Memories of Joe the Unicorn

by Cool writer

[5] the Bell tolls for school

“Are you sure I should go?” asked Joe. He was really nervous about going to school. He had been around over a week but hadn’t done anything other then look for a way back, practise magic, and try to get Spike to spill. Twilight wanted Joe out of the library to go make some friends.
“Believe me, I know what it’s like to get wrapped up in studying or a book, but you need to go and make friends.” Twilight advised.
“Alright.” Joe then began his walk to the school. On his way he looked in his saddle bag. He had his quill, his ink, his paper, and his lunch.
“Yep. I’ve got every thing.” Joe said, half hoping he would have forgotten something and he could go back and grab it. Joe passed Sugar Cube corner, the sofa and quill shop, the post office and other shops. Soon he reached the School. He noticed more and more fillies were apparent the closer he got to the school. When he got there he saw a group of three fillies standing in the schoolyard, a unicorn, a pegasus, and earth pony.
“Oh hi!” the Earth pony said. The earth pony had a short mane and tail (which was red), and a yellow coat. The Unicorn was white, with the same sorta’ mane as the earth, only hers was a dark pink, or light purple. The pegasus was orange with a darker purple mane with really tiny wings. He noticed they were all lacking in cutie marks, like he. One of them (the pegasus) noticed him.
“Oh hi!” She said. “You the new pony in town?”
“Yes. That’s me…” Joe said.
“Oh oh!” The unicorn started stuttering. “Your a blank-flank! Your a perfect candidate for-” She was silenced by the earth pony by her putting her hoof in the unicorns mouth.
“Well tell ya later. Any way, I’m apple bloom, Apple Jacks little sister.”
“I’m Sweetie bell,” The unicorn said. “Rarities sister.”
“And I am Scootaloo,” the pegasus said. “Rainbow Dashs sister.”
“Only in your mind.” Apple Bloom smirked. “She’s not really her sister, she just wishes she was.”
Scootaloo glared at apple bloom. He had a pretty good idea of there relationship. They argued all the time but they were real friends when it counted. He sometimes could tell about people from seeing them do things. Joe grinned.
“Any way… what’s your name?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Joe… my name is Joe.” He stammered. He was actually really shy in this sort of setting.
“So now that we know each other, I think we should-” Sweetie bell was interrupted.
“Well well!” A very snooty and brat sounding voice interrupted. “If it isn’t, you. Oh and is this another blank flank?” Joe turned to see a pink furred pony with a small silver tiara on her head, one matching her cutie mark. She was accompanied by another (albeit less snooty brat sounding) grey pony with glasses and a silver spoon cutie mark. Joe took a second to register what was going on. He had heard that term: blank flank, before. But he didn’t know what it meant.
“What?” He asked.
“You heard me: Blank flank!” She mocked.
“What?” He again repeated. His face flashed with realization. He then proceeded to fall to the floor, bursting into laughter.
“What is so funny?” She asked annoyed.
“Let me guess, your the bullies here?” He asked still laughing. “Yeah! Oh that’s too good! Your rich too!” He then laughed even harder. “How much more cliche’ does it get! We’ve got the rich snooty bulie!” He sighed and got to his feet. “I’m sorry but if you want to get to me, then you’ve gotta do better than that. Oh I’m sorry! Before you get any ideas any insult loses all weight if you have to PAY somepony to do it. Of course that must come natural to you. I bet you can’t do ANYTHING yourself.” He said very confidently.
“Excuse me?!?” She said shocked. “Do you KNOW who my dad is? He’ll-”
“What? Fire my parents? Or, I know! Or maybe he’ll get your butler to come and slap me like the scum I am.” Joe mimicked a british accent for the last line. “I know your type. And I feel bad that your special ‘talent’ is being a brat. And your friend here proves it! I bet besides her, you have NO ACTUAL friends! I bet you just pay them. The only thing i don’t get is why your words hold any weight at all? It’s obvious no one likes you, ruling out popularity, And judging by how you threw your dad in as a pawn means that he must do EVERYTHING for you. I bet if he went broke then you would not last a week. Any longer would be impossible! So, You're a unicorn with no magic, no friends, and no skills. So why, do you, think that you, can boss us around? I just don’t get it.” The bully was speechless.
“Come on silver spoon. We’re too good for him.” The Bully started to walk away, but stopped realising that her companion was staring in awe at Joe, along with literally EVERY onlooker.
“SILVER SPOON!” She called angrily. Silver spoon did as told, but still looked amazed and non-comprehending. Joe grinned at how he took the bully down a peg, on his FIRST DAY without raising a fist, or hoof.
“That was…” Scootaloo started. “AWESOME!!!!” How did you know that? How did you do that? and Wow your amazing! came at Joe from all sides. He was a hero. Suddenly the bell began to ring. All the Fillies began to walk inside. Joe was among them. The three friends he met, sat down together, and he sat ahead of them.
“So we’re friends now?” Joe asked extending a hoof for a good shake. All three of them grabbed and replied in the affirmative. He sat forward as the teacher walked in.
“Hello students!” SHe called happily.
“Hi ms. Cheerily!” The class responded.
“Now as you may know, We have a new student today. Come on up.” She said looking at Joe. Joe nodded and walked to the front of the room. As he turned to face the class the room erupted in cheers. Joe bowed humbly. He was sure he heard “I knew he was new.” some where in the back of the class. “This is Joe. Say hi to Joe!” She commanded.
“HI Joe!” The class said.
“Now why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Cheerily asked. Joe nodded and responded.
“Hi I’m Joe, and I’m from Amareica. It’s a colony.” Joe explained. He technically DIDN’T lie. America was a colony. He was from it.
“Well I’m ms Cheerily. Do you have a place to sit?” The Teacher asked. Joe nodded. He walked to his seat and sat down. The rest of the day was uneventful. He learned more about his new world, and made three friends. Soon the bell rang and class was over.
“OK class! Remember your spelling words are due monday! Have a great weekend!” The Teacher called to her class as they walked home. As Joe was about to leave the yard he was stopped, by his new friends.
“Hey! We have a surprise for you! Ya’ wana see it?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Sure! But I need to tell Twilight first.” Joe said.
“We can make a detour to the library on our way. We just need to use my scooter.” Scootaloo said putting on a bike helmet waking to a four wheeled scooter. The scooter was connected to a wagon, that could easily hold 2 fillies and 1 full grown pony, there was plenty of room.

