The young boy turned his head seeing a young girl with purple hair on a scooter, by the looks of things it seemed to be having a hard time slowing down. After the scooter was inches away from the boy, it stopped but the young girl fell off.
Spike recognised the girl and quickly went to help her up; he extended his hand looking down at his friend. "You okay, Scoots?"
Scootaloo took his hand allowing him to pull her up. "Thanks, Spike," Scootaloo replied sheepishly. She then adjusted her bag's strap, tightening it to her shoulder. Scootaloo then picked up her fallen scooter.
"So, this your first day too?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Thanks again."
"No problem. Maybe just next time don't ride too fast."
After ten minutes of walking, though the young girl was slowly riding her scooter beside him, that they made it to the school. Not even two minutes there and he hears a voice calling his name. "Spike!!"
The boy turned his head a little too late as he was embraced by a familiar young girl with pink and purple curly hair; it was his friend Sweetie Belle. Another girl slowly walked behind her; she had red hair with a bow. "Took ya long enough, Scoots. What kept yer?"
Before Scootaloo could answer the red-haired girl's question; the bell rang, causing Sweetie to let go of Spike. "Come on we're late!"
The small group then walked up into the stairs and entered into the building. There was a lot of students they didn't recognise alongside familiar faces. They made it to their classroom seeing that everybody in their class was inside.
The three girls followed by Spike entered the classroom, only to be greeted with, "You four are late," by the teacher. The group turned towards him; he wore a black suit with two long yellow sleeves covering his arms. He had a white goatee with black messy hair.
"Only by–" Scootaloo was cut off with the teacher raising his finger to silence her.
"Still, you are late. I don't take petty excuses. Notifications will be sent home. Now take a seat," he said in a stern tone.
The group each took their seats; Spike was in middle, Scootaloo on his left, while Sweetie Belle was on his right. "This is going to be an interesting year, hey Apple Bloom?" The young purple-haired girl whispered next to her friend.
"Now, as I was about to say; my name is Mr Discord. My name may strike you as odd but be warned; I do not take kindly to any distractions," Mr Discord said, writing his name on the board. "Now class take out your math books."
After the boring math class, the bell rang signalling, the end of the period. Sweetie took out her schedule; which was given out before the ending of class. "My lockers two fifty-four. What are yours?"
Spike, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom each took out their schedules.
"Mine's two fifty-three," Spike replied.
"Dang... One sixty-seven," Scootaloo replied with a disappointed look.
"One ninety-two," Apple Bloom replied. "But ah got wood tech with Mr Will."
The bell rang again signalling the beginning of the second period. Spike and the girls went their separate ways, each going to the class on their schedule.
Spike was walking through the hall, looking for room number 0 twenty-five. Once he found the room number he opened the door and went inside. Once inside his jaw dropped, as he saw he once again had Mr Discord. But what shocked him the most was the eighth graders.
"Is this the advanced math class?" Spike shuddered. The eighth graders were staring at him.
"Yes, but why are you here? Aren't you meant to be in your next class?" Mr Discord rose from his seat.
"I'm in this class sir," Spike said walking up to the teacher's desk and showing Mr Discord his schedule.
Mr Discord looked shocked, his mouth was open wide. Mr Discord sighed and composed himself. He then reached into the desk draw pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to the boy. Spike took it and went to sit down. Other students were whispering amongst themselves.
The bell went as soon as Spike finished the test; signalling the end of class. The students each left their tests facing down on the table. As Spike was about to leave he was stopped by Mr Discord's voice, "I want to speak with you a moment."
Spike halted before turning to face the teacher; the teacher looked to him with a frown. "This is a serious class, young man. And I'm not going to have a kid such as yourself mulling around, so if you want to stay in this class, you'll need to take my class seriously."
"Yes, Mr Discord."
"You may leave now." Spike then exited the room, leaving Mr Discord to collect each of the tests.
Spike was walking to his locker, watching students pulling out their lunch boxes. Among the crowd, he passed a few people he knew. All he wanted to do was go to his locker, get his lunch and eat.
Once he made it back, he saw Sweetie putting away her books. Spike walked over and put in his locker code and opened his locker. "Hey, Spike. So, how was class?" Sweetie asked, turning her head to the young boy.
"Interesting. I had Mr Discord again," Spike sighed.
"Again. That's some bad luck," Sweetie said feeling sorry for her friend, though if it were her she'd be slightly irritated. Sweetie and Spike both pulled out their snacks.
"Tell me about it."
Sweetie giggled at the boy's remark; covering her mouth to suppress her laugh, then she smiled. "Let's go find Scoots and Apple Bloom. I bet they can't wait to hear this."
The young boy grumbled as he and Sweetie were walking away from their locker and went to find their other friends. As they turned a corner they bumped into a taller boy, he looked down with a smirk. "Watch where and your girlfriend is going," the older boy said.
"She's not my girlfriend!" Spike shouted at the older boy. The older boy snickered with a smirk.
"Oh... Really?" The boy question, pretending to look confused before reaching out a hand to take the girl's lunch box.
"Give it back!" Sweetie cried out jumping up trying to reach for her lunch box. However, the older boy held it higher while laughing.
"Give her lunch box back, jerk," Spike said boldly, as the crowd in the hall gasped.