//------------------------------// // Chapter 6: Secrets? // Story: Scoota-who?! // by LunaScribbles //------------------------------// Out of all people, it had to be me... "Um... I-I don't even know where to start with you. I mean, do you even know who you're talkin' to?" "No. We don't." the five pony audience replied to my statement. I smirked and asked again. " D-Do you have any idea, any idea who I am?" "We just said NO!" "Well, basically... I'm kind of a big deal!" "Now wait jus' a darn' tootin' minute ya' dumbass." Applebloom interrupted. "Enough with yer' gosh darn' vidya game references or ah'll really get the cider in!" "Alright! Jeez..." I gestured to Applebloom about how much I DON'T want to do that. I then continued on with my introduction. "My name is Shaun. Was about 21 years old. Human. Lived on Earth. Blue planet with green stuff. Ever heard of it? No? Yeah. Anyways, I have a little sister back home and she was the only thing that kept me going in life. Until the very day I got hit by a fucking truck during work, everything lost meaning to me. Yeah, magic is cool and all, but it the magic ain't gonna make me see my little sister again, why bother." Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were perplexed about the words I just blurted out. Rainbow Dash was just staring with worried eyes while Applejack and Rarity were just exchanging glances at each other; seems like those two were having a lot of trouble believing in what I was saying. Applebloom slowly walked up to me and stared me straight in the eye. "What is it buckaroo, any more cider to pour in my wo-" I was cut off short as Applebloom punched me in the face. "-OW!" I yelped in pain as I stared back at her. "You're lying!" Applebloom started to tear up as she readied another punch. "You're fucking lying!" her Southern accent was gone, and was replaced with, from what I can hear, a more East coast accent. I braced for the next punch, but Applejack held her back. "Applebloom! What's a matter with you?!" "You don't understand!" she yelled. "Earth shouldn't possibly exist! This is a new world! New life for me to live!" "A-applebloom?" Sweetie Belle stuttered as she tried to approach her. "If you're in for an introduction, then let me tell you mine..." In life, there are times you don’t get your fair share of the world’s big apple pie. Some times, that's just the way the world works. What I don't like, however, is when people are stealing slices from each other. The evidence of human strife really fascinates me, and at the same time, horrifies me. My name is Eric Winston. I’m 32 years old. I am a chemistry teacher to a broke-back public school. It's a mundane job, but it pays well. I live in my parent's home, bless their souls. Thanks to them, this land is fully paid and I don't need to worry about paying loans and stuff. All I need to pay are taxes, food, and myself... Yes, I'm single. Probably because I play video games when I'm not studying, making lectures, and organizing student files. Life’s been like this for years now, and I'm happy with what I got. I'm friends with the other faculty members, and I'm glad that a lot of students actually look up to me... And when I mean 'a lot', I actually mean around four or five... I'm the teacher that most students would throw paper airplanes at... "Yeah, I'd like two piece pancakes and orange juice..." I said to the cellphone. "Oh, and don't forget the apple pie... Yes... Thank you." I closed the phone down and put it back into my pocket. I was sitting in the faculty room, organizing my papers early in the morning. I sighed and looked down on some of the papers. Only a few students were failing my class, but I see that they're trying very hard to pass. I'm surprised that, for a private school, the people that most would consider 'ruffians' are surprisingly polite when it comes to the teachers... I inspected my papers again and saw that class 9-D didn't have their papers submitted. I sighed in annoyance towards my forgetfulness. I wrote down a note hoping people could pay the delivery guy once he gets here. I pasted it on my cubicle and got up. “Another day…” I muttered to myself. “Another lecture.” I hummed as I opened the door out the faculty room. The first thing I saw outside the faculty were the familiar line of windows paneled across the long hallway. Nothing out of the ordinary... yet. All the students were starting to gather around the front of the school, all looking worried and shocked. Some were starting to shout and scream. I thought to myself "This couldn't be some student protest, is it?" All were looking up, saying something like "Don't do it!". A shiver went to my spine like an electric shock. From there, I dashed towards the stairs headed to the school roof. I keep whispering to myself "Please tell me I'm not too late." over and over, in efforts that I could calm down a bit. The orange sky of the sunrise filled my world as I saw a young girl, around the age of fourteen, standing on the edge of the fourth floor. I didn't have enough time to think, I needed to get her back safely. She then started to tip over the edge. With every footstep felt like a loud echo in my mind as I ran towards the girl. "God no, God no, God no!" She then started to fall over, but just in time I grabbed her by the elbow. "Oh God, please, God, please!!" the girl shook her head and then looked down. She then looked back at me with eyes of regret. "Mr. Winston! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to involve you in this!" she then started to cry. "Now is not the time for tears, Ms. Olfermire!" I then tried to pull her up, but I wasn't strong enough. I had to use my entire abdomen in order to pull her up and the edge as the fulcrum for my body. It was a success that I had brought her up. She had her hands grabbed on to the concrete edge... but she was unintentionally pulling me down. "Just a few more!" I yelled out as I saw her pull herself up, with my hand still on her wrist. She then pulled herself up and got on to the roof safely... but I wasn't so unfortunate. My abdomen slipped and I started to fall face forward. I heard everyone gasp. People were starting to scream. And within a few seconds... Silence. "Hello? Looks like I'm a bit late..." said a teacher. "Nobody's here! Welp, looks like nobody would mind if I... snoop around!" The teacher enthusiastically snooped around with a bunch of the other teacher's cubicles. She didn't have any ill intention behind it, she just did it for fun. She went to Eric's cubicle and saw a sticky note saying "If you're reading this and I'm not here... please pay for the McDonalds that I ordered. I just needed to head to class 9-D. I seemed to have forgotten the test papers there. Whoever paid, I promise I'll buy you a latte. I swear it!" and a smiley face drawn on the end. "Heh, oh Eric. You're such a cutie." "Oh God, please, God, please!!" "You know, I always kind of had a crush on you... Yeah, being single for more than 20 years can do that to you. Being 34 years old. Yeah." "Mr. Winston! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Maybe I should confess... today? Nah... Maybe tomorrow. I'll have a next chance tomorrow, right?" "Just a few more!" She then heard a knock at the door. She went up to it and opened the door to see a man in McDonald's employee uniform. "Two piece pancakes, and orange juice... Oh! And the apple pie, ma'am." "Aaaaaaagh!" a loud scream caught the attention of both the delivery man and the teacher. They quickly ran towards one of the many windows which had the view of the courtyard. As the figure fell down from the fifth, to the fourth, to the third, that was when Sarah's dreams had shattered. "Eric!" she yelled out as she finally had processed what she was seeing. "Oh my God..." the delivery man muttered under his breath. "Fuck it, the stuff's free ma'am." he left the take out bag and put it beside Sarah. "I don't want to be anywhere near dead people..." he quickly went out of the school, as Sarah watched in horror as he finally fell to the first floor.