First Day of School

by TheLoveless

Rating: everyone
Tags: Other, Original Character, Spike, Scootaloo, Cheerilee, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1620

Spike's first day of school, and like any other day, friends are with him. Scootaloo is in the same grade, and the same class.

Spike's first day of school, and like any other day, friends are with him. Scootaloo is in the same grade, and the same class. Being new, or even different from others in class will always clause problems.

First day of school? Or maybe the last.

criticism wanted!!!!

Published 2013-11-25 01:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-25 01:40:02 UTC

Last Day of School

Monday morning, like most other days of the week, was filled with young mares and stallions heading to their respective location of the school house. Fillies, colts, and young respective citizens, attended a preparation setting for the real schools. Such as most call it, pre-school. Among the small amount of over aged participants, who had either failed a set expectation, got withdrawn from school for unruly behavior or by being required elsewhere; Not being able to exhibit the learnings, by any means. In this small category of very few participants, many lived happy lives. Although uneducated, and lesser taught, they had always managed to fill their rightful place in modern society. This is a story of such creatures, whom missed out on their change, and had to start anew.

This is the story of three unlikely candidates, who suffer the torment of the school house. The story of Spike’s first,and last day of school.

Back on back, supplies loaded up and books on shelf, Spike was all but ready to go to school. “Are you done yet Twilight? I need to go!” Waiting for his caretaker to finish her duties of organizing, he held his arms open, waiting for his good bye hug.

“What is it Spike? I still need to organize books ‘C’ through ‘Z’,” turing head to view her adopted son, she noticed his uncanny posture. “Spike what is it? I can’t read minds.” Deep down she knew she could, but with the help of magic only.

“A hug?” Lifting his arms up once more to show his demand. “I need to go, and i’m gonna be gone for almost 5 hours.” Unsurprisingly, Twilight teleported herself to the dark purple dragon, and gave him a gentle squeeze, before returning herself to the shelfs.

“Good luck Spike! Enjoy kinder.” Waving a blind hoove to Spike, he left to the minimum security prison every one called school.

Only two blocks away, nothing really could keep him from being late. At the most, he could arrive at the bell. Only 8 in the morning, few actually viewed the dragon as he walked to Cheerilee’s building.

“Hi Spike. Come to help me again?” Cheerilee put on her best fake smile, trying her best to hide her true emotions.

“Actually i’m here to join your class,” extending a sheet of paper to his newly found teacher, he walked into the class and took a seat in the center. “Why is no one else here yet?”

Still examining Spike's document he tried her best to answer, “well class doesn't start for another 10 minutes. Just give it some time, and they show up.” Pressing on to find a reason to kick Spike out of her class, and get him into a higher grade, she found none. He didn’t attend a full year of any kind of education system. Sighing and checking the clock, only 3 minutes had passed, and one other student had entered slyly. “Hello. What's you name?” She asked the changeling who positioned herself in the back.

“Oh, um, me?” She pointed a hole filled hoof at her chest, before getting a nod of correction, “i’m Berrie. I was told this class was the grade i’m supposed to be in.”

Looking over her papers for a changeling named Berry, she didn’t find one, only a changeling named Berrie, “well i think you’re on my list. Welcome to class!” Yet again another student walked in, purplish mane and orange fur, accompanied by Rainbow Dash.

“Okay Scootaloo, i know you want to be like me, but you need school. It will help. I promise.” Placing the filly next to Spike, she left a paper on Cheerilee's desk and flew out a closed window.

Regretting some ponies in the classroom, she marked off Scootaloo, and checked the paper. A carelessly written note by a white bunny, for Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo is unable to fly, please don’t make her try. Sincerely, Rainbow Dash, and Angel the Bunny “Well then. This years class is interesting, so far.”

For the rest of the time before class was scheduled to being, 8 more students entered, 1 more than her dest could seat. “Welcome to school. Today we are going to get into groups of four and a group of three, and draw a picture of what's on your mind.” Unshockingly, the changeling, the dragon, and the flightless filly were left unpaired. Every other pony had picked their close friends from pre-k, and sat with them. “Berrie, Spike, And Scootaloo. you're in a group.”

