private Young and Unstable RP

[Pencil J. Doodle 242]

Link to OOC Topic: http://mlpforums.com/topic/34434-young-and-unstable/

It's yet another glorious day in Canterlot, the sun is shinning, the birds are singing, and everyponies' troubles seem to be forced behind them.

One of the many groups enjoying this wonderful atmosphere is the students of Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns; the greatest young minds in all of Equestria. Celestia's golden orb blesses the campus, while the building itself blocks any unwanted breeze. The light shoots through the many stained glass windows, illuminating the classrooms and hallways. It is truly a beautiful sight; the last place where you'd expect to find the most corrupt minds in ponykind...

 

Pencil Doodle, a youthful 14 year old unicorn, trots down the vast halls the school, flinching whenever he has to walk through the light shinning through the windows. He seems tense, even tenser than usual, it's clear that he has somewhere to go where he'd rather not be.

Suddenly, he stops. He sharply turns around to face a large oak door, with a little plaque that reads "134" nailed to it. He nervously reaches out his tea-brown hoof, and knocks on the door 3 times. The pony to answer it is a fairly tall mare, about twice the height of Pencil, with a white coat and a tea-green mane and tail. Her cutie mark appears to be a clipboard with squiggly lines representing words drawn on it. She smiles in a very welcoming expression

 

"Hello, young colt. Welcome to group therapy!"

[Driz 1,552]

Her mane and tail were a mess, dark circles around her eyes and an astounding unfriendly look on her face - an image completely different from the cheerful mare she used to be. Amber Vox slowly trotted inside the building, gazing upon the surprisingly welcoming atmosphere. She took a last look on the letter and put it away in her handbag as she began to follow along one of the many corridors, maintaining her blank expression.

 

So many thoughts roamed through the young mare's mind. Most of the times, these thoughts were questions about what was she doing there. According to her, there were no good reasons at all for her to be sent to such an awful place. Things were normal and pleasant just a few days ago, and a sudden unintentional breakdown was enough to cause a few lights to fade away from her smile. She knew what that place was, and she didn't want to stay there any longer. But she was being forced to. Letting out a quiet sigh, she continued her "walk of shame".

 

Amber was able to notice from a distance a pale-red unicorn standing in front of one of the many doors. Sadly, her despicable mood made her not like him at first glance. Getting closer to it, she sees another pony from inside the room speaking to the young colt outside, and also the number 134 written on the door. Well, how unfortunate - that's exactly the room she was designated to. She wears a much more upset expression and stops at a reasonable distance, listening to the conversation of the two ponies and waiting for something to happen: preferably something that takes her away from that place.

[Mushy Giant Friend 206]

Snowdrop walked around the magnificent corridors of Celestias' School for Young and Gifted Unicorns. She was shaking all over, which made it quite obvious that she was scared or nervous about something. Snowdrop had to go to a group counselling class, because she used to be bullied about her size, which had left her with scars, both physically and mentally. She was only a few inches shorter than the average pony, but she felt like she was the size of a foal.

Once Snowdrop reached the end of the hall and looked at the large oak door that stood before her.

Yep, it's definitely the room. She sighed inwardly, looking at the room numbers 134.

She gave the door 3 short shaky knocks, before being welcomed in by a white pony with a green name. Once she trotted in to the classroom, she saw that there was another pony in there, a young colt around her age, with a brown coat with a two tone red mane. She caught his eye and nodded towards him in greeting, acknowledging his presence. She stands around awkwardly, not sure what to do.

[Flaret 240]

With her ears down she slowly made her way to the building. Yes, it was a beautiful day outside, but it didn't help whatsoever. Her heart had sunk when her mentor told her that she had to go. For as far as she knew, nothing was wrong with her. Sure, she had collapsed a few times, but it was no reason! No reason at all! The brown-coated unicorn noticed how slow her pace was and suddenly started trotting, into the building, through the hallway, only to slow down again when she saw the door of room 134.

 

Therapy class... She moved closer to the door, where other unicorns were walking in. The school was amazing, the teachers and lessons were of the highest quality, but the workload... She could handle the work, just not the stress. The third year had been exceptionally hard so far and her count of collapses was now at three, since last friday. After the first collapse, bags had formed under her eyes, caused by a lack of sleep. The second collapse had made her coat lose her shine and the third... She had nightmares constantly...

 

Flaret sighed and smiled nervously as she finally walked in the door. The sixteen year old mare greeted the tall pony with the mint-green mane and found herself a comfortable spot to sit.

