The Average Life of Apollo Coronis

I was really in for it this time. Last time I was late to class, I got a belting out from my teacher so loud that the whole school could hear it. But could you blame me for lagging behind? It may not have shown it, but I was extremely disappointed due to the lack of a date for the Hearts and Hooves Dance. Normally I wouldn't care about some crappy dance, but at the time I was feeling left out of most social events. The only other pony who would never get invited to parties or dates was Featherweight and Pip, as far as I was concerned. I would always see happy couples strolling around campus or in parks and restaurants. For once, I wanted to feel the comforting grip of a mare.

I snuck around the hallways of the school, but I stopped when I heard a stallion talking from the other side of the hallway, "All clear in the west wing. How about you?".

If you didn't guess it already, Six Elements High is extremely strict when it comes to students being in class when class is in session. Ask anypony who's a student around here and they'll say they get their education from a prison. Anyhow, I needed to get into class without getting spotted. Luckily I've been around the school enough times to know my way around it. The unfortunate part about know the safe hallways around the school is that there are absolutely no safe hallways. The air vents were the only areas of the school that weren't monitored. If you ask me, the students are right when they say we're in a prison.

Luckily, the vents were just large enough for me to fit into. I climbed on top of the lockers, removed the air vent, and crawled into the shaft. I pictured a map of the school in my mind, as I squeezed into the turning points of the ventilation system. I became lightheaded at one point, but I continued through. After a couple minutes of swatting away cobwebs and spiders, I finally came emerged outside my classroom. The sign on the door read "Class Two (2)", and I realized that I was literally one (1) room away from that bookworm filly I saw earlier. The class next to mine was Class Three (3).

I could hear the loud students inside chattering away, talking about the newest pop idol around no doubt. But the oddest part about that moment was that the students were talking. Surely class had already started by the time I arrived. Opening the door just a crack, I saw students throwing paper airplanes at across the room at each other. With not a teacher in sight, I slowly crept into the room. Even though I came into class late, nopony seemed the care all that much. They all continued to talk amongst themselves, as Featherweight approached me.

He shouted, "Hey!" Before rustling my mane jokingly, "Good news! Turns out I didn't need to make up an excuse for you after all!"

I asked him why, and his answer shocked me, "Well turns out that the teach decided to sleep in too! She'll be here in about five (5) minutes, but in the mean time we get to do whatever we want!

Boy was I lucky. I mean, what are the chances a teacher is later than a student who just snuck past the school's security system undetected? Close to none, if not none at all.

I sat down at my seat, which was between Featherweight's seat and another friend of mine: Pip. Speaking of that colt, I wasn't able to find him.

"Where's Pip?" I asked Featherweight.

He replied, "Oh you're gonna love this! He went over to class three (3) next door to return something to a filly he met in the hallway."

I could already guess who said filly was, "No way... You mean--"

"Yup. It's that bookworm we saw earlier on the way to school." The annoying way he finished my sentence bugged me, but I was more concerned about Pip.

As if somepony called his name, a colt a white coat and a brown mane trotted into the classroom. Featherweight excitedly waved at him, while I calmly saluted to him. The pony slowly trotted over to the desk on my left and greeted me.

"Morning Apollo. Meet any cute ponies on the way to school?" He chuckled.

I immediately turned to Featherweight with an unamused look on my face.

"Hey man... You can't expect me to keep that kinda stuff bottled up dude! It ain't healthy for you." The scrawny pegasus frantically tried to nervously laugh away my angry face.

He obviously failed, but I let him off the hook that time since I was in a relatively good mood at the time. I turned back to Pip, "Yeah I did. Look, we both know that Featherweight told everything. So can you help me?"

With an irritatingly cheerful smile he answered, "Of course! Well I think the first thing you'd like to know is her name. It's quite a charming one at that, it's--"

But life wouldn't be that easy if things went smoothly, as the sound of a door sliding open silenced the classroom. The noisy shouts of the students stopped suddenly, as if somepony had punched a chord on a piano only to release it a few seconds later.

A loud shouting mare came bursting through the doorway, "I'm sorry I'm late!" a purple with a pink mane earth pony yelled. She caught her breath, stopped panting, and then calmly addressed the class again after clearing her throat, "I realize that you all must have had a little party while I was absent, but I'm afraid that's come to an end now."

The students all let out an "Aww..." in harmony.

Cheerilee, the teacher slamming books on her podium, was in an abnormally bad mood if you couldn't already tell. She wasn't always like this mind you, she's usually quite cheerful... Usually. But her anger doesn't last very long, it takes about half an hour for it to subside.

The mare began to write on the chalkboard, "Today we'll be learning about the Elements of Harmony. As most of you know, the six ponies who inherited the Elements of Harmony live in Ponyville today."

Now here's the part where most ponies would start to think I'm crazy. For some odd reason, I decided to crack a joke at a teacher who seemed like she was ready to flip the school off the hill, "Hmph, the must be a bunch of geezers by now if they're still living here."

The entire classroom, including Cheerliee, turned to face me. According to Pip, I should really whisper my side-comments or not say them at all. The students gave me a confused look, while the teacher looked like she really was about to tear a building out of the ground.

With a loud booming voice, Mrs. Cheerilee shouted, "APOLLO CORONIS, TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE! NOW!"