“Not like we had a choice,” she mutter other things under her breath but nopony could hear them clearly. “Okay, who’s Barry?” Spike pointing a claw to the back, got dragged near, while still in his desk, and Berrie was forcibly moved from the back to the front, by the orange filly. “So what do we draw?” Slamming her hoof against the table, disturbing the quiet chats of the others.

“I don’t know, maybe a flower?” Spike suggested, only to put the filly into a shameful gesture.

next to answer the call was Berrie, “why not a cat?”

Scootaloo slammed her hoof on the desk in anger, “why on earth would we draw a cat!?” Before she knew it, another question came to mind, “how old are you even!?”

Brave enough to reply, she gave Scootaloo the truth, “well, i like cats. And i’m 12. How old are you?” She pointed at Scootaloo , and then Spike, “how about you?”

Scootaloo hit her hoof against her face in disgust, “i’m 12 and i don’t like cats.”

Spike took his turn to speak his age, “i’m 13. And a cat would be interesting.”

Overjoyed that someone agreed with her for once, she clapped her hooves in joy, “lets draw a cat!”

Scootaloo, angered on not getting to have a suggestion, went along with their drawing idea, “if we draw a cat, can it be rainbow colored? Or 20% cooler?” They both nodded and began drawing their deformed cat. Enjoying every bit of its inhuman structure, and misproportioned body parts.

“It looks like it was run over,” Spike added as Scootaloo drew the rainbow inside most of the lines, “poor cat. Hit by a rainbow.”

Every one in their group broke out i laugher at the cat, enjoying their work. “Okay class, now were going to present what you drew to the class.” Trying to pick up a stick out of the selection jar to see who went first, she failed to grab any. “One moment.” Angered at the can of sticks, she knocked it onto the floor and kicked them around. Viewing the closest one she thought would be fit, it read the name of her favorite and only changeling student. “Berrie’s group is up first.”

Jumping out her seat and storming to the front, she called back to the assistants she worked with, ”lets go!!!”

Shrugging Spike headed to the front as well. Berrie remained in the seat, urged to go to the front. “Just do it without me.” She smiled playfully and snuggled into her seat.

“Well we drew a cat,” unveiling the rolled up sheet of paper, she gaved into the dead eyes of every pony.

“What is that?!”

“Someone get me a knife! I can’t stand looking at that!”

“Poor cat.”

“I wouldn’t even feed that to a vulture.”

Returning the evil glare most everyone had offered she asked them one question, “and i thought Apple Jack was cruel. Next pony to say something disrespectful about Jason will get a special treat.”

One colt took on her offer, and put the icing on the burnt cake, “if it’s another drawing by you, i’m out.” Scootaloo, angered, and disrespected, overturned the colts desk, and placed a hoof over his neck.

“Better apologize if you value your life, shorty.” Stepping on his throat once again, he struggled to get a word out. “Nothing? You must really hate living!”

Grabbing her from behind, Spike pulled her away, and off the colt, “don't’ Scootaloo. He’s not worth it!” Pulling her back to the front ever pony watched as the dragon tried to subdue the filly.

“Enough! Scootaloo, get out of class! And don’t come back here.” Cheerilee said the final words, before Scootaloo eyed the fallen colt and shot off to the bike post.

Spike grabbed his back and hers, before heading to the door, “sorry Cheerilee, i got to go.” Getting a friendly goodbye, he left for Scootaloo. Around the corner, the filly struggled with untying a knot left bye the others left for her. “Hey Scootaloo, you forgot our stuff.” Throwing her saddle bag to the floor and cutting the knot with his claw.

“Thanks Spike. Well i’m out. I never liked school.” Placing her scooter on the floor and jumping on, she flew away at top speed. “Bye!”

“Spike what are you doing here?” Checking the clock, it had only been 40 minutes. “School shouldn’t have ended for another 4 hours.”

Throwing his bag to the floor and walking to the shelf, he began organizing books, “Well school isn’t what it used to be.” Purposely placing an ‘S’ book before the first ‘A’, he smiled, “guess they just didn’t learn how to act properly.”

“Oh really?” Twilight pointed to the S book he had set a moment ago. Placing the book back in its respective placing, he smiled at his mother, “well, i guess that goes for you to Spike.”

“You know me. Never could sneak anything by anypony,” he smiled widly, and joyously. ‘One day Twilight. I will get that book their’

Author's Note

i love spike. hope you enjoyed, and please leave critasisum