Glass Never Breaks in Equal Shards

Walker had been living with Pinkie for almost 2 weeks now. She's been telling her friends about Walker. He's hesitant to meet them. Would they be as nice as Pinkie? Would they  judge him before speaking to him? What about all the cuts he had? Did Pinkie mention those? He always ran questions like these through his mind when Pinkie brought up meeting all of her friends. In fact, Walker tried to be in his room or not visible when Sugarcube corner was open during the week. He'd eat, but not too often. Only sweets gets old after awhile. His appetite is definitely not like Pinkie's.

Walker was writing music in his room. He heard footsteps coming towards the direction of his room. It was Pinkie. He could tell by how the footsteps were quite heavy, and separated. Pinkie always hopped around, so you could always tell if you payed attention to it. Pinkie knocked on the door. "Hey, Walker, I need to tell you something." Pinkie said through the door. "Come in" Walker said after a small sigh.

"It's almost winter wrap-up. Well, kinda close, and school will be starting soon. So, I signed you up for Ponyville Middle." Pinkie's words made Walker's stomach hurt. He was anxious when he heard them. Anything about school made him nervous.He hated school. "WHAT?! I....I hate school..." He said looking down at the floor, over the guitar, still in his hand.  "You hate school?" Pinkie began. "Why? What don't you like about it?" Walker scratched his head, while widening his eyes, and releasing a large breath. He was about to say a mouthful pretty fast. "It sucks, people make fun of me, I get tormented a lot for no reason, most of my scars were BECAUSE of school. It makes no sense to me, I hate having to wake up to have my time wasted, and have teachers tell me I'm stupid, and then ask what's wrong after a couple days when my head is down, or I look depressed. Bullies are everywhere, in any middle school, and I DON'T WANT TO GO!"......He inhaled heavily, and exhaled, catching his breath. Pinkie sat there. She didn't look like she questioned his complaints. "Aw, come on! That's only in the movies! School is fun...." Pinkie brushed it off. Walker's expression was quite a mixture of anger, and the thought that Pinkie COULDN'T have ever been to school before. "Yeah...No, it's real....I'm actually living proof if you didn't hear that part." Walker didn't like to disrespect Pinkie, seeing as she's the closest thing to a parent right now, but he couldn't take her seriously right now.

"It might be different here. This IS more of a peaceful town you know." Pinkie said. Walker agreed with that sentence. But he couldn't shake off the fact that it WAS school...MIDDLE school at that....Hormone valley...

Walker sighed. "okay...I'll give it a try. Not like I'll have a choice or anything." He said. Pinkie rushed out of the room, and instantly came back in with a thin folder. It had some admission papers. Walker filled out what he could. Which was pretty much only Birthday, and name. Everything else was pretty much the parent/guardian's responsibility.

The few papers were signed, and she closed the folder. "Alrighty then, I'll turn these in tomorrow." Pinkie said. Walker wondered if pinkie took HIM seriously anymore. Sure, he was quite a dramatic pony, but lots of people feel differently when it's them, instead of someone else from outside of the experience.

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Pinkie and Walker went to find Walker a jacket that ACTUALLY fit him. but first, Pinkie had to ask Twilight a favor for Walker's benefit.

"Hey Twilight!" Pinkie greeted after the door was half open.

"Hey Pinkie! Is this Walker?" She asked.

"Yep!" Pinkie confirmed with a smiling nod.

"Hello." Walker said stone faced. Walker obviously wasn't the most excited pony.

"Hi, Walker, nice to meet you." Twilight said in a friendly tone.

"Can you do him a favor for me?" Pinkie asked.

"Well, what is it?" Twilight asked.

"Can you use a spell to get rid of all his scars, and cuts?" Pinkie shot back.

"What are they fro-" Twilight was cut off by Pinkie.

"Don't ask." Pinkie said getting slightly serious.

"Well, sure......One second." Twilight's horn started to glow, and she aimed it at Walker. In about a few seconds, Walker's scars were no more. Completely invisible. Gone!

"Whoa! Thanks!" Walker smiled, and thanked Twilight.

"Your welcome!" She replied. "Is that all you guys needed?" She started again.

"Yep. Thanks!" Pinkie replied.

Pinkie and Walker trotted off to the local store, to find a jacket. Walker found a nice black and white one rather quickly. It was on sale for 50% off. They bought it after Walker tried it on. Quite an easy sale. "Thanks Pinkie." Walker said to Pinkie. "No big deal." Pinkie replied.

It was an anxious last few days. Walker got up around 7:30 AM to go to school. He hated school, but he was slightly more hopeful this time. If Pinkie was right, he might make some friends.

"Hello, class! We have a new student, today." The teacher began after getting the class to quiet down. "Introduce yourself, dear." Walker was silent for a short moment. He managed to speak. "Hi, my name's Walker, and-" He was cut off. "Oh, stand up, please, so everyone can see you, darling" The teacher said. "Hi, my name is Walker Strings." He sat back down. "Do you have anything else you'd like to say?" Walker shook his head. "Hobbies, anything?" Walker shook his head again. A student next to him, a young mare, spoke. "Your cutie mark, it's a guitar right?" A few students were chatting about it. Not much excitement there, but whatever. :Uh, yeah. I do play guitar, and sing." Walker wore a nervous smile. He wasn't into talking to the whole class, or being open to strangers for that matter. He was quite the introvert. At least he tried to be.

The first class finally ended. Time to meet the next group of people he won't try  to converse with on most occasions.

Walker soon found himself in the middle of a crowded hallway. He walked rather slow. "Hey! New kid!" Someone called out. A slightly deep, unfriendly voice came closer as the sentence finished. "Oh, great..." Walker thought to himself. He tried to walk as if he didn't hear him. This large stallion blocked Walker's path. "Not on the first day..." Walker thought again. This large stallion was like a slightly taller wall compared to Walker. "So, you got money?" He said. "I'm broke." Walker said sternly. "Well, I guess you'll be paying in blood then." Walker tried to walk away. "Sure...whatever." He pretended this wasn't happening. To try and sound somewhat tougher than he was before. "Well, I'm in your way again, aren't I?" The stallion blocked Walker's path again. "Dude, please, leave me alone." Walker said, attempting ignore this guy. "Fine! I'll just go Fuck your mom then!" He said. That got to Walker more than it would to most people. Walker turned around, and wore a serious, angry face, "My mom is DEAD asshole!" The stallion smiled more. "Oh! Sorry, your dad must of killed her for being a total whore!" He laughed. That was it. You don't make fun of that, EVER! He was enraged. Walker gritted his teeth, and got close to the large stallion while he was laughing, and bucked him right in the face. Perfectly square in the nose. Walker felt it break. It began to bleed. The stallion gripped it in pain, and started to tear up. Walker wasn't finished. He bucked the stallion again, and knocked him to the ground. and stomped on his face, over, and over, and over. Years of sorrow and grief just flowing out of Walker, directed to one unlucky pony. Walker could feel his teeth crack, and his jaw break as he kicked him. Walker's hooves were covered in this stallion's blood. students, and some teachers just watched as Walker destroyed this pony's face.

Eventually, A police officer grabbed Walker, and cuffed his front hooves,meaning he had to  walk on his hind legs, so he couldn't buck anymore. The ambulance took the stallion who was beaten mercilessly, and carried him to the emergency wagon.

Walker was then escorted to his home. Luckily, the police knew where sugarcube corner was. "Ma'am, Is this your son?" He asked Pinkie, as she stepped outside. She had seen Walker from out the window in cuffs, and walking with an officer....This must be a mistake....