My Little Rosey

by Vinyl-ScratchDJ17


Rose's first day of school (Part 2) The bully

Rose's P.O.V

I look around the gymnasium, which has to reach at least two and a half stories tall. I have to cover my eyes when looking up because he bright lights hanging from the ceiling blind me quote a bit. The windows line the ceiling, letting in the early morning sunlight. I thought that with me being different, nobody would want to talk to me, but apparently some kids already know me, and fangirl over me because I guess I'm a character from a T.V show popular to little kids. I remember Emily when she first saw me, it was kinda creepy, but you know, life is never perfect. I look at the group of kids next to me, that a pretty much almost fainted when they saw me, it was kinda funny. I look at the one girl who was really ecstatic to see me, and she has the biggest smile on her face, that I have ever seen.

"I just wanna say how much of a fan I am." She says grabbing my right fore hoof, and shaking it slightly. "I'm Vanessa by the way, and I hope that we can become best of friends." Her breathing has begun to speed up a bit from talking to me.

"I'd love to be friends with you, but please don't treat me any different than the others here okay?" I reply, pulling my hoof away.

"Anything for you!"

"It's just so awesome that we get to be kids out of millions, to be friends with you!" Emily says smiling.

"So who this?" I ask about the boy who hasn't spoken yet.

"Oh that's Collin!" Emily, and Vanessa say as if on q. Then Collin scoots over to sit next to me on the floor. I swish my tail over to the other side of me, so he does't sit on it by accident.

"H-hi." He says nervously, taking several quick glances at me. Then a white man of average height, with short blonde hair, and some muscular build, wearing a blue hoodie walks in to the room, as the bell rings.

"Good morning students!" He shouts. "I am Mr. Jake, and I'm going to be your physical education instructor. You may also call me Mr. J as well. In here you are all students, and as students, neither of you will be given any better treatment or sympathy. You are all here to do as told, and will be expected to do your best. Now the first order of work. Attendance!! When you hear your name just simply say here okay? Now let's begin.

He begins calling off names, and with each name he says, a random child either raises their hand, or says here. A few kids have to have their names repeated due to lack of attention they have for the teacher. Not trying to be rude, but it is rude to not pay attention. Still tired from being up this early, I let out a short yawn, as I stretch a bit. I usually am fully awake ten minute after waking up, but this time it's been like two hours and I'm still tired. I wish I had a nice pillow to lay my head on, and fall asleep. To go back to sleep would be very nice right now, but I can't.

"Rose!" I hear Jake say my name.

"H-here!"

I almost missed it. If would have been quite the embarrassment to have my name be called again. I wonder what made them let me register. Why didn't the government like come in and take me off to area 51 due to me being different. But then again, it's good they didn't cause if that happened, Mom would be heartbroken to have me get taken away, and never to see me again. I'm happy to have Sarah as a mother. She doesn't judge me for being what I am or anything, she loves me for the fact that I'm her daughter, and I'd be very sad too, if I couldn't see her again.

"Okay students!" Mr. Jake yells after finishing his attendance. "Sorry but today is going to be very boring. I have these packets for you to read for the remaining time of the class period. These are the class matrix. They tell you how you should act, what you should do, what not to do, how grading works, what to do for a missing assignment. The whole deal. And when you are done reading, if you finish, you sign your name at the bottom of the last page, and bring them home for your parent, or guardian to sign as well."

He hands out the packets, and when I get mine, I go straight to reading. I don't waste my time looking at the fancy pictures, I just read.

"Hey rose?" I look to my left to see Emily.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"I can't read. Can you?"

"I'm sorry, and yeah my mom taught me to read. I'll read it with you if you want."

"Yay thanks!" She says sitting next to me on one side, and collin on the other.

"Hey I can't read either." Collin says.

"Okay I'll read to both of you."

So I read the whole thing to them, and answered ant questions about what a word they didn't know, meant and things like that. It took about twenty-five minutes, leaving only three minutes left of the forty-five minute class. It was kinda fun, and boring at the same time. I've never been a big fan of reading, but a lest I got to do it with my friends! Mr. Jake saw me once reading to them, and he smiled. He doesn't really seem to care about me being the only talking pony in the whole school. I bet sooner or later I will stop getting stares as people get used to me. I take out three sharpened pencils from my back pack, and I give one to Collin, and Emily to sign the document. I never knew humans write so messy when at a young age. I sign my own paper, and my writing is just perfect.

