At CHS, the girls are learning about suicide and depression in their health class. While all the rest of the human 7 are talking about how useless this class is and how silly they can be for doing harm to themselves, they seem oblivious to the fact...
I looked at the Rainbow Dash as she smiled at me the beautiful magenta eyes sparkling like diamonds. Then her face went sad and she turned her back to me. “Meet me here at 7:30 tomorrow morning and I'll show you around the school before it starts. Then meet me here again after school and I'll show you some places around town. Now if you'll excuse me, my parents want me home early today. See you tomorrow.”
I waved, “See you tomorrow.” she left with her friends and I whispered to myself, “Can't wait, M'lady.”
I walked out the doors of the school and immediately got mobbed. I groaned as I got a heard the usual things.
“Soarin Skys in the flesh!”
“He's so handsome!”
“Can I get your autograph?”
“Please sign this!”
“I'm a huge fan!”
I hate signing autographs but I did a few till I got an opportunity to run and I took it. I ran to the limo waiting and told the driver, “Get me to the mansion. But try to lose the fan girls first. I don't want my address to be known by these crazy people. Please.” the girls and boys alike were knocking on the window trying to get my attention.
The driver nodded all too familiar of the life of these famous people and took lots of turns and straights till he was sure he lost the crowd then brought him home.
“Thanks man. I owe you one.” Soarin told the driver who just nodded and waved his hand to show that it's no big deal. Soarin waved and walked up the front steps of his mansion walking in the doors. “I'm back!”
My father looked up from his fashion magazine holding his straight face. “Were you showed around your new school?”
“No father. But I did find this hot cute chick and she agreed to show me around tomorrow at 7:30. And around town after school.”
Father looked at me sternly, “Have you considered that this ‘chick’ as you called her is only trying to get our money?”
“She's not father. She didn't even know who I was till I introduced myself. Even then she didn't know I was famous till this strange crazed fan said I was. Besides, I asked some of the guys in the hallways and they all told me the same basic thing. She's the captain of pretty much every team at Canterlot High and will not fall in love if it killed her. She's definitely different from all those other girls I dated.”
Father nodded, “Good precaution son. Why don't you bring her here so I can meet her after the tour?
“Really! I mean, sure. I'll do it.”
“Good. Now, your designer and makeup artist will be here any minute to prepare you for your photo shoot for the recent fall fashions in the park. Go wait in your room.”
“Of course father.”
I walked to my room. And fell on my king sized bed and looked at my full sized TV with a designer leather couch in front of it and my personal library on the second floor. I had a climbing wall near the skating ramp and had another TV that worked as a computer near my bed. An entire wall was a window with a great view of the park that I'll be having a photoshoot in later that day.
There was also a basketball hoop and half court, a small arcade and trophy box was near the stairs that went to the 2nd floor. The door to the ginormous bathroom was near the arcade games.
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It was huge. I'll admit it, it may seem like I'm a spoiled daddy's boy but I honestly feel like I don't deserve all this fame and fortune. All I did was walk into a photo place when I was 10 and all the sudden, I'm a high demand model that has money to burn.
I sighed, got up, turned on my TV, flopped down on the couch and played some videogames while I waited for the people that will get me ready for the shoot. Why do I need these people anyway? I can dress myself. I understand the makeup artist since I know nothing about makeup but I don't need someone to put my clothes on. If they want to adjust it afterwards, fine by me. But seriously.
“Mr. Skys?”
“Yes?”
“Your stylist’s are here.”
“Come in.” I turned off the TV and and mentally prepared myself for the activity most people will find enjoyable, but I thought was h***.
