Anon of Canterlot High

Chapter Seven: Bitch

The bell of your fourth period rang, signaling that it was time to go to lunch. Lunch was most definitely your favorite time of day, it had food after all. It wasn’t anything gourmet, but it was much better than the food in the chow hall that you grew used to. Well, save for the commissary items that you could buy which weren’t half bad. Enough jail thoughts, time to go to lunch.

You left the classroom and made your way down the crowded halls, school sounds filling your ears. You walked passed people in their lockers, talking to friends, some even getting robbed of lunch money. Typical high school shit. Wasn’t your business, so you opted out of being a hero and sticking up for anyone that was being stolen from. You entered the cafeteria and waited in line, as usual. You grew tired of fast food pretty quickly, and the daily variety of school food outweighed the same shit different day type of menu that the places around here had. Looking up at the whiteboard posted up on the wall, you saw that today was grilled cheese and tomato soup. You salivated a bit at the thought of the soup running down your throat with the combined flavors of your sandwich. You were definitely eager to eat. You mindlessly moved forward slowly as you approached the food bar. Your mouth began to water more and more as the smell of food grew stronger.

Finally, it was your turn to get what you needed. You stepped in front of the food bar where an old lady greeted you.

“How are you today young man?” She asked with a smile.

“Good.” You replied, eyeing the tray as it was being set for you. The lady set the cheesy, greasy delicacy on your tray, sliding it down the food bar to another lunch lady. The second lady took a styrofoam cup, filling it up with the tomato soup. Big nut from Anon, folks. The tray was then passed to the final lady, who asked for your lunch money. You pulled out your wallet and gave her a few dollars, telling her to put the change on your account. You stuffed your wallet back into your pocket, reaching out for your tray.

“Excuse me,” said a voice next to you. Right then and there, a girl swiped the grilled cheese from your tray. As she went to turn around, you grabbed her by the wrist, holding her in place.

“Damn right excuse you, the fuck are you doing?” You said, making your irritation clear.

“Um, grabbing lunch. Isn’t it obvious?” She replied in a bitchy tone. You eyed her down, staring into her blue eyes with rage. It didn’t take much to piss you off in general, but stealing your food when you’re hungry really crosses a line.

“Give me my sandwich.” You demanded, holding out your hand.

She brought your grilled cheese to her mouth and took a bite. “Or what?”

Your blood boiled. You saw her fiery hair, resembling the sun with its deep red and yellow streaks. Quickly thinking, you thought that her hair needed a little more red. With your hand still locked around her wrist, you grabbed your hot tomato soup from your lunch tray. By the time the girl realized what you were gonna do, it was too late. You took the cup of soup and threw the steaming liquid in her face, covering her skin, hair, and clothes in a red, hot coat of tomato soup. You let go of her wrist and walked away, tossing the empty soup cup behind you. As you walked out of the cafeteria, the room suddenly erupted in an applause. You kept a straight face and your eyes forward, but you smiled on the inside. For once, you wanted everyone to see what you just did. Well done, Anon. Well done.

Leaving the cafeteria, it wasn’t long before you heard the loudspeakers call your name.

“Anon Mous, please report to the office immediately.” Said Celestia’s voice. You sighed, changing your course from the parking lot to the office. You suppose most good things must always come with a price. You stuffed your hands in the pockets of your jacket and trudged to the warden’s office.

You got to the main office, opening the door and stepping inside. You really wanted to blow through the doors, but you decided that was a bit much.

“Please have a seat and wait to be called in.” Said the Secretary. You ignored her, walking around her desk. “Excuse me, you need to take a seat and wait!” Said the Secretary, raising her voice slightly. You continued to ignore her. Walking passed her, you barged into Principal Celestia’s room without even knocking. Closing the door behind you, you glared at Celestia.

“What do you want?” You asked flatly. Celestia looked up at you, shock in her face.

“Did the secretary tell you to sit and wait?” She asked.

“Yeah, but I didn’t do that. Quite frankly I’m hungry and I’m not in the mood, so please tell me why I’m here.” You leaned forward, planting your hands on her desk. Celestia remained silent for a few moments before eventually clearing her throat.

“I’ve summoned you here because of the incident in the cafeteria a few moments ago.” Said Celestia calmly.

“Yeah, so what? Girl took the food that I paid for, I told her to give it back, she bit into it, so I returned the favor. I don’t really see the problem here.”

“Although she started it, I still don’t see that kind of response to her actions as necessary. That kind of behavior is unacceptable, Anon.”

You sighed. Was she really gonna do this right now?

“Well I don’t see the one who started this mess anywhere in here! Hell, I didn’t even hear a name besides mine called on the loudspeaker! What gives?”

