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20% Lesser	By : Eccho Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Scootaloo POV-

“Coach Dash is the coolest person I’ve ever known. She’s so cool and caring and talented. I just love the fact that I’m one of the only people who can say that their coach absolutely shredded on an electric guitar during class. That’s definitely a rarity...heh...Rarity. No wonder, though. She probably got in so much trouble for it. And that’s the best thing about her. She’s such a daredevil. She’ll do whatever she wants if it means entertaining everyone. The world needs more teachers like her. Or just people like her in general. I wish I could take this class for the rest of my life. I love seeing her. I hate the fact that I’m not gonna be able to step in her class next year. She’s made it very clear that 10th grade is the highest she’ll teach because she can’t deal with the disrespect from those who should be adults. Leave it to a bunch of entitled dumbass pricks to ruin the best things for everyone. It’s such a shame, too. The amount of lives she could greatly impact if she were to be a high schooler’s last teacher is so crazy to think about. Whatever. The world just isn’t ready for that much greatness, I guess.”

I close the cover of my diary after bookmarking my next entry, looking out in the distance of my neighborhood. Why can’t any of these houses have her in it? It sucks. Everyone here either doesn’t do anything, are overbearingly happy, or they’re just gigantic assholes. Sure, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle are here, too, but they don’t count. Those nerds are the only reason this place is worth spending a few seconds in.

Just imagine if Coach Dash was living here. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’d fix this place and not make it seem so dull, annoying, or douchey. Why can’t we ever have nice things?

Ugh. Sounds like Trixie’s rummaging in my room again. Honestly, you go missing for an entire day and a half and all of a sudden the whole world gets turned upside down. Kinda sad, really. What’s a girl gotta do to get some alone time around here?

But it’s probably best that I reveal myself. She doesn’t seem like the type to call the cops, but I don’t wanna risk it. She’ll definitely call someone, though. Learned that the hard way. So I tuck my diary under the secret tile before hopping down from the roof onto my balcony, frightening Trixie.

“Jeez, would you stop doing that?” she questions, clutching her chest, “Why can’t you ever stay in one place?”

“It’s in my genes, I guess,” I reply, heading over to my bed and flopping down on it, “Well, now you see I’m fine. Now get out.”

“First of all, I don’t like when you make jokes like that. Your parents work very hard.”

“Mmhm.”

“Secondly, I’m not only here to know that you’re here. I’m your caretaker. Which means I take care of you.”

“I know how to deconstruct words, Trixie. Context clues aren’t that foreign of a concept.”

She palms her face and sighs. Yup. Here’s her final stage before she’ll finally leave. And this time with feeling,

“What happened to you? We used to be so close. You loved having fun with me. You never acted like this. Sneaking out, getting so snarky out of nowhere, bashing your parents, you’re so unapologetically dismissive now. What’s going on, Scootaloo?”

Hm. That’s a different approach. Usually, she’ll go on and on about my behavior and how it’ll get me in trouble. Not like this makes any difference, anyways. She’s still so misguided. I’m not 6 anymore. I’m old enough to know how the real world works. And when that happens, blind allegiance tends to disappear. I don’t make the rules.

“Scootaloo, I’m serious,” she continues, “I’m worried about you. Talk to me.”

“Look, ok? I just got a hold of some new interests. I’m not gonna wanna watch magic tricks forever. I can imagine how much it sucks for you, but hey, that’s just the way it goes. Changes happen. So if we’re done with the typical talk sessions that never go anywhere, can I please just have a moment’s peace?”

She starts to say something else, but stops herself before nodding and saying,

“Ok...Alright. You’re right. You’re your own person with your own thoughts and ideas now...I’ll...I’ll leave you to your business now. Just...promise you’ll at least come down to eat something. I haven’t seen you eat anything all day.”

“Yeah. We done now?”

“...Yeah...Yeah, I’ll go. Goodnight.”

I pick up my phone, both to look for something to watch and to get her to leave quicker, which she does. God, you play a few games with a girl and all of a sudden, you’re her best friend. I guess I can’t blame her too much. Not like she’s got much going on in her life. I’m probably one of the few people she talks to. It’s only natural that she’ll resort to old tricks seeing as the new ones aren’t really working.

But that still doesn’t excuse it, though. Why can’t she be cool like Coach Dash? She wouldn’t expect to baby me all my life. She’d wanna do something fun. She’d wanna get to know me. She’d actually treat me like I’m a mature person. What’s a girl gotta do to get some competence around here?

