Maybe 【OC x Pinkie Pie】~MLP WATTY AWARDS~

Chapter One/ Cheese Sandwich~

A sharp sting on my ear.

My eyes shoot open, hand flying to the right side of my head... who dares disturb my slumber?

A fly, apparently.

My eyelids flutter closed again, and something goes off in my brain.

It's Tuesday, I think in an almost frantic way. How did it ever get to be...?

I had fallen asleep in the woods again. Swell, just... swell.

Fuck. Mosquitoes bites, how they cover my face.

The coming of Tuesday means the coming of the first day of my senior year, and today is the coming of that day. And, of course, I have slept in.

Of course I have slept in.

Not that I give a crap, it's just a bit frustrating. Now what, dealing with all the staring people and adults asking for a pass... A pass that I presumably will not have.

I do not even know where I've misplaced my freaking schedule.

Again, swell.

The trees loom grandly above me, morning light shining through, making me squint. Based on the placement of the sun it's perhaps about ten o' clock; if my judgement is correct then I'm two hours tardy to class; swell.

I lay still for a few minutes longer. What's the point? I'm already late. Who cares if I'm another hour so?

Everything, just absolutely everything, is swell.

^^^^^

My foster parents have left already, I note, as I arrive back at the house. I wondered if maybe Mrs. Cartman was kind enough to phone the police, or perhaps even go looking for me.

No, what am I thinking? They don't care about me; I'm actually pretty sure they're ready to move me to the next home, like the last ones. And the ones before that, and the ones before that, and before that and that and that and that and that...

...Yeah.

I help myself to a leftover cheese sandwich, leave the dishes where they are, and very slowly brush my teeth, not bothering to really do anything else to my face. It's not like I can magically make myself aesthetically pleasing to all the freaking conformists at this weird middle-class school; I've given up on trying with people a long, long, long time ago.

I mean, I'll only be here for another, what, week or two? before the Cartmans decide that I'm too much work and kick me out. Lucky for them, they haven't had to clean up any blood yet.

The sun is so bright.

It's annoying.

I don't even know where the freaking school is, and don't exactly have a phone to look it up on. I believe it's called Canterlot High... stupid name, I'd say.

"Well shit," I say aloud, exiting the house and slamming the door behind me, not locking it out of laziness. I look around, and inhale sharply through my nose.

The air is fresh, though I smell gasoline.

I glance in the direction of it, and see that about two or so houses down some tall Mexican kid is forcing gas into his car, and making frustrated grunting noises while he's at it.

Weirdo.

What time is it? I glance upwards; eleven-ish... swell. Now it's three hours.

I begin walking up the street. I suppose I'll just wander about until I find it; if I don't, then screw it.