[Cocodrillo 1,566]

Early as always, Melting Ice was sitting in the room 134, patiently waiting for the group therapy to start. Expecting the other group members to come, she was staring at the door with a thrill and excitement in her eyes, with a nervous smile. Despite all the pressure and nerves, she was sitting straight, hoof over hoof, front hooves on her knees. Her swirling mane was neatly brushed. She always tried to look nice and classy at the group therapies, hoping for new friends. It never worked - the neatest mane and greatest posture couldn´t make up her shyness, nervousness and her creepy smile.

 

The therapist was surprised finding Melting Ice, a thin cyan unicorn, sitting straight in the corner of room 134 an hour before the group therapy has been said to be started. The therapist said nothing about it, just greeted her. She knew noone on this therapy is going to be okay at all, so she didn´t mind.

 

As the therapy was about to get started, the students started to fill up the room. Melting Ice observed them, thinking about saying hello, but then she changed her mind and remained silent and smiling politely.

Edited October 3, 2012 by Suntouched Coco

[Driz 1,552]

Pretending not to notice the others around her, Amber watched as more and more ponies entered the classroom. She sighs once again, almost fully accepting her fate. She hated all of that, she felt like she didn't deserve any of it. She was one of the most brilliant ponies Celestia's school in Canterlot ever had and now, all of a sudden, she was locked inside a mental illness treatment facility. She was very close to freak out, but she had to swallow all of her anger. It was because of the latest freak out she was sent to that place after all.

 

After a few more minutes looking around blankly, Amber stared at the white mare with the green mane, and the mare back at her. She took the letter out of her handbag again and showed to the white mare, without saying a word. The mare simply nodded and went back into the classroom, probably expecting Amber to follow her. At this point she could no longer do anything to avoid having to go through such annoyance. She took a peek inside the classroom - not a single pony in there seemed nice in her eyes. Nopony would. She sighed once more, trying hard to paste a fake smile on her face to prevent any kind of questions towards her strained expression. Taking a deep breath, she went inside and took the most far seat there was without making any eye contact.

[Pencil J. Doodle 242]

After waiting a short amount of time for the few ponies to gather themselves over here, the tall white mare put out her first order of business

"Ok, while we wait for the others, how about we all take a seat?"

She sat in her velvet armchair, while her new "students" sat in their respective chairs, all of them arranged in a semi-circle facing the armchair. The students seemed tense and annoyed about having to sit in such a ridiculous looking arrangement, but hey, there's no point in starting a rebellion so early on.

 

The mare chuckled a little bit in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe she was a bit looney herself.

"So, i'm glad that you could all get here ok, let's introduce ourselves shall we?" She said with a smirk

"I'm Psyche, i'm a doctor in psychology and i want you to all enjoy your lives"

 

Pencil cleared his throat, but nervously stared at Psyche for a few seconds, he didn't like having to announce himself to people"

"My name is Pencil Joe Doodle, i am viewed as something worse than what i really am, and i'm here because "mommy" fears for me" He said with false authority

[Opalicious 799]

Magic Dust walked among the magnificent halls of Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. It was only her first year, but frankly, she had expected more unicorns to be roaming the hallways. She almost expected them to be filled with busy unicorns, hurrying to whatever they were to do. Not that she was unhappy that it was uncrowded. At least now she knew where she was headed.

 

She didn't quite understand her magic ability herself. Instead of the aura that came out of most unicorns' horns, a peculiar dust floated out of hers, but that didn't stop her from performing her magic, she was actually quite talented. She realized she was subconsciously staring at the walls, covered with paintings, rows of them, most of the ponies young and smiling, probably to make students happier about their participation of the special school. That wasn't how it was with her. She was scared by the paintings, the eyes of the lifeless unicorns boring into her. She couldn't have been more confused with her feelings when she finally arrived at the towering door.

 

She slowly turned the knob in front of her, hesitant at first, but faster as she went along. When she finally turned the knob as much as she could and opened the crack a few inches, she poked her head in, surveying the room...

[Blackcat 205]

Olive Branch glanced at his school map as he walked slowly and deliberately down the hall. His magic sputtering slightly, barely able to keep the map afloat without the full force of his concentration. Olive was terrible with physical magic, compared to most unicorns he would appear to be a failure, but it was not in force that this young russet colored unicorns special talent lay. His abilities were usually a tad bit more ethereal in nature, affecting the mind or spirit of a pony as opposed to the physical world around him.

