Cynthia's pov:
BZZT BZZT!! My alarm was blaring. I got up, remembering that I'm not home but in University. I checked my phone and saw that it had 1 new twitter notification,
'BRXDYB0Y_ has posted on his story'. I clicked on the notification and saw that he was having a party, and it was this weekend. I quickly picked out my favorite dress, and put it to the side of my closet that me and Celestia shared. "That for the party?" She asked genuinely. I nodded my head with a smile on my face. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I had absolutely no clue what to do with my hair. I curled it a bit on the bottom after brushing it. My hair was super flat, it had no curl in it so I really had to give it something. I really hated doing my hair all fancy, but I was in a good school with lots of people.
Me and Celestia both ran off to our classes. I started thinking in class, I found Celestia really hot. Wait. Did I just call her hot..? No, she was only a friend. I didn't like her, did I..? Mid-thought the teacher, Mr Wilson, had asked me a question. "Huh? Oh, A = 13." I said. "Correct," Finally class was over, and it was time for lunch. Though, I couldn't stop thinking about earlier. Did I really like Celestia? I mean, I just met the girl.
"C? Cynth..? Cynthia? Cynthiaaaaa!!!"
"FLYING PICKLES??!?!!" I said.
"Flying pickles? Really Cynthia?"
"Sorry I was just thinking about something."
"It's alright," She said with a smile, "You don't have to apologize."
"Sh*t! Lunch ends in 5 minutes." I said.
"I was trying to tell you, but you were to deep in thought." She giggled.
