Equestria Girls: The Outside World.

by New Fossil Studios


Everyday Normal Day Of Crystal Prep.

I woke up this morning with the worst headache in the world. Damn medics. Took way too much.

Whelp, nothing complaining gonna do about it now. Plus I’m a half an hour late for work. Damn, Sombra’s not gonna be happy with me.

I sighed and got ready for my day, I got in the car and skipped breakfast, I just got a feeling it’ll make my headache worse.

I arrived at Crystal Prep and was able to find a parking spot in the front of the school. Lucky me, the closer the school, the less time my head has to be exposed to the heat.

I get out the car and into the school only to have my phone ring the moment I step in the school.

I take the phone out my pocket and take a look at the screen to see it was Sombra calling me. I sighed and picked it up.

“Hope, you’re late, is everything okay?” Sombra’s voice came through, a little more concerned than usual.

“It’s fine, I just had to take some medications last night and woke up with a headache, but everything’s fine, no need to worry about me.” I explained.

“Okay, if you’re not feeling like you can do it today, then you can leave.” He replied.

I shook my head, “No, I’m fine.” I assured, taking a look at my clipboard, “So, one of our teachers is absent today, am I right?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“We don’t have much substitute teachers for science today, do we?” I asked.

“No.”

I nodded, “Okay, since it’s the next class after lunch today, I’ll be there and after that, I’ll check on the electrician.” I listed.

“No need, Principal Cinch already checked in with the electrician, so you don’t have to worry about that, but you may want to check on in the cafeteria, the English teacher said that Kiraina forgot his medication today.”

I took a deep and annoyed sigh. Damn’t Kiraina, you could get near perfect grades in every class, including P.E, but you can’t remember to take your medication.

“How bad is it?” I asked.

“She said that he was talking to himself in hushed tones and was jerking every now and then, a little too often as she described it.”


I sighed, “I got my medication, so I’ll give him some, that is if he isn’t too far down.” I replied.

“Okay, see you later.” Then he hangs up, just as I was in front of the cafeteria.

I didn’t even have to open the doors myself as they was swung open and Principal Cinch was thrown out the cafeteria. After a skidding halt, she looks up at me with the same frightened face I’ve seen countless times.

In addition to her looking like she’s seen hell, but she also was covered in bruises and cuts, and she even had some parts of her clothes ripped off, and a boot missing.

“Please, Hope, you have to do something about the-AHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed for her life as she was dragged back into the carnage that was the cafeteria.

I sighed, this is what Crystal Prep is on a daily basis; the children are pushed to the bone with no reward in sight for miles on end and they become restless, and when they are restless, they are more acceptable to aggravation, and when they are more acceptable to aggravation, they will lash out in whatever way makes them comfortable, and sometimes, that comfort can only be found in releasing all that held up frustration and anger onto others.

The real problem is that the school staff was not ready for these kind of outburst, the school staff have no real way to stop these outburst, even the gym teacher, who trains them in combat, are eventually overwhelmed by the students sheer numbers.

It’s as if I was watching wolves tearing at each other to get the last piece of rabbit meat.

I sighed again, took out a whistle in my pocket, and blew extremely hard. And this seemed to stop the fighting immediately and everyone stood away from a battered Principal Cinch who had blood spilling out her mouth and nose and a few teeth was on the floor.

The students were all beaten, but they showed no sign of even caring or registering the pain.

I sighed again before speaking, “What happened?” I asked.

One of the kids, one of the most honest of the kids, raised his hand.

“Yes Jack Sain.” I allowed permission to speak.

“It all started when Knight chose to mess with Kiraina, and since he didn’t take his medication today, he lashed out and Knight reacted violently and the rest was history.” Jack explained.

I shook my head and clapped, “Knight Faust and Kiraina Kanpeki, come here now.” I demanded.

The two children in question stepped out of the crowd, and from Jack’s explanation, these two really were in the middle of the conflict, because outside of Principal Cinch, they had the most damage done.

They both had very ashamed expressions on their face and bowed in apology, “We’re very sorry Mrs. Hope.” They apologized in unison.

I sighed, “C’mon you guys, let’s go to the nurse’s office so I can check on you…” I started, and all the students, except for the two trouble makers, lined up, “You two pick up Principal Cinch, I’ll take care of her after I’m done with you.” I ordered.

The two kids pick up the battered Principal and I led the children to my office where I checked them out, and they all were fine, aside from the occasional bruise and hickie, but nothing too major.

