Darkest Day Dreams

Maroon was slowly arising from his desk with his saddle bag. He glanced toward the group of other stallions in which laughed at him during class, and he glanced toward the teachers desk, not really caring about the teacher. When he had fully came in contact with them, a jade stallion laid across the deska nd laughed. ''It's sad that you don't have any friends. But, why would you care about friends? Your a cold-hearted freak, and your cutie mark is the shape of a heart being crushed by a barbed wire!'' The stallion snorted and laughed, and the other following along with their grim chuckles and grunts. Without any hesitance, the crimson stallion lifted his head and spread his wings. He clutched his heavy saddle bag, and he whirled around powerfully, the saddle bag smashing into the jade stallions face. Gasps and quick atonished sounds were heard from the other stallions around the jade colored one. Maroon's eyes were filled with blank hate, and he stomped his hoof qucikly. He heard a pure white stallion quickly speak up. ''Rambler?! You alright, man?'' The stallion galloped over to the stallion, ''Rambler'' and was suddenly shoved away. The jade pony leaped off the desk, his nose scrunched up hatefully. He stepped before Maroon, and shoved him powerfully to the ground. Maroon clenched his teeth as the leg of the stallion quickly swung and beated into his face. Maroon let out a loud yell, and he heard laughing from the group of stallions. ''Psh, worthless...'' Maroon heard a stallion whisper, feeling another painful kick into the upper ribs. The laughing faded, and he heard hoof beats slowly decreasing away from him. ''A...Are they gone..?'' He whispered to himself softly. He could stand up to himself often, but only when he wasn't feeling alone..and weak. His eyes opened to a dark ebon, and nopony was in class anymore. He asumed they were headed off to lunch.

@@Quilava Maroon's lips quivered as the mare spoke his name out loud. He heard some small, faint laughing, and the stallion sat up and leaped off his chair. He held is saddle bag up, and trotted to the table the mare had sat at, sitting down and leaving his hooves down this time. He was anxious to go to lunch after science, he was also starving and wanted to get away from everyone. He just sat there calm and trying to be unnoticed.

Maroon tapped his hoof on the wooden platform, staring at the rest of the class with dejection in his class. He was probably the only who didn't have someone to ''lean on.'' His saddened eyes stared down to his desk, ignoring every word being spoken. He really couldn't stop his aggressive attitude. He was just being himself. He couldn't stop that. Leaning back in his chair, he twitched and watched his hooves silently.

@@Quilava @ Maroon would only let out a small chuckle at the mare. He was doing what she attempted to do, propping his hind hooves up on the desk and tipping his chair, but it was probably her first time attempting to do it. He crossed his propped hooves, throwing a pencil and catching it. All the sudden, he heard a loud slam against the board, and he immediatly frowned and stood still. Maroon heard the teacher calling Poppy up to answer some questions, and he flung his front hooves into the air, shaking them and letting them flop onto his face. ''She wasn't ''disturbing your class.'' The annoyed stallion mocked under his breath loudly, eyes rolling. Teachers would always annoy him. He was just a plain trouble maker, who didn't nessisarly care about his education.

@@Quilava Maroon almost jumped to the soft pony's voice. His ears quickly flattened, and he snuffled with determination. Crossing his propped up hind legs, his tipped his chair and looked at the mare softly. ''Alright.'' He said quietly, pushing back down into his chair. He grabbed his saddle bag, leaped off his chair and trotted over to a chair near Corona, sitting down and swinging the heavy bag over the chair. He did the same as he did at his other desk. Tip his chair, lean back, prop his hind legs on the desk platform, and cross his crimson hooves behind his back with relaxation. He felt a bit better, considering someone had walked up to him after he yelled and threatened some other ponies.

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Maroon's eyes dialated a bit towards Snow Dream and Freezing Point. The hushed stallion turned his head wearily, staring at the side of the class with a determined look. He was the only one sitting with his legs propped up on the desk. And, why was he sitting alone? Suddenly, he noticed he had been to harsh on most of the class previously, and on Flare. Since Star was a friend of Flare, she would of hated him, too. Maroon frowned, his ears lowering down. ''No one to talk to...'' The dejected stallion whispered, tipping his chair back once again and letting out a saddened sigh.

How, fascinating. You are surely gifted, my friend. I can't draw anything that has to do with ponies. I suck at their legs and muzzle. I only draw wolves and cats, maybe dogs. I persoanlly like the chibi Twilight. But, otherwise, keep up the good work, Neverpony!

Maroon hatefully flicked a half a pencil at the lead mare, and turned to face Star Rain and Flare. He made a rumble of determination come up his throat, and he tucked his large crimson wings into his sides. His emotionless eyes glared at Flare, leaning into his face. ''How about, you take a moment, and understand that I am fustrated.'' He whispered, growing more calm as he spoke. He turned toward Star, nodded thoughfully, and turned to trot back to math class, his head embarking soothly as he entered, sat back in his chair again, and tipped it, propping his hind legs up on the wooden platform and crossing his hooves behind his head solemly.

