//------------------------------// // Trouble in school (part 1) // Story: School Transferred // by SparkStone //------------------------------// Outside of the gigantic school was the confrontation of Princess Celestia and a young student Mark. He stood still in the presence of the tall pony, gulping at his throat. "Well?" Princess Celestia wondered. "What was your intention on coming here?" "I don't know why we're here, and we certainly don't have any intent or knowledge on arriving here." Mark replied. "Really? Is that all you have to say to me?" Celestia said, unimpressed by the boy. "Yes your highness. We mean you no harm." Mark assured her. "You dumb little wuss!" Vick scolded at Mark. Celestia and Mark looked toward another human boy who held a kitchen knife. He ran towards the princess with a vicious roar. Mark stood in the way between Vick and Celestia as the students inside the school watched and the royal guards noticed too late. "MARK! WAKE UP!" "Huh!? What!?" Mark shouted as he rose from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes as he looked around the classroom seeing his fellow students chuckling. "Were you dreaming about the fateful encounter again?" Balkin, Marks best friend asked. "Y-Yeah… Something like that…" Mark replied drowsily. He yawned before he looked at his newest teacher who was glaring at him. Miss Twilight Sparkle. "Mark, would you care to explain why you slept in class yet again?" She asked while twitching her eye. Mark had a worried look. This was about the third time this happened ever since the biggest change to the entire school's life. Ever since Cliffside High was magically teleported to the outskirts of Ponyville, many strange things have happened. First, the school fell from the sky. After that, the students along with the teachers went hysterical. Some students have fled from the area all together along with most of the staff. It was difficult to understand what was going on or what to do. Vick, the school's top athlete proposed to take control in the absence of the principal, who failed to arrive at school that day due to the flu. Together with two hundred students, they had failed to get anything working. Vick was on the edge and food was beginning to go low. What didn't make sense was why they feared the colorful talking ponies. Upon first sight, the two factions of species have gotten scared over appearance, and that's it. It was on that fateful day, Princess Celestia arrived to deal with the problem, and Mark volunteered himself to be the ambassador to represent for the school. Vick however didn't want to side with a lower species and at first chance attempted to take down the princess. Mark successfully stopped him, and drove him off. This was not however without losing the support of up to fifty student who had agreed with Vick on not befriending the ponies and left with him. Long story short, Mark and the rest of what's left of the school are now being taught by the remaining teachers. One of the positions needed to be filled however, and that's when Twilight Sparkle made herself Mark's new Equestrian history teacher. Weirdest week ever. Especially to learn that Twilight isn't that much older than most of the students. Back to the present, Mark bites his lip trying to answer. "I-I'm sorry Miss Sparkle, I just had a bad night." Twilight sighed as she said, "Well, seeing how you all have to resort to sleeping in a school, I could see why. However, your fellow classmates seem to be doing just fine, so why just you Mark?" "I don't know, I guess I have a lot on my mind right now." "Oh really?" Twilight said with a glitter in her eye. she levitated Marks desk up to hers and puts on her teacher to child glasses. "Oh god no…" Mark muttered, realizing where this was going. "Please Mark, tell us what's on your mind." Twilight asked him sincerely. "Miss Sparkle, please…!" Mark begged. "Now, now, call me Twilight. We're all friends here." Twilight told the boy. Mark slapped his face as the other classmates started to giggle. Balkin was trying to hold his mouth from bursting into laugher at Mark's situation. "I don't have a problem… Twilight." Mark lazily said with an annoyed expression. "Are you sure? You can tell us anything, or me for that matter. I'm a great listener after all, and I can help you with whatever's on your mind. This is a safe place after all." Twilight stated. "Right, one where a crazy student tried to stab the princess with the culinary art's knife." Mark coldly stated. Ignoring that part, Twilight continued. "So, what problem is on your shoulders? Do you have a problem with a bully? Not getting the material? Disorganized? A little crush on a special some pony?" Mark widened his eyes at the last one and blushed madly. "What!? By god no! I don't have any of those problems!" Sadly, Twilight didn't believe that. She had on a smirk and said, "Oh, I see what it is." "No… You don't…" Mark muttered, sweating at what she was about to say. "Well Mark, it seems you're at that age…" Twilight began. "Oh god…" "Where we'll have to talk about the unicorns and the pegasuses…" At the lunch table, Balkin was chuckling his last breaths from what happened in class. Mark ate angrily as he chewed his food thoroughly and quickly. After Balkin finally finished up laughing, he turned to Mark and finally asked… "So, what is on your mind anyways?" Swallowing down the grub, Mark wiped his mouth and said, "Just the fact on how long we'll be here. I mean, aren't you freaked out that we suddenly left our family behind and everything? We gotta get back home… but at our knowledge and what we have to gather, it doesn't look like we're ever gonna come back…" "Eh, you win some, you lose some." Balkin responded as he bit his apple. "I mean, you can't do what you can't, just do what you can. Am I right?" "Whatever." Mark replied, unhappy of his answer. As he gets another spoonful of soup in his mouth, his teacher sat beside him. "Hello Mark!" Twilight greeted her student. His response was a massive spit of soup towards Balkin, splattering his face. They both looked at Balkin as he wiped the