One scooter ride through town and a blindfolded ride later…

“Can I take this off now?” Joe asked.
“No not yet!” Sweetie bell giggled. Joe was guessing he was in one of their rooms. But he was wrong.
“Ok! Open em’ now!” The three said at once. Joe was greeted to the sight of a wood clubhouse. It was a long room with a small carpet in the center, a round table closer to the corner, and a large podium at the back. Each wall had to windows on it (except the back wall), even the wall with the door had windows. The back of the room had a podium. of to the side was a small circle with a lightbulb above it. Joe looked confused.
“What’s that circle for?” He asked.
“Oh, that’s the spot where we come up with great ideas.” Apple Bloom said.
“So… you devoted a whole patch of space… to coming up with ideas?” Joe asked. “I like it. It’s a good idea to have one spot to come up with ideas. You get more inspiration if you think in one spot, rather than all over the room. I think it helps organization.” Joe said admiring it.
“Well, actually…” Sweetie bell said blushing slightly. “We didn’t do that. We just happen to come up with great ideas there.”
‘It’s just a superstitious thing then.’ Joe thought sadly.
“Anyways let’s get down to business.” Sweetie Bell said coughing. “We invited you here to ask you to join our club.”
“Club?” Joe asked interested. The three in the club looked at each other, and in sync said:
“THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!” They shouted very loudly.
“You want in?” Scootaloo asked.