Maroon's dark ebon glance quickly laid on Flare, his face twisted into great fustration. ''Ugh, Seriously?! Why do other ponies ahve to pop up right at this moment?!'' The enraged stallion roared loudly, his wings bending. He turned back to the group of ponies, stepping forward as he clenched his teeth and showed them with threat. He stomped his hoof, staring at them as his face twisted into a blank frown. ''You all seem perfect for dying in a hole. I would be glad to dig each and every one of you a hole to die in.'' The stallion smirked, ears flicking, He waited for their reaction, and also Flame's reaction to his snide protest.

Maroon heard some faint shouting outside of the classroom. He sighed heavily, flipping his pencil out of his hooves and unattaching his saddle bag. He leaped off his chair, passing through the large door that made a exit for the classroom. There, he saw a large group of ponies. He then saw a pony he reconized. Wait...No, that was Star. He clenched his teeth, trotting over quickly. With his large, unusual size, he almost stood taller then most of the other ponies surrounding him and Star. He stood beside the slender mare, spreading his wings protectively. ''Ehm. Do you all need something? Or, are you here to be worthless clumps of garbage?'' He said in a stern, protective voice, is ears starting to flatten. He didn't want this slender mare to be bullied, nor' he wanted to just sit and watch. He was her classmate, and so he would stick up for her, even if it caused a fight.

Maroon sneered, his saddlebag already being held by his side. He cursed quietly, and trotted away to his locker solemly. ''Worthless ''talks'' get me no where.'' He said in a voice full of pure irratation, carefully turning his locker and hearing a small click. He turned it and looked inside, gathering his math books and stuffing them inside his ebony saddle bag. He unattached it from his waist, hung it on one of the hooks atop his locker, and added some more things to his bag like pencils, paper, staples, pens, colored pencils, rulers, and other needed materials. After packing, he attached his saddle bag back to his waist, sheeply shut his locker opening, and carefully trotted down the hallway, the multi-colored tiles making him squint. He entered the classroom, the other stallions in the class that had already sat down and threw papers around laughing at him quietly. Maroon walked over to them, frowning with pure hate. ''Shut your filthy mouths...'' The crimson colored stallion protested quietly, holding a sharpened pencil up to their faces. They only turned, laughed a little more, but Maroon just turned away and headed to his sit, propping his legs upon the platform and tipping his chair as if he was sitting on a bed. He waited for the teacher and the rest of the class to enter class as he mumurmed words of annoyance and irratation.

@@Quilava Maroon's hoof slapped against his face with annoyance as if he was doing a so called ''facehoof''. ''God..'' He muttered, his leg kicking against the bottom of the wooden desk. ''Bull crap.'' He whispered to himself with fustration, leaning backward with his head hanging of the edge of the lift chair he sat apon. ''Why. Is. This. Class. So. Difficult?'' He said aloud with irratation in his voice, moving his hoofs diaganally as he spoke his simple words slowly. He hated history. His favorite class was probably science, but history was one of his least favorites. The teachers attitude often pissed him off, and his restrictions. He leaned back, grabbing his pencil, and throwing it to the floor. Maroon was stubborn at the moment, espically since he now lives alone without family. Some friends, no family.

Maroon was already in class, hooves crossed along the wooden desk platform. His history books and papers were crammed at the bottom of his seat being help by metal bars, which had openings on each side. He usually ignored the things going on in the class, such as agreuments and continuess name callings, but a situation this cruel had been to much for him. He listened to Flare with irratation in his eyes, and he blinked a few times before speaking boldy. ''Flare is right, losers. Get a life besides calling others names. Star knows a bit of history, so what? I bet you know crap about our history or anything of the past. I recommend you all shut up, because last time I checked, you were all are jerks, losers, and worthless chunks of dirt on the streets.'' He said in a irrated voice, leaning back into his chair with annoyance. He looked up at Mr. Grey Mane, snickered, and let himself relax from his fustration. The stallion didn't care if he was in trouble. Sticking up for a friend was alot better then staying quite and sitting alone at the back of the room. Though, that's where he was, and that's where he always was. Nobody had a problem, and if they did, screw them. He didn't ask for their opinion. After leaning back, he leaned under his desk and pulled out a pencil, sitting back up. He calmly placed the pencil at the top of the desk, and let it roll down. Ever time, he caught it. (This was supposed to be before the two other posts. Just pretend, please.)

Heh, that's alright hun'. I'll start out with Grasswhistle being late for the speech and things. (She will be transported by a wagon.)