liquid off his eyes. "Thanks, I sure like that tomato soup." Balkin stated sarcastically. Mark rubbed his mouth clean and said, "M-Miss Sparkle…! What a pleasant surprise." "Aw, glad you think so!" Twilight said happily as she levitated her sandwich to her mouth, taking a small bite. Mark was a bit disturbed of the fact that ponies have been making their own strange versions of food. What seems to be meat is actually fake. It is actually a mixture of exotic plants that mimic the flavor, hay, or some type of flower. Regardless, Mark wanted to throw up if he had to resort to eating such foods. Luckily, they had a bakery as well that made their dishes like humans do. Thank god is what Mark thought. "What are you doing here anyways?" Balkin questioned as he cleaned his face of the spat soup. "The teacher's table is over there." "I just wanted to see my student to see if he was awake. But seeing how you're not asleep right now makes me wonder…" Twilight stated. "I'm fine. I won't sleep in class anymore, okay?" Mark said sternly. Not good enough however as Twilight loomed in closer. "I hope so Mark. We have a test tomorrow, so I would recommend studying tonight." "Tomorrow!?" Balkin repeated the date. "Already!? Aw! Come on teach! You gotta be kidding me!" "Don't worry too much Balkin." Twilight assured him. "We're just going over what we've went through so far. As long as you've listened to what I've said, you'll pass." Balkin began to sweat, covering up his stress with a fake smile. "Listened…? Sure…!" "You… have listened, haven't you?" Twilight questioned, glaring at him. "Yep…! Totally…! One… hundred… percent…!" "What a terrible poker face." Mark teased. "Shut up Mark!" Balkin scolded. Twilight rolled her eyes as she finished up her meal. Picking up her tray with her levitation, she placed it on the tray rack for it to be cleaned. "Well, I hope you all do well on the test tomorrow." She said before heading out the door. "I'm sorry to leave so early, but I have to meet with my friends. See you tomorrow!" "And the day after that, and the day after, and after…" Balkin chanted, making Mark laugh. Twilight rolled her eyes at that remark and left them be. What used to be the gymnasium was now a big bedroom for a hundred and fifty students. The beds were supplied by none other than Princess Celestia to give them a place to sleep. Among the many mattresses with a blanket, a pillow, and a person was specifically Mark and Balkin's beds. They're just across the row like in a classroom. As Balkin snored away, Mark studied for the test tomorrow. He wasn't going to prove Twilight right about his sleeping problem which started to happen recently, but he knew he would fall asleep if he kept studying so late as well. Closing the book feeling somewhat confident of the knowledge he has accrued, he lies on his bed staring straight up to the ceiling. This sucks… Being away from mom and dad… Why did all of this happen anyways? It couldn't be because of… no… no, that's stupid. Then again, magic exists in this world, so… no, it can’t be because of… Mark stopped his train of thought and rolled to the side. As he began to sleep, he dreamed of a memory. The day before this all happened. Mark was shouting at his parents, back and forth. An argument that breaks loose leads to anger flowing and regretful words. "I wish I could leave you guys! You suck!" Mark yelled at his parents. "Then as soon as you graduate, go ahead!" his father shouted. "I'll go! I just wish I could leave sooner! I don't ever want to see you again!" "The day you leave us… no, the second you get granted that freedom mister…" Mark's mother began. "You're going to miss us! You'll come back, just watch!" "No! I'll never come back! The day I do is when you guys are just… GONE! JUST GONE!!" Suddenly, Mark woke up in the same bed he was before. Looking out the windows of the gym, it was still night. Balkin was still snoring among other students who can't keep it in. It was just the same. Mark lied on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Stupid mom… Stupid dad… It's been a week… I… I'm not back yet, am I…?" Mark muttered before tearing up. "I'm… never coming back…" Mark was sitting in the classroom with his fellow classmates like before. Twilight was handing out the tests with her levitation. They haven't gotten used to magic yet, so it was very spectacular to watch Twilight use it whenever the time came. Mark was too tired to keep his eyes opened. He had apparently cried himself to sleep for whatever happened in his sleep. He looked at the test only to see squiggles his hallucination was creating. He picked up his pencil about to write, but was unsure where the pencil was going to write. Outside of his vision, Twilight saw him drawing squiggles in his paper. "Mark…? Are you… doodling on the test!?" Twilight said in frustration. "Wha? Uh… no?" Mark said in a tired tone. "Then… what kind of answers are these?" She questioned, revealing the poorly drawn lines on his paper. "Uh… that's a… two? and a… three?" "This is Equestrian history, not math." Twilight stated, still disappointed. Sighing, she brought the test over to her desk and said, "If you're not going to take it seriously, I'm afraid I'm going to have to fail you for this one." "Wait! I-I'm just…" Mark paused, not wanting to say sleepy like he was for the past three days. "Just… what?" Twilight questioned, waiting for an answer. Mark simply froze at his seat. He didn't want to fail, that's for sure. But his eyesight had worsened due to the lack of sleep. It's even a mystery to him how he got to class in one piece. As the minute flew by, a knock on the door broke the silence. Twilight went over to the door and dropped her jaw upon the visitor. She left for a moment talking to the guest. After so, she came back and said… "Mark, some pony wants to see you." Mark blinked at his teacher, unsure what to say. "But… I don't know anyone who would visit me at this hour." "She knows you well enough." Leading Mark out the door, he stood up and left the class. Twilight closed the door after he left, letting him speak to another princess.