Principal Celestia wore the same icy poker face she had whenever faced with a situation like this. It got rather frustrating when one of her students wasn’t very cooperative.
“Screwball, you really need to learn to mature. Your father may find your behavior acceptable, but you should understand by now that it won’t be tolerated here.” Celestia said to the teenage girl in her office.
She wore purple, arm-length gloves and striped knee-high socks as well as a purple skirt. Her hair was lavender with some white highlights, with a constantly spinning beanie on her head. She also wore a purple tank-top with a symbol depicting a screw and a baseball.
Meet Screwball. Resident trouble-maker of Canterlot High.
The girl rolled her purple eyes and groaned.
“Oh my gosh Celly-“
“That’s Principal Celestia to you young lady.” Celestia interrupted.
“Yeah sure, cool story bro. It’s just that I keep forgetting how predictable you can be. I cause the slightest bit of trouble, the stupid cameras catch me in the act, you drag me in here to chew me out and make empty threats. It’s getting quite boring.” Screwball said, laying back in her seat with her feet on the desk.
Celestia was never one to let a misbehaving student get to her, but somehow, Screwball always managed to find a way.
“A LITTLE trouble Screwball? You sprayed an excessive amount of graffiti on the school’s statue out front, overflowed all the downstairs bathrooms, and caught the science lab on fire. And all of that was just THIS week.” Celestia listed Screwball’s several offences.
Screwball simply shrugged her shoulders.
“Meh. I’ll admit it wasn’t my BEST work. I guess I’ve been slacking off a little.” Screwball said nonchalantly.
Celestia pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
‘Ugh, she’s just as irritating as her dad. I guess it runs in the family.’ She thought to herself.
“Screwball, do you WANT to get expelled?!” Celestia exclaimed.
“You said the same thing last week remember? When I put a dead fish in Rainbow Dash’s backpack? And I’d honestly love nothing more than to get outta here.” Screwball said.
Celestia’s patience was wearing thin with the girl. She acts like she just don’t give a fuck.
“I suppose punishing you isn’t going to do any good then.” Celestia grumbled.
“What do you think?” Screwball said with a smug grin, sure she had won.
Celestia tapped her chin.
“No, I think I have a better idea. You see Screwball, we have something at Canterlot High for troubled children like yourself.” Celestia said.
Screwball hadn’t been expecting Celestia to come up with something that quick, and was pretty surprised, which caused her to raise both her eyebrows.
“Really now?” She said.
“We have this program that pairs up older students with the younger, troubled ones to try and steer them in the right direction. A positive, older role model if you will.” Celestia said.
Screwball removed her feet from Celestia’s desk and moved them down to the floor.
“Whoawhoawhoa. Hold up Celly. If you must know, I’ve already got one of those.” Screwball protested.
Celestia facepalmed.
“I know you love your father Screwball, but I would hardly consider Discord a good role model.” Celestia responded.
“Hey just because you don’t find him very entertaining in the sack is no reason to get on me about it.” Screwball chuckled.
Celestia’s face turned red from sheer embarrassment, and the fact that one of her students would talk to her in such a lewd manner.
“Young lady!-” Celestia started, but was interrupted by Screwball’s laughing outburst.
“Hahahahaha! You should’ve seen your face! Priceless!” Screwball laughed.
Celestia narrowed her eyes in annoyance as her face returned to its normal color.
“Screwball, that was very inappropriate and immature of you.” Celestia scolded.
Screwball just waved her hand.
“Oh relax Celly, I was just messin with ya. You were ranting about “positive role models” or some crap?” Screwball asked.
“Oh yes. I’m hoping that giving you somebody to look up to will get you to behave a little better. So, I’ve taken the liberty of assigning you to-“
“If you’re about to tell me that you’re sticking me with that pony-obsessed Lyra chick, I’m dropping out.” Screwball said.
Celestia gave a small chuckle at that.
“No no. Let me just say that she may need you as much as you need her.” Celestia said.
Screwball’s face turned into a confident smirk that was most often shown by her dad.
“Hehe. Alright Celestia. I’ll play your little game. Who knows, maybe it could do me some good.” Screwball said sarcastically.
Celestia picked up on Screwball’s sarcasm and gave a suspicious look in her direction.
“…Well, alright then. Here’s her locker number. Meet her at her locker between periods.” Celestia said, handing Screwball a slip of paper with numbers written on it.
“Well this has been a most intelligent conversation your majesty, but I think I should be on my merry way. Math class doesn’t sleep through itself.” Screwball said.
Celestia nodded, still with a set of disapproving eyes, and Screwball got up, but stopped at the door. She snapped her fingers as if she remembered something.
“Oh right! Think fast.” Screwball said, tossing something in Celestia’s direction. She caught it, and her eyes widened when she saw it was her car-keys.
“H-How did you-“ Celestia stuttered.
“Oh, and I left you a little surprise in the glove compartment. It may or may not be cat poop related.” Screwball chuckled.
Celestia’s jaw dropped.
“WHAT?!” she yelled as she bolted out the office door, leaving Screwball alone in her office.
“Hehehe. Oopsie. Me and my big mouth.” She laughed
Not long after Celestia ran out of her office, Screwball followed suit, preparing to get to math class, when she heard a familiar voice next to her.
“Hehehe. Just saw Celly run like the wind to the parking lot. What happened in there?” the voice asked.
Screwball turned around and beamed with happiness when she saw her dad leaning against the wall next to Celestia’s office door. His hair was very, very white, his clothes were a dirty mess and didn’t match at all, including his black T-shirt that read “CHAOS” in bold, white letters. He wore a smirk that looked well at home on his face, as if he’d had it there all his life.
This man was Discord. Canterlot High’s janitor, and Screwball’s dad.
“Hehehe. Go ahead and guess.” Screwball said.
Discord stroked his chin, attempting to think.
“Not respecting her authority? Making fun of her non-existent sex-life? Making a mess of her car?” Discord asked.
"All of the above.” Screwball giggled.
Discord stifled a laugh.
“You need to slow down kiddo. You’re starting to get better at this than I was at your age.” Discord chuckled, bringing up his hand for a high five, to which Screwball returned.
“Hehehe. I try.” She said...