fun year..."
Jessie picked up his head and looked to Star. "Oh... Hey. Sorry. I had to get out of there... I said something accidentally... And I really didn't want to explain it. We cool?" He held out a fist to her.
Star blinked a few times. Now he's apologizing? She stared at him for a few moments before noncommitally putting out her fist, and replying, "Yeah. We're cool." She smiled slightly before their teacher intervened. "Ah, I see our Romeo and Juliet have been officially introduced, but unfortunately, Shakespeare doesn't get covered until later this year." Star quickly drew her fist back and buried her head in her hands to hide her embarrassment. Medias Res seemed unfazed. "No need to worry, Miss Capulet, I'll spare you any further embarrassment today." He quickly wrote his name on the chalkboard. "If you're taking this class, that means that your capable of reading my name, so I won't waste m time introducing myself. That being said, let's begin th first lesson." He walked to his desk and opened a very large book of poetry by Edgar Allen Poe. "We'll begin by analyzing the relationship between Mr. Poe and his one true love, Tragedy. Pay attention, Romeo and Juliet..."
"Mr. Res, Edgar Allen Poe was married to his cousin, Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe, when she was 13. Would that not make her his true love, since she was his only woman he married in his time on earth?" Jessie, like the performer he was, stood up and contradicted the teacher in an over the top manner. He had most likely pissed the teacher off beyond belief. He was completely oblivious to this fact.
Medias Res turned and smiled at Jessie. He had to admire the courage this freshman had, standig up to him, on thefirst day of school, no less. Although...his smile didn't seem all-too genuine. "Very good, Romeo. You're smarter than you look." He turned away from the class and paced in the front of the room. "However, Mr. Poe was orphaned after his mother died and his father abandoned him. If that not a tragedy? Furthermore, his life was beset with failure after failure. While he practically invented the Detective genre, and inspired a one Conan Arthur Doyle to write his Sherlock Holmes novellas, his true genius shines in works of the macabre, and dare I say, tragic. Did Mr. Poe wrote any love stories? Not in the traditional sense. Do the hero and heroine live happily ever after? Of course not. The Raven, in fact, actively subverts that tired convention. The titular character informs our poor narrator that he will never see his love again, even in the afterlife." He returned his attention back to Jessie. "Rebuttal, Romeo?" Star stared at her fellow student, practically awestruck. Never had she seen someone stand up to an authority figure like that. Not to mention, she agreed more with him than the teacher.
"My only rebuttal is the usage of the words true love. No matter how much his life was beset by it, I highly doubt he liked it in any way, even if it was what he did. Just like how I bet you feel about what you do..." Jessie sat back down, realizing he had made a show of himself by accident.
Jacob sat through history class, daydreaming and sucking on his sucker. "She's just so... Mmm..." He thought to himself.
Maggie finished the landscape, and looked over it approvingly. She frowned, and dotted sheep over the hills.
Jacob shook his head and returned to his senses. "Daydreamin'? About a girl I just met?" He mumbled to himself. "Slow down, Jacob. You're actin' crazy."
Damian watched Star and Jessie begin their discussion. He smiled as he enjoyed listening to their conversation, while maintaining his work at the same time. "That's a bit fast to fall in love. You have only just met her, you know." Damian spoke for the first time all day.
Jacob sighed. He slipped his manga into his book and began to read that instead. "I'll figure this crap out later." He reasoned with himself.
