I am walking down the hall of Canterlot High School, with books in my arms on my way to class, each person I pass by given me hateful looks; I understand their reasons to hate me. It was only more than a week since that incident at the Fall Formal Dance where I turned into a she-demon and mind-control the entire under my spell. It is the Equestrian princess, Twilight Sparkle and his friends who freed the students from my dark magic; they even freed me from myself. I regret everything that I did, on that night and all the other days since I came in this school, in this world, as my new home. I wanted a fresh new start, accomplish something and be respected. But I did not, I only harm those around me, separate myself from others believe I’m better than them, I scare them into respecting me. I did accomplish something on my first year, I was crowned princess on my first Fall Formal Dance with fairness, and I was respected without fear or force or deceit; I guess too much respect is too much of a good thing and I had too much.
The five-minute warning bell has rung, I hurried my way than I tripped and fell, scattering my books over the floor. Some of the students saw me with cruel satisfaction on their faces. I hear some of them saying,
“You got what you deserved,”
“Nice going, klutz,”
“Don’t be late, ’Demon Queen.’”
Everyone has left for class and the hallway is empty except myself. I think about what everything that happened, perhaps this is what I deserved. I believed myself to be better than other people and now where it gets me. This is for the better. I lost everything but my pride was a small price to price which I have obtain something greater than I should have realized from the beginning; I have friends now. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle, they support me and befriend me after everything I did to them. I was proud to have them with me, I was forgiven. But can others forgive me?
I am picking up my books and papers until a stranger approach me. He is a teenager like every students in this school but I never seen him before, I have been in this school, no, in this world for almost two and a half years by thirty Full Moons and I’ve know everyone here; well, almost everyone. He picked up the furthest book from me and raise his other hand toward me and he ask,
“Do you know need a hand?”
He asked with a smooth pleasant voice and a gentle smile on his face and his eyes are confident. His hair is dark with a ponytail on the end and his eye irises are brown, judging by his eye shape, he have epicanthic fold which some people who have them are known as (Far-East) ‘Asian.’ His body is fit, wears a blue vest unzipped and black shirt underneath, grey jeans with black leather belt with metal bucket, and black sneakers. He wears a shiny stainless steel bracelet on each wrist, on one hand he sticks out have a dragon head. He wear a thin chain necklace where his pendent have a black dragon with chains are around it; I believe that is his cutie mark. His metal jewelries are beautiful. What astonish me more than his handsome look and attire is his show of kindness, he perhaps is perhaps the only person other than my five friends who is being so nice to me. I have to give him a reply.
“S-sure. Thank you.”
I let him take my hand, I stand and continuously look at him.
“You might want to watch where your step, you won’t know what might come between you and
the floor, and here is your book.”
He is a student yet he’s unfamiliar. I thank him again. “Thank you.”
“We might be as well be get going, we don’t want to be late for class, looks bad on our record. I’ll see you later.”
We all walk opposite directions, I didn’t say much, I don’t know what to say. His words are kind and cheerful, I don’t what words would equal them. I continue walking my way to class as in my mind I am thinking,
“Maybe I will see him again.”