"So we are here about the Rocker case." Said a reported in front of the school yard teacher. The teacher seemed upset, but managed to bring out a few words."Yes uhh... Rocker was a very troubled kid uhh... he was bullied a lot. He was never as smart as the other kids are either so I guess that was why. But today when he came for class this morning, he looked happy. As happy as he cold ever bee. When I asked him he said"Cause today is a different day." He was right. He played attention all day, and then a stallion came today at lunch. He told the little colt that his little brother didn't survive birth. I offered to send him home today, but he said he had to stay or he will just get dummer. Which I had a hard time believing. That's where the trouble started. It was the end of the day and he was at his locker. Some of the ponies that bully him heard what happened and decided to torture him about it. It didn't make him cry harder though. It only got him made. He got so mad that he took hold of the bully's face, slammed it on the lockers, and repeatly slammed one of them shut on him. When he was finished I had a hard time telling who it was. I checked for a pulse but found none!
The reported gasped at what they had just heard. One of them spoke up,"Has anything been said about the time he will be spending? Where is the foal now?" The mare didn't want to talk right now. She just wanted to be left alone and too cry her eyes out. Instead she continued speaking."He is in police custody right now. He will be spending ten years in detention hall. Ten years! He is only five. That is too hard for somepony his age. Espically if his little brother had just died. I hope life will be easy for him. I have blessings that he will be alright and be good."
The reporters kept on writing stuff down. They wanted something "juicy." Something that would get them popular. The mare noticed their eagerness and scowled them down for they had no sense of life at a time like this."I think it is time for all you to go. If I see any off you here again, I well be pressing charges." The reporters sighed and left. The mare turned back to the school yard she was standing in and went into the school. When the incident took place they where forced to leave immeditally. Not because they where concerned for their saftey , but for they didn't want them to see the horrors that went on in their. She turned a corner and entered a class room with Rocker in it along with a few officers. She walked up to Rocker and looked him in the eye quit sadly. She noticed a few tears sprinkle down his face too.
"I'm sorry. There isn't anything I can do for you. Your parents will be waiting for you at the farm." She said to the little colt staring into nothing but void. She didn't want to tell him where he was really going. That would just make everything worst. Rocker knew what she meant by "farm" . Though he couldn't bring himself too talk. I don't deserve to talk, I deserve to be punished. he thought as he continued staring at the nothingness. He noticed a few tears roll down the teacher's cheek as well. "Is there anything I can get you? Anything at all?" She spoke in mere correction. Rocker just shook his head no. He didn't think he reserved anything. He hoped Celestia would put him down for what he has done. He looked at his teacher and said,"I'm ready to go now."
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Rocker woke up from where he was sleeping and stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to get up for he didn't want to socolize with the other ponies. He thought that they deserved better than he did. He wanted to die for what he did. He continued to lie down and close his eyes until his eternal sleep was interrupted by a mare knocking on his door. He singled her to come in and so she did. The room was small, but that is something he would expect from a place like this. The mare pulled a chair out from a desk on the opposite side of the room and as down next to him. She smiled and said,"Hello there. You must be Rocker... I'm Ms.Sunshine, and I am the wardon." Rocker did nothing but stare her eyes down. He thought wardons where mean at first. Maybe she is only nice too foals?
"What do you want?" He said. She just kept that smile, Rocker didn't get it. " I want to make you a better colt. You did something wrong and if you so much as regret it, I can help you get back up on your hoofs. It doesn't make you a bad pony... it just makes you a stronger stallion. Come with me, I will show you around. After words we will go get break fest. Hope you like oatmeal." It was true. Rocker loved oatmeal. He remember his mom would always cook it for him for break feast. Though he would only eat his moms oatmeal since she used a special recipie. He loved that special recipient and hoped to learn it someday, but as for right now he has a new life. One he must get use too. Rocker got up and went with Ms.Sunshine to have break feast. He was ready to start rehabilitation.
Ten years later
Sitting. That was all he ever did. During day all he would do is sit at his desk, and when lunch came around he would eat there. When he wasn't sitting and moaning all day he would play a game of hoof ball with his friends. He was good at that and it was one of the few things that made him happy. The very first was being locked up. Though as the years past he felt that he needed more "fresh" air. At times he would stare out his window and wonder when this will all be over. He dreamed going out and playing hoof ball for the big league and making friends again. He dreamed of being with his family again and seeing the grave of the little brother that should've been here. He dreamed of life.