 

Olive turned a corner and looked up, surveying the hall he now stood in. Clean, warm, and inviting, much like the rest of the Canterlot school. He took a deep breath and bit his map out of the air, letting his magic taper out as he stuffed the paper back into his saddlebags. Olive didn't know why he was here. He simply received a note informing him to come to group therapy. This fact didn't bother him so much as it confused him. He had just started this year at the school, there had been no time for him to 'mess up'.

 

Olive Shrugged and continued on down the hall, his hoof-falls, barely making a sound as he approached room 134. He stepped quietly up to the door, just behind a filly peeking her nose inside and leaned down next to her

"Have they started yet? I'm afraid I got lost on my way here. lost a bit of time."

Edited October 4, 2012 by Blackcat

[Driz 1,552]

Amber Vox looked around, checking up and down the other ponies in the room. They looked tense. No wonder; they were all there in the same annoying place and she doubted any of them were okay with it. She also noticed two other ponies outside, peeking inside the room. The class was getting fuller and fuller, and the pale-purple unicorn mare was feeling more and more uncomfortable. After the white doctor mare introduced herself as Psyche and finished her small lecture, Amber groaned in displeasure. 'She wants us to all enjoy our lives', what did she mean by that? Not to mention the nuisance it would be to have to introduce herself. Well, she was there already. No running away anymore.

 

Amber listened as the red unicorn colt she had seen before told his name. But Pencil Joe Doodle still wasn't looked by her in friendly eyes. It wasn't him specifically, it was in fact Amber who hated meeting new people in that very occasion and situation. She didn't want to meet anyone, she just wanted to end it all and go home as soon as possible. A few seconds after the first introduction was over, she broke the silence. "My name is Amber Vox. I'm here because I got into a fight that had both sides to end up in the hospital. My parents said it would be better for me to have psychological assistance, but I really don't care." the gloomy unicorn mare spoke in a rather angry tone, lightly tapping her hooves on the ground.

[Cocodrillo 1,566]

Two unicorns already introduced themselves. She got a bad feeling from hearing their voices. She sensed the hate from both, through the anger was obvious just from the voice of Amber Vox. She was getting nervous and even got scared. She always loved ponies and wanted to make friends, and always got just ignorance and few annoyed looks. But now she prayed not to be friends with those hateful ponies.

 

There was still one empty place. Nobody seemed to mind it and the therapy continued.

Psyche, as she introduced herself, was now looking at Melting Ice, expecting her to introduce herself. She didn´t know what to do nor what to say, because there was no real reason why she´s there. No reason she´d like to talk about. She got a little inner fight, then she stood up.

 

"Eh... Good afternoon, everypony. I´m.. My name is Melting Ice. A-and I´m here because of the group therapy, obviously..." she said with a ticks in her mouth corners, and took a seat again, getting into her typical position and getting a small polite smile.

Edited October 5, 2012 by Suntouched Coco

[Flaret 240]

Flaret listened quietly as everyone introduced themselves. No-one seemed to want to be here, except for Melting Ice, maybe. She couldn't make it up from her voice, she only heard that the unicorn was nervous. Who was she to judge her? She was almost shaking herself. Years of bullying had caused her to dislike meeting new ponies, even though the bullying was none existant for her in this school. They left her alone, usuallym though she did have one or two friends.

 

Her thoughts had drifted off, but she snapped back to reality when she noticed Psyche was looking at her, waiting for her to introduce herself. Startled she started to talk, tripping over her own words. "H-hi, my name is Flaret, I'm here for... For..." What was she here for? Was she going to tell everypony about the collapses? No, she didn't want to, but... "...F-for the therapy." Even though she was nervous, her voice sounded kind. A sigh rolled over her lips and she looked up. Ears down but with a faint smile. Maybe if she just kept quiet and made sure she didn't collapse or panic again she could get out soon. Yes, that was what she would do. Everything had to be right.

[Mushy Giant Friend 206]

Snowdrop saw that everypony else was introducing themselves and saying why they were here. She didn't really want to introduce herself to these strangers, and say why she was there. The reason she was here was HER problem, not all of these other unicorns'. Snowdrop sighed inwardly and looked at the ground and started to introduce herself.

"Hello everypony," She started, "My name is Snowdrop nice to meet you all."

She didn't really mean that last part. She didn't think that it was nice to meet all of these weird other ponies at all. She continued with her introduction.

"I'm here in this room for therapy because..."

