"Listen, Air Gear. This will be your first time in a public school. You've gotta dress nicely and appropriately in order to make a good impression. Nobody needs to see your tattoos and your piercings so that people will think that you're a delinquent. You're lucky that the GPA has allowed you to keep them."
"But Grandpa Fixit, this outfit is so stupid!"
"You're really stupid. You wanted to go to a public school when we were deployed in Ponyville, alright? Now you make your bed and you sleep in it!"
With that, Professor Fixit threw his grandson out of the house.
This is Air Gear. 16 years old and originally from Manehattan, he spent most of his life homeschooled and raised by his grandfather, Professor Fixit. Oh, and he's a Newtype Gundam pilot.
Sighing, he made his way to his car and begin to drive. I mean, seriously? Even if he was homeschooled, Air Gear knew what a nerdy outfit looked like and...gosh darn it! He was looking like the epitome of nerdiness! Especially when these stupid glasses got in the way of his vision! It's a mercy that he didn't have to tuck his shirt in and put on his top button or he would suffocate!
Oh well, he was glad that he could wear his own style on the weekends or at home. Still, he wondered what a public school was like before he moved to Ponyville. As a child, he only made scarce friends since he rarely went to the park since it was on the weekends. Other than that, he spent his days in his grandfather's laboratory, studying everything from nursery to high school. Sure, there were times that he felt lonely.
But that loneliness was overtaken by the desire to become a Gundam pilot. Hearing all those stories about his parents and grandfather using the mobile suit had given him a new lease on life. Sure there weren't any threats to the world now, but if there ever was, it'll be his time to shine. However, he also knew that it was a responsibility that shouldn't be taken for granted since the Gundam can only be placed into the hands of those who are capable of wielding it. Then there are those who used the Gundams for darker purposes.
Let's...keep that to your imaginations.
Anyway, he knew that Gundams were tools of war. But his grandfather told him that they can also be used to protect the people. It was optimistic thinking, but he was going to use that mindset to burn his passionate desire. His membership in the GPA only lights it up even wildly.
Still, with secret factions, organizations or groups around with various mobile suits, he was feeling rather tense and excited. The positive kind. His Newtype senses never picked up much dangerous threats since leaving Manehattan. Manehattan was a city full of wonders, but it also had a dark side thanks to crime. The only threats he picked up on were crimes.
The boy wished that he was born in Vanhoover. The place looked nicer than both Manehattan and Stalliongrad.
Oh....Stalliongrad. The memories keep flooding in...
Air Gear shook his head. Nobody knew that he was a Newtype and he intended to keep it that way. Stuff like that would cause a huge riot or something. His race had either died out or went into hiding so it was a double-edged sword in this situation. Still, here's to hoping that he finds another like him.
Looking right out of his sedan window, he finally found the school he was recently enrolled to: Canterlot High. It looked rather big and clean. There must have been a ton of facilities there. Maybe there's a robotics lab he could go to? Yes. At least he can continue his hobby in robot building.
He parked in an open space right opposite of the school. Hopefully, there were no tickets given on his first day.
Walking towards the front entrance, he noticed a horse statue in the middle of the pathway. It looked mighty and majestic on top of that pedestal. There was even a sign that looked like a golden horseshoe way right in front of the road. In fact, there was a letter 'C' in the center of it. Preparing himself with anticipation, he entered the building.
