Organizing Chaos

Discord, the janitor at Canterlot High School, was finishing up his work for the day. The halls were swept and he just had to finish scrubbing graffiti off the bathroom walls before he would go home. No one puts any effort into vandalism anymore. He thought, scrubbing penises and petty insults away. There was a phone number on the wall with “cAll foR A blowJoB” written on it. An arrow was pointing to this, with “better be Celestia’s #” written at the end. Bring Luna in to; make it a three way, Discord brooded, thinking of past failures. Why did you have to do that?

Work was done and he was on his way to his truck. Not much use this time of year but when snow comes he’ll need to use it to plow the school driveway. September was ending and leaves were about to fall off to their leaf deaths. A girl with the green skirt and long wavy pink hair was putting a caterpillar on a tree branch so it wouldn’t be on the pavement. Who gives a fuck. Let me run the pest over. If it doesn’t die from the elements because it didn’t grow up fast enough a bird or frog’s just gonna eat the damn thing. He gave the girl a friendly wave when she turned his way for the hell of it. She frowned, turned her head down, and half waved at him while turning around and walking away. Awkward brat, he thought, getting in his truck. He stared at the steering wheel for a few minutes before turning the ignition on. Grow up fast enough, why couldn’t you have grown up fast enough?

The only thing that kept him going was his daughter, Screwball. Why’d you have to let your girlfriend name her? If you could even call her that. She was in seventh grade, and Vice Principal Luna was already informing her of slipping grades and spacing out in class. One teacher was sure she was on drugs. Bullshit, she’s not even in high school. Hasn’t this teacher ever seen an avid day dreamer before? Discord knew he had been one. Screwball had barely passed sixth grade and appeared to have no friends. He couldn’t really recall her ever having any, but now it was obvious she was very alienated and the outcast of her grade. And what did you expect? Every time the topic of friendship came up, the discussion ended with Friends will just fuck you over. There was that night in the summer when he yelled, “Your mother’s ‘friend’s’ were really looking out for her when they let her fucking DIE, WEREN’T THEY.” He didn’t remember how the conversation started, but it ended with a teary eyed Screwball screaming “YOU LET HER DIE, ASSWHOLE,” along with any interaction with his daughter for over two days.