She had stopped mid sentence and started to twitch uncontrollably. Whenever she relieved the memories, the pain inside and out, of the bullying, the mockery, she had twitching fits, which usually led to her crying hysterically. She was quite sensitive, and the whole bullying hurt to think about, and caused the scars to hurt again. She started to, as per usual, cry. She wished her two sisters were here, or at least one, to provide her a shoulder to cry on. She couldn't continue with her introduction.

[Blackcat 205]

From his position next to Magic Dust, Olive could hear most of the introductions clearly. Though he wasn't certain he wanted to. Each introduction was thick with enough emotion that he might as well have been hit with a sack of bricks. As Snowdrop struggled through her introduction Olive bit his lip lightly.

'The last thing that young filly needs right now is all eyes on her' he thought to himself, dragging his hoof uncomfortably over the ground before turning back to look at Magic Dust

"erm...excuse me but...I think I'm going to make an entrance now if you don't mind" Olive said, shooting her a smile before lifting up both legs on his right side and flinging himself forward through the half opened door, busting it open with a loud clunk as he rolled into the room.

"Hullo! uhm...My name is Olive, Olive Branch" Olive said, letting out a nervous chuckle as he righted his now deshevled form on the floor, tugging himself to a sitting position. After taking a moment to straighten out his mane he made sure to glance towards the sniffling Snowdrop, hoping that his diversion had bought her some time to gather herself

"I...Am...here I guess because of...'Concerns' from my previous school. At least, that's all the notice I got said. It is...a pleasure to meet you all" He said, casting the room a goofy smile, in hopes of appearing nervous about his intentional tumble.

[Driz 1,552]

Amber stared hostilely at each pony as they introduced themselves. She couldn't stand having to listen to those sentimental babbling, specially from the white mare Snowdrop who literally started crying in the middle of the introduction. She sighed in anger. "Is attention what you want, darling? Because this is not the right way to get it." Amber mumbled quietly. She didn't say it expecting the others to hear it, but she didn't care if they did so. What could they do against her anyway. "Or are you just so weak you're unable to hold back your tears?" She added, this time a little louder.

 

Amber had reached her limit. She couldn't take any more of that annoyance. Her life went straight downhill after the incident, and the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with more troubled ponies such as those. She was mad to her maximum, and she didn't care if she was being a jerk. In fact, she wanted to express her anger so she could be left alone like she wanted. Amber continued to tap her hooves on the ground, slowly accelerating the pace of it.

[Pencil J. Doodle 242]

Pencil looked around at all the ponies, in awe by how troubled they seemed. It was strange for him, he always thought he was the only "troubled" pony in Canterlot. It was everyone else who was afraid of him, not the other way around, and without even trying to hide it, his feelings of annoyance drained and where replaced by feelings of fear and outplacement. He scratched his mane with his hoof, braved speaking up to the therapist.

"Miss Psyche, i think we should move the session forward a bit..." He said nervously

"Of course, Mr. Doodle"

Pencil smirked a little. Every adult always addressed him by his surname, and it made him feel important.

 

Psyche lifted up a clipboard, and read the note attached to it. Five short seconds later, she slammed it down onto a nearby desk

"Alright, apparently you're all here because you have severe mental trouble, some more than offers" She said, giving a small glance at her little audience

"For my first lesson, i want you all to talk to each other for a little while, get to know each other, make some friends..." She took a short pause to tap a silver clock she had on her desk

"You have ten minutes..."

 

Pencil hesitated for a second, but eventually got off his seat to look around his fellow patients, hoping that they would do the same

[Cocodrillo 1,566]

Melting Ice was listening carefully, writting data in her mind notes. After Flaret´s short speech, she started to feel better. She started to think everything will be okay and everypony here is actually kind one in heart, forgetting everything she sensed earlier. She told to herself everypony is just nervous, just like her. But then..

 

She saw Snowdrops tears. She got that awful feel she got always in situation like this - she felt like making it up somehow, but she didn´t know what to do and literally, couldn´t do anything about it. On top of this, there was the fact she knew Snowdrop for 5 sec, and she didn´t know her, but her name. That´s the difference. Others didn´t seem to help much to somehow fix the situation, especially Amber Vox, who made it feel even worse. Melting Ice felt she´s getting ticks in her eyes and just prayed she´ll end up with an insane happiness this time.. But her confusion was stopped and her sanity saved by Olive´s shining smile and his whole ..."performance". She was literally amazed that you could see sparkles in her eyes.

In a moment when she started to think "Why did the therapist do nothing about the whole situation", Pencil Doodle asked the question worth the gold.