After checking all the students, I moved on to Principal Cinch, who obviously had the worst of the worst punishment. It seemed not only did the students give her a few bruises and cuts and made her lose some teeth, they also managed to break her arm and give her a black eye. Damn, these kids are merciless.

After checking out Principal Cinch, I made sure that Kiraina and Knight stayed with me.

They sat down and waited for me to scold them, “Knight, why did you mess with Kiraina?” I asked.

Knight shrugs, “I don’t know, I was fine and minded my own business, but something clicked in me and I wanted to fight.” He explained.

I shook my head, “You both forgot your medications today, didn’t you?” I questioned.

They both nodded.

I sighed and stood up, walked over to my medicine cabinet, took out two bottles, one for Bipolar Personality Disorder, and the other for Borderline Personality Disorder.

I gave them both a bottle, and gave them a water bottle, “Take these and go to the Science classroom, I’ll be there in a little.” I ordered.

They nodded, took the medication, and went to the Science classroom, leaving me alone.

I sighed, I’m going to have to talk to Sombra about the students.

The rest of the school day went as per usual, and by per usual, I meant the students were constantly bickering and throwing the occasional punches, though it never erupted into volcanic explosion of a fight that happened in the cafeteria.

After school was finished, me and Sombra were in his office discussing the matter of the students.

“What is it that you wanted Hope?” He asked.

“We need to do something about the students schedule.” I stated bluntly, “We need to stop pushing them so hard, they can’t take it anymore.” I added.

Sombra sighed, “We’ve been over this Hope, I will not reduce the workload.” He stated, “They’ll learn to take it.” He assured.

I immediately jolted out of my seat with rage, “They’ve been taking it as best as they could, compared to this Sombra, breaking Principal Cinch’s arm is tame to what they’ve done together.” I said, “Need I remind you of what happened to the Verko’s mob when they were mad.” I reminded.

He nodded, of course he’d remember. It was the most infamous moment in this school, and probably this year’s France news station, and probably most of the world.

It all started on a field trip to France that took the wrong turn too quickly when Verko decided to raid the restaurant our students was eating at. And they acted as any normal student put under the harshest school regiment in the world; they reacted with violence. And let’s just say that there was a lot of casualties when they acted, though none on the students side, half of Verko’s mob at the time was killed, the other half was sent to the hospital, either being treated for broken body parts or some even on their deathbeds, so more than half of Verko’s mob died.

“That’s not a valid argument, Hope.” Sombra declined my argument.

I slammed my fist on the desk in anger, “The hell do you mean that’s not a valid argument?! They killed half of Verko’s mob in France, and the other half either went to the hospital for major surgery or died!” I shouted, “And don’t forgot that the students were led by Knight and Kiraina, two kids with personality disorders, if they was able to take out Verko’s French mob, then imagine what they could do to us.” I presented more facts.

Sombra again shakes his head, “Verko is nothing more than a mob of gangs that have no formal training, are students are trained in both unarmed and armed combat, Verko’s French mob was nothing more than a test drive.” He denied.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as I lunged across the desk and gripped Sombra’s shirt, “Listen to me Sombra, those kids are dangerous, more dangerous than you think. They can turn the city upside down if they wanted to. You wouldn’t know this because you hardly interact with the students, all you do is sit on your fat lazy ass and obsess over that damn crystal you found 2 years ago….” I paused, “But I have interacted with them, I know what goes through their little minds everyday, and all they want to do is for a smaller workload. And if you won’t give it to them, I’ll take action myself. Don’t you forget what happened to my father because he was a dictative piece of shit.” I seethed and scowled.

It seemed that I was able to break through that skull, even if was a little, “Alright Hope, I’ll see if I what I can do about the students workload.” He gave in.

I sighed and let him go once he saw my side of the argument, “Trust me Sombra, this’ll be for the better.” I assured.

He sighs, “I hope you’re right.” He said before turning around to look out the window.

I nodded and left the office where I was met with Principal Cinch who had a look of terror on her face, “So what’d he say?” She asked.

“He said he’ll try to tune down the workload for the students.” I informed.

She gave a breath of relief and wiped her brow that was building up sweat, “Sweet Jesus, I don’t think I could last another hell like today.” She admits.

I nodded, “You up for some coffee?” I questioned.

She shrugs, “Sure, why not? Got nothing else better to do.” She agrees.

I smiled and we left the school for coffee.