School Daze

The locker room was deserted. The only sound was a muffled wah-wah coming from the nearby classrooms. The nonstop monotone lessons of useless shit. The hallway looked like every school ever. Lockers stood sentinel over the walls and only let through the occasional water fountain like they were bouncers of a strip club. How do I know about those? I am a degenerate worshipper of a God called Filth. The Great and Mighty Filth commands me, yadda, yadda.

I passed my classroom on the way to my locker. Blame the bad floor plan of this school. My locker stood resolute and ever-watchful over my activities.  It held every belonging of mine except the most important. It said my name on it with a little sticker with glitter on it. It made me gag. Babs Seed. Whenever we came back from a glorious summer, we were given the stickers and our new lockers. It was ritualistic and as old as Equestria. I could see Chancellor Puddinghead with a little sticker and a locker made out of stone. Maybe she was crazy. I know I connected with her the most when Ponyville put on the Hearth's Warming play last semester.

I remember when I was a sophomore and Snips put his sticker on his head. He got a detention for that display of nonconformity and I loved every second of it. The shocked faces of everypony highlighted the scene and I wanted to roll on the floor laughing. I had to stop my  laughter before anypony suspected that I was crazy. That one event made my day, if not my entire year.

And there I was between Applebloom and Berry Pinch. Who drowned her sorrows in alcohol. That didn’t help my stomach this last semester. Whenever I smelled her breath, I thought that she was holding onto a dark secret. But I didn’t give a shit cause I was gonna go to the funny farm.

So there I stood and looked at the final obstacle that kept me from getting it on. The padlock of destiny. It was given out with our stickers to protect our privacy, except when the establishment thought there were drugs in circulation. Them’s the breaks. They hate when children try to expand their minds the natural way.

“Padlock, you annoying hunk of metal. You lovable lock that keeps my soul chained upon the earth.” I reached for the hunk of junk and I thought that there was no turning back. Even the black one eyed stare of the padlock’s dial kept me on track. I had to breathe slowly as my hoof stroked the metal finish of the padlock and I saw the lock fall into my hand. It had lost its magical properties and was just another padlock.

Up the hall a teacher was blathering about the gryphons. “And the Gryphons were trained in war at an early age to crush compassion from the bud. These governmental programs had made the early cultures of Gryphus have clan wars that ravaged the countryside.”

“Gryphons” I tossed my padlock into the garbage. I saw it look up from a graveyard of waste and I felt bad for the thing. it hadn’t slighted me. It was just a sad bystander to my rage.

“But remember that the Gryphons are still formidable fighters, even though they have changed their culture from a warlike conqueror into a democratic nation ruled by the majority.”

I picked up the padlock and placed in my left saddlebag, which was the only one that still hung nicely on my frame, and I chuckled. “Hey, Mr. Padlock? Aren’t you a killing machine?” He didn’t answer but I thought I heard a yes. Maybe I said it or I was losing my grip on reality.

I swung up my locker and saw the detritus that probably littered every locker. Gym clothes for those times that we needed exercise, an umbrella hat for rain, my books. I ran through the list in my head. Math, Science, History, Grammar and Spelling, Mouth Writing (that was the earth pony version...), Cutie Marks. All of them were boring and were not going to help me in life now. What I needed to know now was how to create a shank and easy ways to commit suicide. I was not going to stay in the damn institution forever.

I ripped up each of my books and they tore easily because they were badly made. I ripped up that Playcolt centerfold that I was so attached to. The one with Sapphire Shores being her naturally seductive, yet witty, self. I loved seeing the mental image of me being her lover and she was giving all of herself to my rapacious sexual appetite. It got me hot and bothered and I wanted to masturbate right there on the floor. This day hadn’t even begun and I already orgasmed twice.

But I had a mission straight from Filth. I picked up the bullets that had been hiding behind my books. It was my little secret. I stole them from my father a few weeks ago and he never noticed they were gone. I stared down at the little gems that held so much killing potential. My eyes became misty as I realized the beauty of the little gems. Some earth pony was smart enough to harness the magical properties of gems and make a nice little killing machine. The hunk of metal that I had in my saddlebags was a testament to that. I had to steal the gun under the eyes of that deer head, but dead things never tell on ponies. My dad was none the wiser because he probably forgot that he even had the thing. I felt like a killer. I was Daring Do. I was Discord. It was time to get it on. I put the extra gems in my pocket and grabbed my lighter. I don’t smoke but I bought the thing anyway. I lit it and set my school supplies on fire.

The mess that I made created a perfect breeding ground for the fire.Then I shut the door. I could feel the heat coming off my locker and black smoke came out of my locker grate. I just watched as the adhesive on the sticker melted and the glittery mess fluttered to the floor. The paint started to fleck and I just grinned madly. Really, seeing your school supplies go up in smoke is a sight to behold. I almost think of it as a religious experience.

A colt came out of one of the nearby rooms carrying a pass to the bathroom. He looked at the inferno in my locker, back to me, and then just ran. I hid the gun well cause he wasn’t running for his life.

I slowly walked back to Cheerilee’s classroom. My homeroom for the last and final time. I stopped and looked back at my locker belching smoke like a dragon and soot was marring my locker’s paint. There was no name tag anymore on it. It was like I never existed. That was the truly beautiful thing. It was like a piece of art dedicated to my dreams.

There was just a buzzing sound in my head. I had nothing in my brain anymore, I was just running on instinct now. My brain had went to the moon a long time ago. I opened the door and hoped for retribution for what I was going to do.