She did remind me to eat something, though. So she’s not all bad. Gotta remember to later, though. I’m starving. But I don’t wanna risk bumping into another awkward conversation if she’s still down there. Or I could just order something. I’ve still got her card that I keep forgetting to tell her that I have. And she’s still taking care of me by buying my food. Plus, I’ll consider it even for being so invasive. Lessons learned for everyone.

The next day approaches and the start’s nothing noteworthy as usual: zombies on the bus, deafening nothing at breakfast. But it only takes me entering the halls in pursuit of my locker where the actual fascinating material is held with people talking about what really matters: Coach Dash’s performance.

This is what I’m talking about. All it took was a single class period of fun and people are going nuts over it. There’s nothing her awesomeness can’t do. She’s just the best! No one can resist her badassery!

“I just don’t know what the big fuss is about. It wasn’t even that impressive.”

Wow, today’s just the worst day to have ears. I mean, if they’re just gonna malfunction like this, what’s the point of them? I open my locker and place my things inside, hearing the conversation continue with,

“You’re crazy. You heard the same thing we did. Don’t be jealous of her because you can’t shred like that.”

“Yeah, I’ll let you keep living in that fantasy. Seriously, it was just a few basic chord switches and theatrics. If you peons are that easily impressed, it’s a wonder how you all made it this far.”

Ok, now I need to know who the hell is slandering my angel. I turn my head to see none other than the fiery orange haired skank: Shimmer. She’s the new girl who just waltzes about, oozing with self importance. She’s the girl who can do anything and do it better than anyone. A gimmick I never got, but her delusions never really caused any concern. Until now.

“Alright, let’s see you attempt a fraction of it,” someone else chimes in, “Bring your guitar and prove you can do it better.”

“Wow, you people really are pathetic,” Shimmer replies, “I’ve got nothing to prove to you. I know very well what I’m capable of. I don’t need validation from people who fawn over the most irresponsible adult I’ve ever had the dishonor of being supervised by.”

And that’s the rest of my patience dried up. I slam my locker shut and turn to the smug cunt as she folds her arms, saying in the most articulate way I can so she understands the severity of her current situation,

“Take it back.”

She eyes me up and down before snickering and patronizingly waving her hands, saying,

“Ooo. Did I strike a nerve? Don’t tell me I’ve awakened the insatiable beast hehehe.”

“Take it back,” I repeat, stepping closer to her,

“Aw, I did, didn’t I? Well, fine. If it means that much to you, I take back what I said about your reckless, under qualified, sorry excuse of a coach who’s no doubt getting that pink slip right as we speak. There. Happy? Is that what you wanted?”

Ok. I tried. God knows I tried. But if my words won’t work, the only other option is action. So I lift my hands to shove her against the wall, but before I can even raise them above my torso, I’m interrupted with the feeling of someone else’s hands overlapping mine and raising them above my head, shaking them in a dumb way. God dammit.

“Hey there, bud,” Apple Bloom says in her stupid clown voice, waving my hands, “Long tahm, no see. What’s goin’ on here?”

For the love of God. Just to make sure this stops as soon as possible, I move my hands on my own, saying,

“Nothing, Sgt. Copferman. I was just stretching my arms.”

“Ok, ahm just making sure. You stay outta trouble now, ya hear?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

And mercifully, I’m free of her confines as the looks of confusion dawn upon the both of us. She’s so fucking lucky I love her so much. And that goes double for the fact that her weirdness makes her cuter. The bell then rings a moment later with everyone scattering to class.

“Was that really necessary?” I question as we walk to our classes,

“That depends: are you finally gonna stop escalatin’ everything?” She questions back in her neutral voice,

“It wasn’t even my fault this time.”

“Uh huh.”

“It wasn’t. She was talking smack about Coach Dash. With everything she does, she deserves basic respect, right?”

“I’m startin’ to think you’ve got a problem.”

“I’m just saying it’s the principle of the matter. Not a lot of teachers do what she does. Bad mouthing someone like her is gonna be met with consequences.”

“Well, that’s all fine n’ dandy, but you do realize your consequences will be a wee bit harsher than hers, right?”

“...She’s still gonna learn something.”

“Alright, I’m not goin’ back and forth with you. Mostly cause you’re hard headed and I don’t have the patience nor the time for it. I’ll leave that headache for Sweetie.”

“Good to know I’m nothing more than your lovechild in this relationship.”

“And we love you with all our hearts, sweetpea. Now, head to class. This is my stop.”

She gives me a peck on my lips before stepping into her personal hell: Algebra 1. Sucker. Meanwhile, I make my way to my personal Nirvana: Health. Hopefully, the higher ups realize how integral she is to us all and they don’t do anything too drastic. They just can’t take her away from us. Away from me. I don’t know what I’d do without her.
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