A Day In The Life

"BABS! LOOK!"

"You got a cutiemark!"

"Babs! Babs! Babs...!"

*gasp*

"WATCH OU-"

"CELESTIA DAMMIT BABS, IF YOUZE DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED I'LL KICK YOUR ASS INTO NEXT TUESDAY!"

Babs awoke with a start. She had slept in, yet again, and now she was paying the price. Her mother was standing right next to her with an expression of pure rage on her face. Babs' mother was nice looking when she was young, but the years have not been treating her well. She had a short, burgundy mane, and a yellow coat, wrinkles of anger and worry clear in her stern face. Her cutiemark was of a boxing glove, and it was no wonder why.  Babs' mother was a very angry mare. In her prime she was a boxer, the top of the local circuit, but then Babs came along. Babs always knew her mother resented her a bit. Her mother was on her way to the top when she became pregnant, and now she'll never make it. Babs' mother sold oranges now, and that was not what she wanted to do. Babs' mom, who we'll name Blood Orange, was not happy with her daughter.

"Alrights, mom, I'm up!" exclaimed Babs as she jumped out of bed.

"Damn right, you are! Now grab some toast and get your ass to school!" yelled Blood as Babs ran out of the room to get her saddlebag.

Babs took a quick stop in the kitchen to grab some toast before she bolted out the door. 'Shit, late again!'

Babs was standing at the front of class. In front of her, a white and blue pegasus stallion with a name tag that said Mr.Cloud, was looking at her with an annoyed glare. "Late again, huh Babs?" he said in a nearly apathetic tone, obviously being used to such a common occurrence.

"Yeah, sorry teach. Won't happen again, promise!" exclaimed Babs.

"Yeah, sure, sit down." said Mr.Cloud.

As Babs sat down, she couldn't help but look around at the familiar classroom in boredom. Up front was Mr.Cloud, giving a lesson on pegasus stuff that won't really help her in the long run. To her left was, aside from a bunch of fillys and colts, was a globe stuck to a wall, (long story), and a map of Equestria. Finally, to her right, was her friend and fellow Cutie Mark Crusader, Chestnut. Chestnut had a brown coat with a very dark mane, freckles on her face, and a pair of glasses. Was Chestnut nerdy? Sure. Was Chestnut the nicest little thing you'll ever meet? Yes, and that's why she and Babs were friends and Cutie Mark Crusaders.

Babs sat there, pretending to listen, until recess rolled around. When recess did finally come around, she and Chestnut walked out of the classroom together to crusade for their cutiemarks.

"Are you sure this'll work, Babs?"

"Sure I'm sure. Are you?"

"Not really..."

"Well, youze go sit over there, and I'll do it."

"Okay..."

Babs was currently building some sort of contraption out of various knickknacks she had... "borrowed" from around town. The purpose of this contraption, which would allude any normal pony, was to launch food into the air and at a few colts across the playground who were picking on some kid. It was not the most sturdy machine. Or the most safe. Or the most functional. Or, well... it probably wouldn't even do anything. Babs had set it up regardless of whether or not she actually knew anything about what she was building, and then she pulled the trigger.

Having been loaded with various assortments of soft fruit, the ammunition flew through the air and promptly splattered about 5 feet away from their intended target. They had drawn the boys attention, but they had failed to actually hit them.

"Hey, it's that little twerp Chestnut!"

"And Babs to!"

"Let's get 'em!"

Babs and Chestnut had decided that running cutiemarks would be very lovely right about now.

"Alright... I think we lost 'em"

Babs and Chestnut were panting behind the school. They had just managed to outrun the colts from before, and were not happy about having to run across the whole playground. As it turns out, Babs and Chestnut did not get their cutiemarks.

The back of the school was as empty and dismal as one would imagine the back of a Manehatten school to be. The pavement was cracked and worn, with small tufts of grass growing out of some of the larger cracks. There was dirt and trash, with small puddles of water and a pile of old desks just to add to the atmosphere. If ever there were a dreary back-lot, this would be it.

"Okay, so engineering cutiemarks is a no-go. Youze got any ideas, Chestnut?" asked Babs.

"Uh, your mom used to be a boxer, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Maybe you should try getting a fighting cutiemark."

Babs thought it over for a bit. It made sense, her mom being a natural born fighter. If Babs' time in Ponyville had taught her anything, it was that she could be intimidating if she wanted to be. With this in mind, Babs' decided that, if her mom could do it, she could to!

"Alright Chestnut, let's go find us those colts from earlier!"

"Wha-?"

Chestnut didn't finish as she was dragged along by Babs to search for the colts.

"Not so tough now, are ya?"

Babs was currently on the ground in the middle of the schoolyard. Her nose was bleeding and she had a tooth knocked out of her. All things considered, this was better then she could've hoped for. Aside from the fact that she had taken on the colts three to one, they were each just about as injured as she was, and that's gotta count for something! If she had taken one of them on one on one, she probably would've won. Pushing aside the fact that Babs found this completely exhilarating, she was actually enjoying herself. She was good at fighting, and she was having fun doing it.

"BABS! LOOK!"

       "You got a cutiemark!"

   "Babs! Babs! Babs...!"

      *gasp*

        "WATCH OU-"

That was the last thing Babs heard before three hoofs connected with her temple and proceeded to beat the ever living shit out of her.

She bled out on the spot

"CELESTIA DAMMIT BABS, IF YOUZE DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED I'LL KICK YOUR ASS INTO NEXT TUESDAY!"

And the cycle begins anew.