School Daze

Nopony said a word until the fire trucks came to the scene of my crime. They could have bolted. I run that through my mind everyday. It would have made the Dark Thing that happened later end right then and there. But they were mesmerized with my starring role in this little movie. ‘Why didn’t they cut and run, Babs? What did you do to them?’ The doctors still try to make me explain. It doesn’t matter anymore. Everypony that was in that schoolhouse is dead. Not because of me, but because of what our world transformed into after. Maybe I was the thing that set off the bomb. Maybe not. Back to the doctors. They are afraid of me. They think I am crazy. I don’t answer them; I need my secrets. I could reply that they forgot how being a child feels. Common bullying in the school halls, violence everywhere,  the news reporting on murders, everything. We watched scary movies for Celestia’s sake. By comparison, Cheerilee’s death was less gory.

I’m not a crusader on the problems of our educational system, but I think adults underestimate our love of watching someone die or go crazy. Hey dude. You heard that Babs went bonkers and killed two teachers? Dude I was there. It was awesome. And we finished with..

I realized they were the predators. My classmates knew I wouldn’t kill them. They were waiting for a bloodbath, so they could have a gory orgy that freed them from all responsibilities of adulthood. We all have a bit of crazy.

Another group of ponies flew in. From there getups having a nice red cross and looking like not-so-sexy stripper outfits. Yep, it was the paramedics. Okay so maybe they were using a vehicle to get here. Carting bodies out and all that. I wish those emergency vehicles stopped being stupid. They scared the shit out of everyone. Ponies stopped to watch the massacre get it on. We were no longer ponies; we were actors in a macabre play for the enjoyment of the masses. I wished the vehicles wised up and played polka when they arrived on the scene.