“Anon, please calm down and worry about yourself. This meeting is about your offense, not hers.”

“You know, I could really call you out for targeting me here. I’ve seen at least three kids get robbed of their lunch money in the halls today. I’m sure you haven’t done jack shit about it, because I haven’t heard a single name called on the loudspeaker since then except for mine. So look, either you do your job and quit targeting me just because I’m an ex-con, or this is really gonna escalate. Are we clear?” You were now nearly in Celestia’s face, but you didn’t realize it as for you were blinded by rage.

The office was silent for a few moments, as you could see Celestia was once again in shock. After she thought for a moment, she broke the silence and spoke up.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding, Anon. You may go about your day. However, I do encourage you to make better decisions with how you respond to certain situations.”

“Whatever.” You said as your turned around and left Celestia’s office. You quickly left the main office and returned to the hallways. Checking your phone, you saw that you only had fifteen minutes of lunch left. What a fucking waste of time. You turned towards the front doors and left the school, deciding that fast food was today’s only option. No way in hell you were gonna wait in line again for a meal, no matter how badly you wanted grilled cheese. There was a subway a few blocks away, that’ll have to do for now.

***

Canterlot High’s first football game was tomorrow. Not gonna lie, you were pretty hyped. You had only been playing for a little less than a week, but the sport grew on you quickly. It was also unexpected for you since you only joined the team to mess with Flash and his butt buddies, then just quit shortly after. But now, you wanted to play. You weren’t playing for Canterlot High, no. You were playing for yourself. You didn’t give a shit about this school in the slightest.

Practice was just primarily drill review for the game tomorrow. Nothing over the top, just light work to get the team mentally prepared, as coach was confident that we were more than physically capable of playing the game. You currently stood on one knee in a team huddle, listening to coach give a speech.

“Boys, you’ve impressed me over this last week.” He began, taking his hat off. “I’d like to thank you for giving it your all during practices and putting in the effort to learn the plays like the back of your hand. However, that’s only half of the job. As all of you know, our first real game is tomorrow. This is what you’ve been preparing for. This will be your time to shine. I know every single one of you has what it takes to kick ass out there tomorrow. Now with that being said, bring it in.”

Everyone including you stood up and brought there hands into the middle of the huddle.

“Win on three!” Shouted coach. “One, two, three,”

“WIN!” Shouted the team, you included. You were ready to shit on your opponents tomorrow. You turned towards the locker room, beginning your jog to the showers. Your helmet was off, and the late summer breeze felt like heaven against your sweat-soaked hair. Your eyes burned from the sweat seeping into them during practice, maybe you were in need of a headband or bandana. You wiped your brow with your arm as you reached the doors to the locker room. Opening the door, you got a taste of the refreshing AC from the school interior. You walked inside, making your way to your locker and getting ready for your shower. As you did so, more and more of the team began to enter the locker room.

“Hey Anon,” Flash said from behind you.

“What’s up?” You asked, grabbing your soap and towel.

“Don’t mess this up tomorrow. We’re all counting on you.”

“I don’t think you’re in the position not to tell me to mess up, but alright. I’ll hand their asses to them tomorrow.”

“Good to know. I’m still gonna get you back for taking my position, you hear?”

“You do that.”

You closed your locker and went to the showers, ready to wash the dirt and sweat off of your body. After your shower, it would be time to go to Twilight’s house and finish up the project the two of you had been working on. You quickly washed your body off and dried off, getting dressed afterwards. Throwing on your deodorant and cologne, you left the locker room and began making your way through the halls towards the main doors. Rounding a few corners and walking through some halls, you were finally greeted by the front doors of the school, waiting to be opened.

You practically busted through the front doors, leaving the school. It felt great being able to walk freely for the first time today, it’s a feeling that you can’t express your love for. You walked across the school yard and into the parking lot, making your way to your car. Upon spotting your car, your mood was instantly killed. Two chumps decided it’d be cool to post up on YOUR car, out of every car in this parking lot. That shit didn’t didn’t slide well with you.

You sped up a bit, walking with a purpose now. When you got into speaking range, you called out to them.

“Okay, you two had your fun. Now get the fuck off of my car.” You called out, still walking. The two looked up at you and quit leaning against your car. However, they didn’t dip. You got a better look at the two. They both looked fucking retarded, one being tall and skinny, the other being short and fat. Some duo. You got up to your car, looking the both of them in the eye. “You heard me, scram!” You shoved the two out of the way and opened the car door, tossing your bag into the front seat. You didn’t even get a chance to climb into your car before you heard a familiar flick. Are you fucking serious? You turned around and saw that the fat kid had pulled out a knife, a switchblade to be exact. You sighed in annoyance.

