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It's a brand new school day at Twilight's School of Friendship, where the recently arrived Anon Filly sits in the classroom. Sitting next to her, appears to be a changeling filly, something that Anon despised.

"Stupid little barf colored bug. Always hated their reformed appearances." Anon thinks as she grumbles. quietly to herself.

At this moment, Professor Ocellus walks into the room. "Okay class, let's start our day off with a quick little problem. If Somecreature has five cherries, and they need to have double that amount for a recipe, how many cherries do they need total?"

In the front, one of the griffin students raises a claw. "Yes, Gabriel?" Ocellus addresses the student.

"Twelve?" The newly dubbed Gabriel asks.

Ocellus blinks, hiding her emotions exceptionally well, save from the other changeling students in the room. "Okay, would anycreature else like to give an answer?"

The changeling next to Anon raises her hoof. "Oh! Oh! I think I know the answer, Ms. Ocellus!"

Anon proceeds to mock the changeling's voice with high-pitched nothing sounds.

"Quit mocking me, you always do that Anon!" The changeling shouts in frustration.

"Well at least my voice doesn't grate on others' eardrums you bucking bug!" Anon shouts back.

"Anon! Did you just say the B word!?" Ocellus shouts.

"... Bug?" Anon tilts her head to the side a bit.

"No, she's talking about buck. You can't say buck in school you bucking idiot." The changeling filly explains.

"Setae!" Ocellus turns her attention over to the changeling that's next to Anon.

"Why the buck not?" Anon retorts.

"Anon!" Ocellus shouts in a slightly higher pitch than before.

"Hey, you just said buck again!" One of the kirin points out.

"Ashen!" Ocellus stomps.

"Buck." Gabriel says, just wanting to be included again.

"Gabriel!" One of Ocellus' eyes twitch.

"What's the big deal, it doesn't hurt anybody. Buck, buckity buck buck buck." Anon continues to mock.

"How would you like to go see the school counselor!" Ocellus threatens, her composure falling apart.

"How would you like to suck my teats?" Anon snarks, causing the rest of the class to let out a shocked gasp.

"What did you say!?" Ocellus yells, visibly angry now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was..." Anon trails off, pulling a megaphone out from her bag, and turning it on. "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUCK MY TEATS, MS. OCELLUS."

The class sits in silence. The memories of such a traumatic time getting to Ashen Fields, she speaks up, if only to break it. "Holy crap..."

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Detention. Anon got detention. Rightfully so, but that didn't mean she hated it any less. Scootaloo was in charge of detention for the day, and that led to Anon making chicken jokes. Something that both upset, and also disturbed Scootaloo. It got to the point where Anon earned longer and longer detention. Not only did the other students go home already, but Anon ALSO had to fill out more schoolwork, until she'd completed a week's worth of curriculum. And now she's alone, as Scootaloo delivers it to the different classrooms for grading.

As Anon sits in the empty room, she notices a pad of sticky notes on the currently empty desk. Taking it, and a nearby pen, she begins to draw on them out of boredom. Looking down at her rear, she frowns.

"Stupid, useless cutie mark." She grumps, drawing a flaming skull design on the sticky note, and slapping it over her flank. She repeats the process for the other side. Walking over to the window, she squints at her reflection. "This is a cooler mark, even if it's just pen drawn."

The door creaks open as Scootaloo enters the room. "Alright Anon, you can go-" Scootaloo looks around, confused. Then, back to Anon. "Excuse me, where's Anon at? And... who are you? Why are you in here?"

Anon blinks in confusion. "Um... You said I could go, right? I'll just be... leaving, then." The filly walks out of the room, leaving Scootaloo to search around.

"That was weird, guess she really IS a bird brain." Anon snickers on her way out of the school.

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In town, ponies seem to be just as dumb, asking Anon who she is, and looking genuinely confused. "Why the hell did everyone suddenly go stupid? Is there something in the water? Note to self, don't drink the water."

As Anon walks between some of the buildings to avoid the stupid townsfolk, a particularly strong breeze flows through, knocking the sticky notes off of her flanks. Upon exiting that alley, she notices that the ponies have stopped paying attention to her for the most part. And those that do, call her by name.

"... Freaky. How's that even possible?" Anon tries to think back to what had been so different between then and now. "It didn't start until... The classroom!" She looks at her ass again. "Is that what the question mark does? Ohohohohohoho I take it BACK! This is the best mark ever! I wonder what else it can do..."

Author's Note

Yes, this is a shameless ripoff of a South Park joke. No, I'm not sorry.