Wallflower Blush was lonely. All throughout her life she had been abused by her parents and ignored at school. Everyday she went to school, she felt as if a bubble separated her from everybody else. She was just what her parents had always told her she was. A worthless nobody.
No one was there to tell her when she did something right. The only time Wallflower got attention was when she did something wrong. The cruel words of her peers made her sink deep into dispair.
Sometimes, when she was in the deepest depths of her loneliness, she called on an imaginary friend. The whispery voice offered little confort though.
When she first entered Canterlot High, everybody seemed to have their clique of friends that they shared common interests. Wallflower did not fit into any of the cliques. She liked gardening, but there was not really a gardening clique. She tried to join in, but the cliques were just so hard to fit into.
The only girl who did not have a clique was Sunset Shimmer, and that was because she was the Biggest Meanie. But now, a couple years later, Sunset was popular and had tons of friends. Wallflower didn’t get it. Sunset had never done anything nice to her. Sunset had always treated Wallflower the same way. Ignoring her. If only there was a way that Wallflower could prove that Sunset was still the Biggest Meanie!
Wallflower walked to the back of the school once class had let out for Garden Club. She sighed. Why did everything she did have to be alone?
She began to dig a whole for a new seed, but her shovel struck something hard. What could it be? She pulled the cool metal object out of the soil. It was a gun and a couple magazines. Wallflower stared at it.
She stood up and held it in front of her. No one was in listening range. She squeezed the handle. Bang! Wallflower jumped as a bullet embedded itself into a tree trunk.
Wallflower liked the gun. It listened to her, and when she told it to shoot, it shot. It gave her a power she had never had before. With this gun, she could kill. Wallflower though about all the people that had always ignored her. This would make them pay attention! Sunset Shimmer would regret her meanness!
Wallflower reentered the building and hid the gun in her locker.
As Wallflower walked home that night, she imagined what she could do with her new gun. The ideas circulated in her head, getting bigger and bloodier with every new thought.
She decided that she would take action during third period after lunch. Lunch was Wallflower’s least favorite part of the school day. She sat alone with no one to talk to. Then, she would pull out a book and read for the rest of her lunch.
Today, however, she was to excited to read or eat. Wallflower just squirmed around on the bench.
As the students walked to class, she took a brief stop at her locker. Click spin click spin click. There the gun lay, like a poisonous, rainforest frog. Dangerous and attention-capturing. Wallflower wrapped her hand around the gun. It felt so good! Eyes darting around like a rabbit’s, she grabbed the gun and slipped it into her pocket. She hid in the restroom until the bell rang.
When she was sure that everyone had gone to class, she struck. She had to find Sunset Shimmer and punish her for everything she had done. This was right because Sunset Shimmer was the Biggest Meanie. And everyone between her and Sunset had to go too. Wallflower was sure that they had done something bad in their lives at least once. They all must pay!
Once she started, she could not stop. Wallflower was cleansing the world of evil, right?
When she heard Principal Celestia’s Code Red announcement, she felt a little triumph in side her. Not just a harmless wallflower, huh!?!
Even when Sunset Shimmer’s head jerked back with a bang, Wallflower did not feel better. She felt even worse. Maybe she needed to kill off the whole school before she was satisfied. So Wallflower did not stop. Even when she felt the first stabs of remorse, it was too late to stop now. Too late to change what she had done.
When Flash Sentry and Twilight Sparkle wasted her last bullets, she did not want revenge anymore. Wallflower felt horrible. She needed more! It was the only thing to make her feel better!
When the police started questioning everybody, she was so ashamed. There was no hope. She told a couple lies. No one would notice her, or think that she could have done anything.
She was Wallflower Blush. Forgettable Wallflower Blush. Worthless Wallflower Blush. A Nothing. A Nobody. She just gave up. Nothing felt good anymore, not even gardening. The weight of her guilt was just too much.
Wallflower was actually happy when she was arrested. Wallflower agreed to all her crimes, fully aware that at the least she would be punished with a life term in jail.
They told her that someone got a photo of her while she was shooting. Wallflower cried, but there was no use in crying over spilt milk. There was no way to fix her mistakes. No way to got back in time. At least she had learned her lesson.
Flash Sentry, Derpy, Snails, Microchips, and Vinyl Scratch had too. They are all teachers now. They teach lessons that we all must learn. It is our job, as students, to learn. Life is school like Canterlot High. From each mistake or trial we take, there is a lesson to learn, and a life theme to teach.