“You got a fuckin’ problem, chunky?” You asked. He growled in anger and took a step forward, but was stopped by string bean.

“We know about that little stunt you pulled with Sunset this morning, and quite frankly we aren’t very fond of your actions.” He said.

“She had it coming, skinny. Now if you think a fat kid with a knife is enough to scare me, you’re mistaken.”

He chuckled. “I’ll give you to the count of three to come out and fight us like a man.”

“I mean, my door isn’t shut. I’m not stopping you.”

“One...”

You grabbed the handle to your center console.

“Two...”

You opened it and smiled. “Hello, sweetheart.” You said with a smile.

“Three. Get him, Snips.”

You grabbed you weapon of choice by the handle and popped out of the car, pointing it right at lumpy’s head. He stopped head in his tracks, putting his hands up in front of him.

“Snails, he’s got a fucking gun dude!” Cried tubby.

Who you were assuming to be Snails laughed.

“Come on, Snips! There’s no way someone would carry a real gun on school grounds. Come on, he’s just bluffing. Don’t let the fake suppressor fool you. Cut him up.”

“Oh, how could I be so dumb!” He said to himself.

“Good question.” You said. “Come on, bub. I don’t have all day.”

He quickly charged at you, so you had to react fast. You cocked your arm back and swung it forward, hitting him straight in the mouth. Blood splattered on your hand and gun as he flew to the ground. He began screaming, holding his hands to his mouth.

You looked up at Snails and shrugged.

“Damn, the bigger they are the harder they fall, huh?”

“Oh, Christ.” He said, pulling out a switchblade of his own. “Now I’m gonna have to make you pay for two things. I didn’t want it to come to this, you know.”

“I’m not paying, sir.” You said.

“And a fake gun? Really? Come on.”

“It’s still capable of pistol whipping, fake or not.”

“Hm, should I throw the knife then?”

“Nah, it’ll hit my car. I wouldn’t like that very much.”

“What’s gonna stop me? Your air soft gun?” He chuckled.

You sighed. Okay, smartass. You rolled your eyes and pulled back the slide, letting one round pop out. Snails’ eyes widened.

“Yeah, my air soft gun.”

“Heh, cmon, you wouldn’t shoot in the school parking lot, would you?”

“Wanna find out?”

Snails smiled. “You see, I’ve got you beat. If you were hard enough to shoot you-“

The look on his face instantly changed, and the knife he clutched in his hand fell to the ground. He went from holding the knife to his shoulder. Falling on the ground, he screamed. Blood began to spill onto the concrete. You walked up to him and crouched down with a smile.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, you know.” You said, mocking him. He was whimpering, tears running down his face. You decided to be a little extra and be a little evil. His mouth was already open from his crying, so you took the barrel of your gun and shoved it into his mouth, making him cough. You pinned his good arm down so he couldn’t remove it. He began making muffled screams.

“Yeah, still hot, ain’t it?” You asked with a smile. After a few seconds, Snails eventually passed out from shock. You pulled the gun out of his mouth and walked over to Snips, who was still on the ground. He crawled backwards to avoid you, but you stomped your boot on his chest, holding him in place. You were sure you broke a few ribs based on the cracks you heard. He cried in pain, but you didn’t care.

“Get up and take your boyfriend home. And if I hear about this, I’ll kill the both of you. Got it?”

“Yes, yes!” He cried in pain.

“Good, now hustle before anyone sees the both of you. I mean it.” You took the boot off of his chest and he got up as quickly as he could, moving over to Snails. He picked him up by the shoulders and dragged him to a car a little further than yours down the parking lot. Opening the passenger door, he lifted him into it. He closed it and moved around the car, and hopped in. And with that, he quickly drove off. Looking around, you didn’t see that anyone was looking at you. Nonetheless, you still wanted to get out of there quickly. You picked up the knife that Snips dropped and the bullet you racked out and threw them into your car. You got back into your ride and put your gun back into the center console. You’ll clean it off later. Starting up your car, you saw the blood that coated your hands. Hopefully Twilight will let you in with little explanation. Cruising around to the blood that was left on the concrete, you did a small burnout to coat the area with rubber. Once you were done, you took off.

As you cruised to Twilight’s house, you thought for a moment. There wouldn’t be enough witness details if someone saw you to identify your identities, and based on the camera screens you saw while in Celestia’s office, they don’t cover the parking lot. You should be golden, assuming that you don’t get snitched on. You could claim it was self defense, but that wouldn’t clear up being underage or having the gun on school grounds. Whatever, they’d be in deep shit if they did. You’re fine. You smiled to yourself as you noticed that the adrenaline began to wear from your body. You turned up the radio and sped up, continuing your drive to Twilight’s house.

It’s good to be back.