Sitting and hoof ball wasn't his only passion though. He grew fond of walking miless around the courtyard. During day they where aloud to walk around the detention center, but only if they didn't try to escape. It would be useless to do that. If a pegasus where to go out side, they would put these strange wing cuffs on their back that inhabited their ability to fly. They where on the other hoof aloud to participate in activities outside the area. He tried to join the local hoofball team but they wouldn't take him because they players refused to work with a "murderer." Rocker hated that word. He wished Celestia would tie that word to a gigantic rock and just roll it down a cliff into firey boiling lava.
Though to be a killer of another pony here, he wasn't the only one. Two others turned into phsycopaths and ended up in an institution. He didn't know them well but at times he would converges with them even though there was nothing to be said. There is never anything to say. All there is is"Let me out of here!" Or "When am I coming out?" Hey would even sometimes converse to why they are in here. Some where caught dealing drugs. Some where caught doing drugs. Some where caught drinking beer. And at times if their girl finally said yes, they would be caught sticking it in the hole.
Rocker continued thinking on until he heard a knock at his door. The door opened and in stepped in Ms.Sunshine the wordan. She gazed at him with a smile and spoke,"Your parents are waiting for you outside the gates. Pack your stuff and when your ready to leave than talk to me so I can escort you out." She left the room and left the door open behind her. Rocker excitedly got up from is chair and immeditally started packing. He wish he could stay but he wants to go home. It has been so long since he has been in his own bed.
Ms.Sunshine as usual with that bright smile of hers escorted him out the gates and too his parents. His dad was a brown stallion with gray hairs, and his mother was a white mare with a blonde mane. Both where smiling. He immeditally ran up to them and gave them a big hug. The only thing the kept Rocker from losing sanity was remembering them. He loved them.
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The day went straight to fun right when they left. They went to an amusement park and stayed there for a whole day. They let Rocker wallk around by himself to have some self time for once . Before he left they gave him a bag of bits for the games. Rides where free with count of wearing a bracelet. He walked up to a basketball stand to where a line was it was only about three ponies now stood four as he entered. Just as he stepped a pony cut in front of him pushing him away."Hey I was in line." Said Rocker to the earth pony. The pony turned around to reveal a mare Rocker seemed to find beautiful. He looked a second time and realized who it was,"Daisy Dust!" She widened her mad expression to a suprised happy look,"Rocker!" She said with ethusiasiam,"I haven't seen you since the police came and backed us off from the school. How has it been?" Rocker smiled at seeing a face of an old friend.
"I've been good. Just got out of rehab today. Plan on making a new life." She just continued smiling which he found adorable but kept it tucked in. "We... we should hang out some time. You know talk to each other, see what has been going on." She nodded at his statement and replied,"Alright well see ya wish you luck on freedom." She waved him goodbye as Rocker left from sight he waved back before disappearing into crowds of ponies. He felt something being near her but couldn't put a good hoof on it.
A loud growl came from his from his stomach. It was time to eat. He walked over to a food stand where they where selling cotton
Candy and carmile apples. He bought a carmile apple and took one bite than devoured it whole. He savoured the taste for he hasn't taste anything that great for years. Most of the time it was just beans and corn bread. Though on birthdays those who where invited to attend the parties where aloud cake.
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221 3rd street avenue. This is where he was going to live. Rocker ran up to the door steps of his new home as his dad unlocked the door,"Come with me." He said. Rocker followed his orders and went with him. They walked up to a door in a narrow hallway and opened it. Rocker gasped at what he saw. His own room. He had bed, and a desk. A few photos where hanging on the wall, most of his family. His dad smiled and gave his son an introduction."Hope you like it. Me and your uncle took months just to work on it. Well, you got your own bathroom so you have alot of privacy when you toake a shower. You will be getting an allowance of three bits a week. If you help with chores it's doubled. You will pretty much be by yourself most of the day since me and your mom both just got jobs to help provide for you. Tomorrow we will have a cook out in the front yard and you can go see the neighbors. Oh and before I forget, I managed to get you into the highschool football team. You start school next week counting the fact that it is spring break." Rocker jumped up at the sound of what his father just said."Your not much of a talker," his father continued,"Well hope you like it here. And welcome to 3rd street..."
