Cheerilee Has Tourettes

Cheerilee Has Tourettes

By NocturneD

Cheerliee let class out for the day. First thing she did, she took a seat behind her desk. The tears were too strong to hold back. Her throat had a lump in it. She couldn't hold it back. She crossed her arms and slammed her head into the desk. She didn't fight it, she cried. She didn't want anypony to see her, she didn't want to talk to anypony. If there was a place where she could go to where this disorder wouldn't hurt her or the ponies she cared for anymore. She would go there, even if it was an endless void.

Another day, another terrible day of losing her composure. Another day of using profanity. Another day of making her students feel uncomfortable. Or atleast made some of them laugh. That was what she didn't understand, such vulgarity could cause some to laugh? Sure it's crude, but these were children they think swearing is funny. They also think farting is funny, adults still think its funny under certain circumstances.

It felt like hours... Still she cried into the hard wood. Tear drops smearing her face. Staining the new lesson plan she had out with her sadness. After she tired herself out from the misery, she looked at the clock to find it was around six. She cursed out loud then gathered courage to go home. That way some of the other ponies won't judge her or try to treat her like an adult special needs pony. She hated that.

One could only imagine what the students are saying about her. She packed whatever she needed to take home but then remembered. She usually starts cooking dinner as soon as she gets home around three thirty. Now it's practically ten after six. Her best chance was either to pick up something along the way or just make a sandwich. She let out a sigh. She locked all the doors and windows then walked over to the grocery store. A small family own super market called Food King. Pretty much everypony who doesn't feel like buying stand foods just come here for simple things like milk, bread, eggs you name it.

"Okay Cheerilee..." She breathed in slowly, "You can do this. If you have to shout race outside or to the bathroom, it's not a big store anyway."

She entered the store slowly. Like a shy pony she kept her head down and grabbed a basket nearby the front door. She got the usual of bread, cereal, vegetables, fruits. She made her way to the frozen dairy isle and figured she was going to have to settle on a frozen dinner meal when she got home. Then she looked at the other ponies that were in the isle with her. Her eyes widened with terror. There at the end of the isle was Sweetie Belle with her parents discussing on what they should buy. She tried to blend in with the other ponies next to her hoping no pony would notice. She looked in the glass door and saw pizza. Then she looks at the price.

"HOLY SHIT THEY GOT FOUR CHEESE PIZZA ON SALE!" Cheerilee shouted.

She halted. Her eyes wandered left then right. It was no surprise that the ponies in the isle would turn around to see her as she flushed in embarrassment.

"Hi miss Cheerilee!" Sweetie Belle waved to her teacher happily.

Cheerilee put on an embarrassed smile and waved slowly back to her student. But sighed in relief that she seemed to be in high spirits. Before she knew it, her mother and father wandered over to her and started chatting up with her.

"Oh hi there miss Cheerilee!" Sweetie Belle's father greeted her, "Lovely night we're having eh?"

Cheerilee nodded, knowing they were going to ask about her quiz the other day.

"We're so glad you're back teaching our little Sweetie Belle and her friends." Sweetie Belle's mother complemented, "It's just that about hearing about your condition we were wondering how serious it was. Then Sweetie Belle gave us an idea of what you had..." She frowned, "Gotta say... we heard about the treatments they were offering but the side affects sound rather... unlike you."

Cheerliee blushed, "It's just I want to able to continue my career teaching. It's been my passion and dream since I was a little filly."

Sweetie Belle's father brought up, "Well. The treatment is up to you miss Cheerliee." He smiled, "But got to say... you coming back, rather gives some ponies some inspiration around here."

Cheerilee was dumb founded, "Come again?"

"It's like the saying... Nothing hits harder than life. The world isn't all sun shine and rainbows. Because life will always be your biggest challenge and it will beat you to your knees if you let it. All we know and heard so far... You're no coward." He continued.

Cheerilee hesitated to ask, "So... you're not mad?"

"Honey, your dealt with the cards your dealt with." Sweetie Belle's mother put a hoof on her Cheerilee's shoulder as encouragement. "If you need anything and I mean anything don't hesitate to ask."

She could of sworn she stopped crying earlier, but the tears came back but not at full force. She was touched that some ponies did care about her for who she is and willing to accept her no matter. Sweetie Belle gave her teacher a hug to show that she still respected her and loved being her student. She loved it, this is what she missed the most. The honor of teaching that also helps an extending hand for friendship and trust.

