[CANTERLOT HIGH, 9:30A.M] I walk through the halls of Canterlot High, my boots clicking against the tile, the usual morning chaos buzzing around me. Laughter, locker doors slamming, the occasional "Hey, did you finish the math homework?"—all normal sounds. But underneath it, I feel it. The stares. I was just TRYING to make it through the day.. Some people barely glance at me, too caught up in their own worlds. Others? They linger. Cold. Sharp. Like they’re still waiting for me to snap, to go back to who I used to be...I keep my head high, acting like I don’t notice. It’s fine. You’ve changed. Just keep walking. "..Seriously. Why does nobody understand that my past doesn't define me??" I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. I exhaled slowly, trying NOT to just climb on a locker and start screaming and shrieking like there's no tomorrow. "You are not going to crash out. You are NOT going to crash out.."