A School Rebellion

It was the end of class, and Blood Petal was furious. She often was, but this time she wasn't the only one. The whole school was angry. The teachers were the cause, as always. They often hit the children, except for the month before school break. As it was a boarding school, it would allow their wounds to heal before their parents saw them. Those days were treasured. Other days were wished to be forgotten. The teachers would smack them, kick them, trip them and several had been cut with knives kept in the desk draws. If an answer was incorrect, that was the punishment. That was until a few days ago when Blood Petal began plotting.

She spread word around the school, the hurt would stop, if they joined her. She would throw away the rules, and let chaos reign supreme. They could hardly wait. She would bring death to the teachers, and watch as it greeted them with it's cold embrace. The thought made her smile as she walked to the school doors, and nodded to three other students standing near. The doors opened, activated by a button pressed by one of the students, and two timber wolves stepped in.

Petal greeted her pets with a hug, having missed them for a few months. Her father had raised the pair's mother, and Petal was a young filly when they were born. With the help of her father she trained them as guard dogs, with her own special touch. Petal could see they were starving, and was glad to know her pets would be fed soon. She walked them to the cafeteria, and waited for the bell to ring. It did after a short while, and the school sat at various tables. Then a teacher walked in, and up to Petal she went. Before the teacher got so far as a meter away from petal, 5 students jumped in-front of her, and the timber wolves growled at her lowly.

"Just what do you think you're doing?!" cried Ms Shilling in a shrill, threatening tone. Petal stepped forward, her dark pink mane bouncing slightly against her dark grey coat.

She stared at the teacher for a second or two, then spoke. "You beat us every day. treat us like we are worthless, and play with our lives as if we were nothing but a lump of dirt. How long did you think it would be before we took action?" she asked, her voice burning into Ms Shilling's mind. She motioned with her hoof for the students to step back, then spoke one word. "Feast" she whispered, barely audible, yet somehow every-pony in the large room heard it. With that, her wolves dove forward, feasting upon the teacher as their owner had commanded. Over the screams of Ms Shilling, the ponies began to make a tune.

Stomp stomp, Clap. Stomp stomp, clap.
The tune continued until the screams of Ms Shilling died down. When the wolves stepped back, all that was left of her was a brooch. It was silver, and seemed to be a shilling. It was old, that much Petal could tell. She looked at it, completely disgusted, then crushed it with her back hoof. That was when several more teachers stepped into the cafeteria. They were shocked, angry and confused. The fools thought attempting to punish the students would help. The students brandished swords from under the tables, and charged at the teachers, stabbing them until they were an unrecognizable pile of flesh. Petal stood back and admired her handiwork. This never would've happened without her, of course. Half of the students explored the rest of the school, killing any teacher they found. The timber wolves went with them, sniffing out any-pony hiding. They continued this until they found the principal. Principal Bloody Mary. They brought the principal to the cafeteria, where Petal sat on a throne comprised of the bodies of the teacher's. She had something special in mind for the Principal, the one who let the torment continue in this hell hole.