Mine Hoof grudgingly went through through school, words echoing into her head. She just couldn't wait to get home, school was a waist of time. Sure, she did good in her classes... but the other ponies made it difficult for the day to pass, teasing her, yelling at her, so everyday she was reminded of her regret of telling her so called 'friends' about her adventures, especially telling them about him. If she could take back anything, it would definitely be that.
She sat down in her last period, math. They were learning something really easy, division of fractions with signs or something... like last year but with negative signs. She doodled on a separate sheet of paper, already knowing how to do this, drawing creepers and endermen.
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Finally Mine Hoof got off the bus and ran inside, throwing her saddlebags on the table as she did every day. Today was Friday, meaning she wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow, leaving the whole weekend, thankfully also meaning no homework. Her mother wouldn't be home for awhile, so she trotted into her room.
