Rainbow Dash Becomes a Punk Rock Legend

Some people wish that time would stand still. That everything would just stop, and never continue. Rainbow Dash has figured out a way to do just that. How? It's simple.

Eighth period math class. It was the last class of the day, but take it from her, that clock never moves. Especially on Fridays. It was if the world wanted to make sure she really earned her two days off. She stares more at the numbers on the analog than she does at her own paper. Her grades are a perfect mirror of this.

"Another F again, Miss Dash?" The professor said, holding the paper with the tips of his two fingers, as if it was toxic. Red ink was scribbled all over the impossibly difficult questions, as was most of her tests these days. Dash never looked up at the old, scraggly man, but there was nothing she could do to block out his voice.

"I guess." She said, staring blankly at the circled 43% at the top of the page.

"You'll never make it out of high school if you can't pass math class. You know you have to shape up, Dashie."

Dash internally cringed at the endearing name. As if he was her friend. The last person she would ever want to be friends with would be the man who dedicated his entire life to the world's biggest inconvenience.

"I'll try harder next time." She mumbled.

"That's the thing. You keep saying that, and the grades simply aren't there. You know, I've had people who were doing even worse than you are, but they managed to pull through just fine." The professor said condescendingly.

"Oh, really? And how did they do that?" She asked sarcastically.

"I was able to recommend them to one of our in-school tutors. They hold hour long one on one sessions with students after school. I think you'll really benefit from them. You know what? I'll call your parents right now, you can start today!"

Rainbow Dash's pupils shrunk, and she felt a panic attack coming on.

The day is so close to being over! Why did you have to bring this up right now?! She screamed inside of her head.

The bell rung, and she watched as all of her classmates left the room, and she started mentally begging that by some supernatural force, she could join them.

But nope, she had to sit through another full hour of math.

One.

Full.

Hour.

"The tutor should be in here shortly." The teacher said, leaving the room.

And sadly, this was true. An overly cheery female teacher entered the room, and stared at the only soul left in the classroom.

"You know, I'm not even supposed to be here." She said.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll learn to like it. We'll practice some word problems, help you nail some calculus, just you and me. It'll be a good time!" The tutor said.

That was quite possibly the biggest lie Rainbow Dash ever had the misfortune of having grace her ears. How much more of this could she take? The answer? She had passed that limit long before it had even started.

The torture went on, and on. Numbers assaulted her eyes, and nonsense her ears, and she couldn't take it any more. She was starting to sink her nails into the desk, almost breaking them.

"Alright, I'm going to get a bit of coffee from the break room. When I come back, I expect you to have finished at least three more problems, sound good?" She said.

Dash nodded, and buried her head in her arms. She was only about fifteen minutes in. But suddenly, she had an eureka effect. She looked at the window on the walls. They lead outside. To freedom. Sweet, sweet freedom!

She got up from her desk and stealthily tiptoed her way over to the window. She cracked it open just a bit, and then opened it all the way. She put one leg through the hole, and then the next. She easily slid her head and body out through the frame, and then looked back at the classroom.

To Dash's horror, the teacher walked in, rambling on about forgetting something. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the girl, and Rainbow's face looked like a deer about to be run over by a car. The two of them were frozen in their place.

"Dash... What are you doing?" She asked, nervously.

She didn't even have to think about her reply. She simply bolted away from the window. Running as fast as she could, she left campus, and ran all the way back home.

Rainbow casually made her way over to her house door, and knocked on it. Dash's father opened the door, and looked at her.

"So... How was study class?" He said.

"It was okay, I guess." She replied, nervously.

Thankfully, her dad wasn't the wiser. The dumb bitch hadn't said a word. She let out a sigh of relief, and ran up to her room.

