School Daze

Nopony had got the point of that story. They had wanted to know about my parents and so I told them part of the sordid affair. Some took it better than others. Applebloom was smiling because she had been right, but her eyes were full of sadness. Most of the others were embarrassed and were looking around the room; their eyes tried to never meet mine in fear of what I could do to them. Wow, they still were indoctrinated enough so even the mention of sexual prowess creeped them out. I felt like an anarchist, destroying the natural order and creating chaos. Nopony wanted to speak and the bell buzzed out its warning to get up and go to the next waystation of knowledge. They still were machinery on an assembly line and I was the terrorist that stopped the production. I felt fantastic. I looked down at Cheerilee. Her one remaining eye stared up at me.  She looked like the deer carcass that my father had killed on the hunting trip. Her smile had frozen permanently on her face in rigor mortis. Her corpse judged me and I watched a fly crawl upon her muzzle. I tried to brush it off but it just buzzed around the room. It would be back and I knew it would make the dead teacher part of its daily meal. Outside, a crowd had gathered. I saw ponies that I had seen around town. A few colts and fillies had come back with their parents to see the fun, fun, fun. Fuck these ponies and their crowds. I had to deal with musical numbers on a weekly basis. In the beginning it was fun but it soon devolved into me running the other way when I felt the music in me. I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at Tiara. She stared back and lifted her hooves in a double fuck you measure. Her lips moved silently: Fuck you. We had our little secret and she probably wanted to be the one in power but I let it go for now. Story time.