Chapter Two
"So let me get this straight, you were looking after the class pet, you were keeping it over the break, you were feeding it food by using your own allowance and all of this was being done without my or your mother's permission?" groaned Force as he and his son were putting things back in the box that had been knocked over during the colts "great quest of saving the tailed one" as his son had so elegantly put it.
"Kind of, I mean, it's not I wasn't as if he was hurting anybody so it doesn't mean it was wrong does it?" asked the colt looking innocently at his father.
"....Well it depends on how you look at it," he replied while throwing a few bits of oddly shaped metal into the box.
"Huh?"
"Well, if you look at it as you didn't do anything bad because you didn't hurt anybody then you've got a very immature view on right and wrong," he said sitting on his eldest son's bed looking down at the colt.
"I don't get it," replied the colt with a look a confusion.
"Well, say an older mare was walking down the street and she dropped ten bits, you saw her drop them but you know she just got them from......lets say she won big at her bingo night, would it be wrong to take those bits?" questioned Force looking at his son who still had a confused look on his face.
"...Okay let me simplify it, why don't you take cookies from the jar without asking me or your mom?"
"Because you told me little monkeys will take me to Celestia and she'll send me to the Moon." replied the colt shaking slightly.
".....Forget it, I was expecting a little too much from a kid your age," chuckled Force as he walked out of the room.
"Dad," called the colt behind him.
"Yeah?"
"I'm late."
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"You're......in....so....much...trouble....later..." panted Force as he sprinted down the street trying to avoid every other stallion, mare and foal.
"You're the one who wasted time trying to lecture me about old mares and bingo," replied the colt who had his hooves wrapped around his father's neck, as he tried desperately not to fall off.
"...You...do...realize...you've...made..things...worse...for yourself?"
"Yes sir."
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"Can everybody please come inside now!" called a mare's voice, the mare had a dark green coat, her main was styled in a beehive shape and she had a pair of glasses balancing on her snout.
Two lines began to form in front of her, to her left was a line of fillies standing in pairs and to her right was a line of colts. The mare began to walk between the lines inspecting everypony as though she was taking mental notes on who hadn't washed properly or who had the classic "Did we have homework...I hope we didn't because I didn't do it....oh no.."...well not so classic but for the mare it was somewhat standard.
"Alright children, follow me inside." called the mare as she opened the doors with the colts and fillies in tow. The inside of the complex was rather small, it was basically a small corridor with five doors on either side and a large room at the end which served as a staff room. As the group moved down the corridor they broke up into smaller groups standing in line against the wall beside their classroom doors, waiting for somepony to take them in.
"Everypony may now enter," said the same mare to her class as they silently but quickly moved into the room and each of them sat at their desks as though is was a finely practised routine.
"Lets see, four, eight, twelve, sixte..fifteen, nineteen, who's off today?" asked the mare, a strange moment of silence passed through the room as everypony looked at the desks in front, behind and beside them, near the back of the class a small colt with a brown coat and short mane raised his hoof.
"Yes Rough?" asked the mare.
"It's.." the colt's sentence was cut short as everybody turned to the door which has just been closed...well slammed rather loudly.
"Oops....sorry I'm late Mrs. Sharp-Pen," said the blue coated colt.
"Ah, so you finally decide that we are finally worth your time," said Mrs. Sharp-pen sharply...
"....I....uh..." mumbles the look with a look that was crossed between confusion and fear.
"Do you have a reason for being late?" she asked bluntly.
"Yeah, I've got a note," replied the colt taking a small sheet of paper out of his satchel.
"Dear Mrs Sharp-Pen,
I apologise for my Son being late, it is my fault entirely and I beg of you not to punish him as this will be the one and only time this
will happen. Due to him looking after the class pet over the break we normally were awake earlier as it would wake us up, however today ,due to this, we were awake later than we would've been and due to me wasting time it ended with him being late.
Yours Sincerely,
Force Runner."
"Ah, so where is Mickey may I ask?" questioned Mrs Sharp-pen going over the note again.
"Right here," said the colt as he gestured towards his head as the little mouse jumped out of his hair.
".......Go take your seat and we'll get started." she said sticking her leg out for the mouse to jump on.
"Yes Miss."
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The colt looked at the clock, he wasn't the best at telling the time but based on where the big hand was he could roughly guess how long they had left before the bell went for playtime.(That's recess to you Americans)
He sighed quietly to himself as he look back down at his piece of paper, they had just started the three and four times table and they were try to work it out for themselves using the same system they'd used for the two times table.
He'd been able to work out the four times table as it was pretty much just double of what the two times table gave you, however for him the three times table was like looking at advanced mechanics if you've just only just learnt your A-Z.
*RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*
"Alright, you're all excused for recess, put your papers down at the front as you walk out."
One by one the students put their paper on her desk, going from a slow trot to a rapid gallop the moment they were out of the door.
"Time for some fun," thought the colt as he ran towards the doors only to be tripped by a hoof.
"Hey punk, long time no see."