Rainbow Dash was an only child, and her room contrasted the rest of the house. It was as if it was completely separate from it. White walls and hardwood floors were the norm everywhere else, but Dash's room was carpeted, had sky blue walls covered in posters of all her favorite bands, and a twin bed that still had an imprint of her body on it. But without question, the most spectacular part of Dash's room was her sound system. She had worked up 10,000 dollars, and she had the choice of either buying a junker car, or the sound system. For Dash, it was no contest. full surround sound and a subwoofer that nearly shook the whole house at full volume. Best part of it was the fact that she could plug her red electric guitar into the system and use the whole thing as an amplifier. As much as she wanted to pick it up and strum the world away, she could only play on the sound system when her parents were away. So as a substitute, she put her earbuds in and plugged it into her MP3 and cranked it up to full volume. She pushed on the volume up button in vain, trying to make the music louder, but to no avail. Even still, it was loud enough to block out her fathers screaming until he nearly kicked the door down.

"Rainbow Dash!" He yelled, ripping her earbuds out and shutting off the music.

"Hey, what gives?" She whined.

"You ran away from school?! You actually left your tutoring session and ran all the way here?! Stay in your room, and don't even think about coming out of that window either!" The father wrapped the earbuds around the MP3 player and put it in his pocket.

"This is so unfair! I don't even need tutoring! It's not like it'll help!" She complained

"Do not raise your voice at me Miss Dash!" He commanded.

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" She retorted in defiance.

The father took a pair of scissors and opened them, forcing them against the strings of her guitar, without even saying a word.

"No! Please! Dad, anything but that! Okay... I'll stop. Just... Don't touch my guitar. Please!"

The father pulled the scissors away, and then turned to face her. "And don't worry about running to school again. I'm driving you tomorrow." He said.

"It's Saturday tomorrow." She corrected.

"I'm well aware of that. You have a six hour Saturday detention to serve." He said, leaving the room and closing the door.

Dash started to breathe heavily, and then screamed into her pillow, nearly shredding her vocal cords in the process. It went like that all night, not even bothering to come down to eat dinner as she slowly dazed off into an angry slumber.

"You don't have to do this, dad." Rainbow pouted.

"Damn straight I do." He mumbled in response. "You think I want to drive you to school at seven in the morning on a Saturday for your shortcomings? Because I don't. I really, really don't."

The car ride was silent from that point on.

Entering the building, she couldn't bring herself to pick her head up from looking at the floor. Her dad only walked her to the suspension room, but stayed in the doorway.

She nearly vomited as she saw who the teacher was. Her sadistic tutor came back for another round. Wonderful.

"May I speak to you for a moment?" The teacher asked Dash's father.

The two of them left the room through the door. There were no other exits that didn't involve weapons-grade explosives, so as far as Dash was concerned, she was boxed in.

She looked around at her cellmates. A girl with fuchsia hair in the back row, and a black haired girl on the other end, still in the back.

"So... What are you in for?" Fuchsia girl asked.

"Escape attempt. Well, success. I guess." Dash responded.

"Ha. Seriously, though. What did you do?"

"I'm being serious. I had to stay after class for a one hour math tutor session. Left through the window."

"You're kidding." Black hair girl said.

"Nope." Dash replied, finally taking a seat in the middle of the two in the back row.

"What's your name?" Fuchsia girl asked.

"Rainbow Dash. And yours?"

Black hair girl answered this time. "I'm Krystal Waters. She's Flaky Fires."

"Flaky?" Dash joked.

"Can it, Lucky Charms."

The trio sat in silence for a small bit, the teacher had yet to return. "You know what I've been dying to do, lately?" Dash opened. When the two of them didn't answer, she answered anyways. "I haven't been able to play my guitar in over a week because my parents are home so often. It sucks."

Krystal's eyes opened up a small bit. "You play guitar? Huh. I play guitar too. Well, it's sort of a guitar, it's a bass."

"Oh, you two string nerds." Flaky said.

"String nerds? Is that even a thing? What do you play then?" Dash asked.

"She plays drums. And she's more than willing to tell you about it." Krystal answered.

Flaky nodded, and the three sat in a silence for a small while until Dash piped up.

"Hey... I have an idea. Flaky, if you play drums, and Krystal plays bass, and I play guitar... Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Maybe..." Krystal said. "Go on, spit it out."

The next sentence Rainbow said was one that more right than anything she had ever said before.

"Let's start a band."