Blistering Winds

"Fluttershy, could you please come up to the board and solve this problem?"

Fluttershy perked up, half asleep and half awake at the sound of her teacher. She scanned the class in her state of slumber. Everypony was looking at her, expecting her to do something. Some were smiling at her with a mischievous look. Fluttershy looked at the teacher, who looked at her sternly. She sighed and got out of her seat, not even going to bother to tell the teacher that she was terrible at math and she couldn't figure out any of the problems. During the short but agonizing trip, she heard snickers behind her back as she made her way up to the chalkboard. She took the piece of chalk from the teacher and studied the math problem.

After a brief second of analyzing the chalkboard and looking at the various numbers, she came to the conclusion that she had absolutely no idea how she was going to do the problem. She knew she should have done the homework last night, that vital piece of homework that would probably tell her how to do problems like these, but of course like a fool she decided she would do in the morning. That problem backfired on her clearly, because know she was at the chalkboard and she couldn't figure out the problem to the equation with everypony watching her. Bits of sweat appeared and streaked down Fluttershy's forehead.

"Fluttershy, is there a problem?" the teacher asked.

Fluttershy opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead her little squeak, much to the calm laughter of the classroom. Fluttershy started to feel her temperature rising. Her face went red and thoughts raced in her mind, trying to decipher a code that was seemingly unbreakable.

The Celestia Code doesn't seem so bad looking, all of a sudden, Fluttershy thought.

"Fluttershy, if you don't know the answer, you could have just said so," the teacher said. Fluttershy stared at the teacher.

"I could?" she asked timidly.

The rest of the class laughed like they were in a comedy club. Fluttershy looked across the room, only to see the smiling and almost evil faces pointing and snickering at her like they were watching her getting executed. Fluttershy all of a sudden started to feel much smaller than she was before. She hung her head down, embarrassed yet another time. It's another mental clip for her compilation that she can watch and enjoy in her bedroom as she cries herself to sleep in the dark and cold night.

"Just go back to your seat, and I'll call somepony else up," the teacher said, brushing her to the aisle of chairs. Fluttershy picked up the slack and returned to her seat, not before climbing through the endless sea of legs that poked out from underneath the snickering foals seats. She climbed up to her seat and looked down at her textbook. Scanning through the infinite amount of numbers and word problems, Fluttershy still couldn't see the point in learning all of this math. She didn't plan to be a physicist or an atomic scientist. So why did she have to learn all this stuff?

She threw the thought away and decided it would be better not to get lost in thoughts and pay attention. Maybe she would learn something important. The teacher's voice droned on explaining the importance of the volume of a square or something like that. As the teacher went on, something sticky latched on to Fluttershy's pink hair. She dug the piece out of her hair and studied it, revealing itself to be a wet spitball. She immediately looked beside her seat and looked down two rows.

Of course, it was Dazzle Ruby. Her shiny red hair flowed down marvelously down her shoulders, her yellowish coat blending well with the two colours. She looked down at her paper scratching down some notes with her pencil. Fluttershy stared at her for a few seconds before turning her attention to the chalkboard.

Must not get distracted.

The next object latched into her ear, filling her eardrums with cold and soggy paper. Fluttershy took the paper and threw it to the ground like a small filly throwing her toys across the room. She focused her attention to the chalkboard again, trying to get the most out of her education.

Must, not, get, distracted.

Fluttershy felt a nudge to her shoulder. A filly beside her seat past a note below her seat. Fluttershy picked it out of her hoofs quickly so the teacher wouldn't notice the transaction taking place. She opened up the crumbled piece of paper, intrigue filling Fluttershy. She knew it wasn't going to be good as Ruby usually gives her notes in class almost every day. She swears that she must run out of creativity at some point.

But it seemed like her creativity didn't fail her this time. This time, it was her in a bubble high in the sky, with a needle just about to pop. In truth, Fluttershy had to admire the creative aspect to that, but she couldn't accept something as mean and vile as this. It was just another jab at her just like it was every other day. Fluttershy decided that enough was enough. She raised her hoof into the air. The teacher moved away from her teachings from the chalkboard and noticed the waving hoof in the air.

"Yes, Fluttershy?"

"Ruby is giving me mean notes!" Fluttershy yelled out. Ruby gave the teacher a look of betrayal.

"What? Are you joking? I would never do something like that!"

"Yes, you do! You do this all the time!" Fluttershy said. She was surprised that she was actually getting mad. She almost never gets mad in front of ponies, especially in front of a classroom.

"Ruby, may I please see this note?" the teacher asked with a stern look. Ruby sighed in defeat.

"Yes."

The teacher went over to Fluttershy's desk and looked over the note. She gave it a few moments and slapped it down on Fluttershy's desk.

"Ruby, I am reporting you to the office. This is offensive material, and I certainly do not want it in my classroom." Ruby sputtered and gasped but gave up. She slipped down from her desk and opened the door to the hallway. She gave one final glare at Fluttershy and exited the room.

In a way, Fluttershy felt glad. But if she knew Ruby, she would probably do something worse to her than just little notes.