 

After hearing what´s going on, she got stunned. MAKE FRIENDS?! That was what she always wanted to do, but after failed trials, she was okay with the only friend of hers, because she felt like she couldn´t get a better friend. Anyway, she hoped for new friends to happen on one side, but on the other side, she was afraid. But she got to take this task and be successful! At least.. this one time.

She already knew the other ponies will be either friendly, shy or unpleasant. She knew someone has to start this whole thing before somepony starts to complain, and seeing Pencil Doodle getting up first, she got a better feeling so she just stood up, her back straight, hooves abreast, with her polite smile and best look she could do over her long lashes... Just to make it right that the new-friend-making is going to happen.

Edited October 6, 2012 by Suntouched Coco

[Opalicious 799]

Magic Dust finally dared to enter the room, and she crossed over to an empty seat in the corner. Her mind wandered to the room size, quite small for a gifted unicorn school, and it disappointed her. She had expected something...more, well, grand. Personally, she didn't feel like she had any mental problems, unless you counted her wanting solitude. It was just that she didn't want to share anything about her, and if somepony introduced themselves to her, she wouldn't really care. Maybe that was the problem after all.

 

She stood up, trotting over to the nearest pony, a grayish pink with orange and grapefruit colored mane. "Er, hello. My name is Magic Dust." That was where she stopped. She had no reason to continue, to give any other information. Why should she trust a unicorn in the first conversation, that would be simply foolish beyond reason. Her mind began to shift toward the giant oak door, a strange brown, a shade she had rarely seen, but the door was smaller than she imagined it the first time she thought of it.

[Flaret 240]

Flaret got up slowly as the introductions were over. Make friends... Get to know each other... Right. She looked around, not sure what to do. She didn't just want to step towards somepony, but standing still like this would make her look like a fool. How was nonsense like this going to help her? Friends would only distract her from her studies, make her collapse even more, she couldn't handle that right now. What had she gotten herself into?

 

A few seconds later she was finally brave enough to walk up to another pony. She was slowly heading towards Melting Ice, smiling nervously. She didn't want to talk yet, the room was still quiet, but when the silence began to become awkward she tried to ignore the silence and spoke. "Hello... I... Uhm... How are you doing?" She wished she could hit her head against the wall. Why couldn't she start a proper conversation? It wasn't all that weird, if you thought about it. She hadn't really spoken to anypony in a month, only her teachers and parents had exchanged a few words with her.

[Mushy Giant Friend 206]

Snowdrop watched, slightly surprised at Olive Branchs' weird entrance.

What an funny, strange pony! She thought, and giggled slightly through her tears. He seemed nice enough. The others seem kind of nice too...

She soon took that last thought back as one of the other mares, Amber Vox, started to talk to her, or rather, insult her. Snowdrop shrank back in her chair slightly. She had heard all of what Amber had said, including the part about attention seeking, which Amber had said quieter. Snowdrop looked down at her hooves, not wanting to look up again and risk attracting more nasty comments toward her.

After hearing what the therapist had said about trying to make some new friends, Snowdrop shrunk back a bit more. Make some friends? May as well be try to tame an Ursa Major while glued to the floor! Some of the other ponies were already talking to each other, trying to do what the therapist had told them to do. Snowdrop was unsure who to talk to, or just not attempt it at all! She stayed practically glued to her seat, refusing to move.

[Driz 1,552]

Staring coldly at each of the ponies in the room, Amber noticed how some of them glanced at her with disgust after her harsh comments on Snowdrop's tears. She smirked, satisfied with the results she caused on the other ponies' first impressions of her. She ceased the hoof tapping and shifted in the chair, getting herself more comfortable in her seat. Now that everypony else hated her, Amber could relax a bit knowing that nopony would approach her and try to start a conversation. Or at least she hoped.

 

After the introductions were over, Dr. Psyche announced their first lesson: to make friends with each other. Amber stared with an incredibly displeased at the white doctor mare for a few seconds. After realizing that Psyche was serious about the statement, Amber sighed and hit her head on the desk. Make friends with those ponies? Those ponies with which she had just purposely established such a strong bond of enmity? Things couldn't get worse at that point. She resumed tapping her back hooves on the floor, this time a lot faster and stronger. Amber looked around at some of the ponies as they began to rise up from their seats and talk to each other. She was frightened: she didn't want to speak to any of them at all. Much less after her harsh comments towards the white crying mare.