"So you're not mad at me Sweetie Belle?" Cheerilee asked.

Sweetie Belle smiled, "N...no you're still my favorite."

Cheerilee excused herself to continue shopping, still a bit of light shined in her debate if she should still teach. She bought a few extra things and suddenly she found herself in the beer isle. After what she's been through she wondered if she get a six pack or a twelve pack? Or just buy a twenty four pack and drown the bad feelings away. She ended up buying more than she meant and got in line to check out. For her luck, she got stuck behind the one pony who was old as Equestria probably was. The old pony mare had a billion coupons to use and the register pony was trying to sort through them all.

"Ma'am we don't accept some of these coupons." The register pony apologized.

"But I got them from the news ad outside." The old pony argued.

"Yeah, from the store across the street." The register pony gently commented.

"WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER! YOU DISRESPECTFUL HUSSY?" The old pony shouted.

"Ma'am... please don't say things you'll regret later." The register pony now was annoyed.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU LITTLE JIZZABELLE!" The old pony bitched.

Cheerilee's eye twitched, she look at the other isles who were moving faster than hers. She looked behind herself, two carts behind her with Mr. and Mrs. Cake with their newborn foals Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake. She wanted to strike up a conversation to help pass the time but still the old pony kept getting more persistent and bitchy.

"Ma'am if you're going to pay with a check do you have any I.D.?" The register pony was more annoyed than ever.

"I have no ID DAMN IT!" The old pony shrieked.

"Then we can't process it. You have a credit or debit card?" The register pony asked. "Because these ponies behind you are waiting."

"NO!" The old pony refused to move.

This went on for five more minutes. Cheerilee gritted her teeth, she tried to hold it in, "OH FOR FUCK SAKES WILL YOU JUST PAY FOR YOUR FUCKING GROCERIES AND SHUT UP? YOU OLD FUCKING BITCH!" She cleared her throat, "ITS PONIES LIKE YOU THAT MAKE THE EMPLOYEES OF THIS STORE HATE WORKING HERE! BECAUSE ASS HATS LIKE YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT SO MUCH HARDER NOT ONLY FOR THEM BUT TO EVERY OTHER CUSTOMER! JUST BECAUSE OF A FUCKING COUPON!"

Every pony gasped. The old pony was not happy.

"Oh shit..." Cheerilee thought, sweat beads raced down her face.

Suddenly she heard clopping. Not surprisingly from the employees, but from the other customers. She heard hoots and cheers. The old bitch was humiliated and paid with whatever she had. She blushed in embarrassment but in a way it also felt good. Cheerilee emptied her basket and let the register pony scan her items.

"Thanks for standing up for me." The register pony smiled.

"Er.. uh... Yeah I don't like seeing employees being pushed around by customers just because they have money and time to waste." Cheerliee scratched the back of her head.

"Well I'm honored by the way. You practically stood up for all of us that's why you got all those cheers." She finished scanning the items, "Your total is fifty two bits."

Cheerilee opened her wallet and found herself some bits short, "AH DAMN IT! Only got forty six bits."

The register pony smirked, "Well... I guess we can put some stuff back if you want." She reached for the beer.

"DON'T PUT THE BEER BACK!" Cheerilee shouted. Again embarrassed.

The register pony kept her poker face on, "You know what... since you're cool with us I'll cover the remaining bill." She bagged the groceries and gave them to Cheerilee.

"I... can't..." Cheerilee wanted to do this the honest way.

"Trust me... we're cool." The register pony laughed and waved the teacher through. Cheerilee smiled, thanked her and left the store. Everything turned out fine. Still it was awkward.

"Cheri..." Little Pumpkin Cake tried to say.

"Awww..." Mrs. Cake coed her daugher, "She's trying to say Cheerilee."

"Cheri..." Pound Cake tried to say also.

"You two can do it." Mr. Cake encouraged his kids.

"Cheri... FUCK!" The cake twins squealed.

"Bad babies!" Mrs. Cake tried to hush her babies.

Mr. Cake only sighed in disappointment.

The next day was a Wednesday. School started. The kids sat in their seats. Cheerilee again was fighting urges to shout. Snips raised his hoof.

"Yes Snips?" Cheerilee called on him.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Snips asked.

"TOUGH SHIT TOILET IS BROKEN!" Cheerilee shouted.