I'd love to quit, but I can't pay the rent.
Through the glowing paned windows, a radiant substance of light was filtered into the cozy looking cottage where Ponyville's teacher resided. The glow of the dawn sun cast a natural type of magic on all of the lazy little town. But though the light was quite gentle, and only meant to coax you slowly out of dreamland, the teacher was up only a couple minutes after its soft shimmer gently tugged her awake. She opened one eye slowly, followed by the other, and like that her mint green eyes reached their first vision of the new day. It was simply glorious. Cheerilee smiled happily, relaxed and refreshed after last nights events. She was, for once, actually looking forward to her work. Maybe I should do my work in the morning more often... she thought as she began the pain-staking process of getting oneself out of their warm, comfy, luxurious bed. Finally she managed to get her heavy head off the soft silk pillow, and she blinked the last specks of lingering sleep out of her eyes. She straightened her back, placed her hooves under her and sat up, letting a yawn escape her muzzle as she took the next step of escaping from her tangling maze of sheets. When she succeeded in this endevour, she attempted to then lower herself out of her bed. She groaned a little as she positioned herself sideways and felt herself slipping from the matress, her hindlegs touching the dusty wood paneled floor, followed by her forelegs. The click of her hooves landing softly up and down rang in a lovely tune through the house. She made her way across the floor of her bedchamber and walked confidently down the stairs that she usually at least tripped up on, hence the lack of a hoofrail (which really should have been there.) Once she touched the last creaky footstep to the first floor, she strode back to her antique desk, lowering herself once again into the rocking chair and starting to slowly tilt back and forth. She smiled as she saw the rest of the papers laying in front of her, exactly as they had been the previous attempt. She took the first and began to read.
My pet Crystal
By Diamond Tiara
Crystal is my poodle. Shes really pretty, much prettier then all the other pets the rest of the classroom is writing about. Shes gorgeous, simply stunning. Daddy says shes just like me. Everypony loves her, shes pink and fluffy and she has a cute little tiara that matches mine. We will win every single pet show that ever comes to Ponyville because shes the very best pet and no pet is better then her.
Cheerilee raised a skeptical eyebrow. That last sentence may have just been competitive, but it sounded like a threat. Gorgeous, stunning? That wasn't exactly the goal of writing a report that was supposed to tell about your pet and say why you loved him or her. Just for her looks? That sounded a tad snobbish. Plus, her writing skills weren't exactly tip top shape. Miss Cheerilee only sighed as she gave Diamond Tiara the same mark as everyone before her- a B-. She then smiled peacefully and moved along, hoping to be able to give someone a different mark.
My pet Goldy
By Silver Spoon
Goldy is an awesome little hamster. Shes golden, hence her name, and she is also very fluffy. Sometimes, after a day of going along when Diamond Tiara bullies other fillies and colts she lets me hug her and tell her about my problems. Like my annorexia and my low self esteem. And then I brush her and I feed her and we laugh because shes my only real friend. But that's OK because shes a great friend. And shes the second best in Ponyville! Next to Crystal of course... P.S. don't let Diamond Tiara see this or she'd be mad! :(
Cheerilees ears rocketed flat against her head. What the hell was she even looking at? Bullied by Diamond Tiara? Annorexia? She had to notify this poor fillies parents! She looked around, weighing the worth of ratting on the filly. Well, if she told Silver's parents, then they would get mad at Filthy rich who would make sure the blame ended up where? The teacher who 'saw a problem and didn't try to correct it until too late.' Cheerilee shuddered and decided that she would have to let this one go. She gave it the exact same mark, beginning to feel like she wouldn't need any other.
My pet Pepper
By Twist
Pepper is a skunk that I found in my backyard. She smelled really weird, kinda gross, so I took her inside for a bath. My mom screamed at me and told me to put her down, but I couldn't do it. So I hid her in the garage. There were claw marks all over the walls and it smelled really icky, but I still gave her some food even though she bit me a lot. And my mom took me to the doctor and he said I had something call ratskis or rabis or something, but I still keep Pepper in the garage and my mom doesn't know but hey its her fault for not letting me get a cat.
Cheerilee was speechless. For a second, her brain wouldn't even work properly. Wild skunks and rabies? That was it. She once again removed herself from the chair, letting her hooves drop to the ground as she walked away from the desk. She grew farther and farther away from the oddities of her job as she entered the kitchen, feeling the notable change of wood to polished tile as she entered the door, heading straight for one goal and one goal only. She needed about five cups of coffee right now, and nothing- not even her job of teaching a class full of wackos, misfits, daredevils in training, hoity toity brats and future outlaws would stop her.
Author's Note
Even I don't know anymore...
I hope you liked it!