 

Amber sighed once again as she noticed a pony moving towards her. The mare introduced herself as Magic Dust, but stopped the conversation right there. Amber kept staring at her, trying to figure out how to flee from that awkward situation. After a few seconds, she facehoofed. "Hi..." Amber began, stammering due to the completely unwanted situation she got herself into. "I'm Amber Vox..."

[Cocodrillo 1,566]

Melting Ice looked around, and her first thought was to talk to that amazing pony - Olive Branch. She got all of her bravery and decided to go and say hello, but in that second, she heard a little hoof clops on the floor and then saw a nervous smile shining through the nightsky-blue mane. Somepony actually went first to talk to her! This was the first time this happened... "H-hello.." she said with her polite smile, getting creepy, and hearing the question, she took a deep breath, and while there were already some other voices to be heard, she realized it´s safe to talk. "Just fine, thanks for asking.. well..W-what about you?" she continued. She knew it´s all awkward, but didn´t want herself to screw it this time, so she just continued smiling. She added: "My name´s .. Melting Ice, by the way..nice to mee-" in that moment, she realized she introduced herself just a few minutes ago. But what has been done has been done, so after another seconds of awkward silence, she finally finished: "-t you, miss Flaret". She knew she´s already damned.

Edited October 7, 2012 by Suntouched Coco

[Blackcat 205]

Olive couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at the teachers odd word choice.

"you're all mental, now go make friends!" he mutters under his breath, before hopping up on all four hooves in one quick hop. Well if that was how the teach wanted it, Olive certainly would not fail to oblige her. With a smirk on his face and a spring in his hooves Olive trotted over Psyche, clearing his throat a bit

 

"ahem...so...My names Olive Branch, and yours is...Ms Psyche right? Is that Mrs or Ms? sorry about being late. I'm horrible with directions...didn't help that I kept dropping the map. Sooo, anyways, I was thinking, I might stop by and get some doughnuts after class and, gee I thought to myself, if we're going to be friends, perhaps I should pick you one up too? Have a favorite? Ooooh and what about a casual name? Ms Psyche is far too formal for friends. You can call me Olive if you want, everypony who knows me at all does."

 

Olive finally stops and gives Psyche a big cheesy grin, though his eyes flick over briefly and land on Amber. Despite the show he's putting on for his teacher, humor is not where his head is at. Upon entering the classroom Olive hardly had to use magic at all to see the chaotic auras of the ponies filling the room. Amber's aura in particular seemed to be riddled with extremely fierce chaotic emotions, emotions which Olives brain was already hard at work trying to crack.

Edited October 9, 2012 by Blackcat

[Driz 1,552]

Not very concerned with the conversation that has been pushed onto her, Amber scans the area once again, watching the other ponies as they shamefully stumble on their own words as they try to "make friends" with each other. She chuckled at how their first lesson was going so far: nopony wanted to make friends in that situation. They were all gathered there because they were mentally troubled after all. It wasn't the most comfortable environment to start any kind of relationship. Amber glanced at her partner once more and finally rose up from her seat, stretching her legs and neck, yawning afterwards - that place was boring and the ponies were boring. She thought for a moment to go out the classroom and stroll around the building for a while, but before she could do it, something caught her attention.

 

A brown unicorn stallion had just hopped into the classroom and spoken to Dr. Psyche. You shouldn't even bother, really... She thought. Amber wished she was late herself so she could give an excuse for not attending to the class. But that wasn't the case. Before moving her eyes away from the late pony, he himself glanced at Amber, briefly staring at her. She could have just ignored it and resumed her walk away from the room, but she wouldn't let this opportunity pass without scuffling a little more. "What's the matter, darling? Do I look funny to you?"

[Emerald Heart 24,975]

(Hoping its not to late to join)

Emerald ran into class, late. Her eyes were tear-stained. She locked eyes with the teacher, swinging her book bag in her hoofs. "I-I'm sorry I'm late sir. I had another fight with my mother. " Emerald said, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. She scuffled to an empty seat-with nopony else near her. She  took out a clean sheet of paper and drew on it, after all-who would be friends with her? She was just  an abused child with scars and bruises that nopony cared about. Yet why did she dream of having friends? Emerald sighed, sometimes she couldn't understand herself. She continued to draw, ignoring the teachers gaze. This wr hole friendship thing was a knife to her heart, why did people obsess over something so stupid? Populars only hanging with popular, seemed rude to her. if she had friends, why couldn't she hang with the geeks AND the populars? She sighed again, adjusting her  headband. It was black, and mixed well with her messy pixie-cut styled mane. A single tear welled up in her eye, she always took so slow to leave school. She was afraid of her mother.