"Thanks Rose." Emily says giving me a small hug.

"No problem. You guys can keep the pencils cause I have a bag filled with them." I say chuckling a bit as I hug Emily back as the bell rings to go to the next class.

I put my packet in a binder in my backpack, then I swing it over my shoulder as I get up.

"What class do you have next?" Emily asks.

"Science with a Mrs. Woodman." I reply.

"Aw man, I have Math with Mr. Grey." She sighs.

"Look it's okay. We can't expect to have all classes together can we?" I ask.

"Yeah I guess." She says looking down.

"Don't be upset okay? We will probably have another class or two together."

"Okay." She says looking back up to me smiling.

We exit the gym, and go different ways. I think the science classes are in the back of the school, so that's where I go, and sure enough, there's three of them. Now which one is Mrs. Woodman. I've noticed there is a teacher name at the top of every classroom door so that's where I'm looking, when suddenly I find myself being pushed into a locker. I look to see a boy about five feet tall, so a foot taller than me, with a black unzipped sweater on, and a grey shirt that says BVB on it. His hair looks like Hunter Hayes's hair. I love that guys hair, and this guy who has it just shoved me!

"Ow." I say sarcastically. "What was that for?" I say returning to walking, until he stops me again. "What do you want?" I ask.

"You new here" He asks.

"Yeah...and your point is?"

"Let's just say I'm the school bully here, and I have rules, that if you don't follow." He says then I feel something hit me in the stomach, and the air inside my lungs escape my body, and I fall to the ground gasping for air. That son of a gun just punched me!!

"That is just a taste of what you'll get if you don't follow these rules of mine." He says. I try to get up until he pushes me back down with his foot. Other kids who pass by try to stay as far away from him as possible. This is enough. He puts all this fear into these kids and they can't be bothered to stand up for themselves? I spin from my stomach, over onto my back, causing him to lose his balance. I get up, and trip him over, as he tumbles to the ground, I brush my clothes off, and continue walking, as the other children stare in amazement. I don't want to get into a big fight or anything, cause I don't wanna make the other kids scared of me.

Suddenly the kids begin to cheer, as if I just won a marathon, and I hear clapping erupt from all around me. I see teachers exit the room to see what the comotion was. Some of the kids surround me, blocking off my path.

"Do you realize what you have just done?!" Some boy in front of me asks.

"Yes and I regret it. I don't like hurting others. I just did it so he would leave me be, so please don't act as if I beat him up or anything." I reply. "No please move, I don't wish to be late for class.

"Oh." is all that comes out.

I walk into my science class, and I'm the first one in somehow, but I have no idea how, when I was just delayed by the school bully, and a crowd of kids. Mrs. Woodman looks up from her computer to see who entered. I sit in the desk closest to the door, just like in C.A. She simply smiles at me, and I give her a small wave.

"Good morning...Rose? Right?" She asks.

"That's my name." I reply.

"Okay." She says, as more students enter, and guess what? The "bully" comes in too. He notices me, and glares, as to where I just smile and wave. I see the other kids that walk in with him no longer try to get away, but instead laugh at him, and pat my shoulder when the walk by, and give me thumb up and stuff. It's nice, but it's just too much. Hurting others shouldn't be rewarded like this. It makes me feel worse, yet good at the same time since they are happy for me. I can't help but blush a bit. It's only third hour of my first day of school, and I'm already getting thought of as a hero, and now I bet a bunch of kids wanna get to know me.

I hear a lot of kids chatting about it and I hear somebody say his mane is Mark something. I didn't quite catch it when they said his last name, but oh well. I look at Mark, and he has his black hood up as far as it can go, and he still stares at me from his desk in the back of the room. "Sorry!" I mouth to him. He puts his hand up and flips me off. What a jerk, I try and give him some sympathy and this is what I get. I shake my head at him. He looks like he is in fourth grade at least.

When the bell rings the teacher gets up and introduces herself.

"Good morning young children. I'm your math teacher Mrs. Woodman, And I'm going to teach you all about the wonders of math." She says cheerfully.

She walks over to the chalk board. She grabs a piece of chalk, and puts a problem on the board. 5+5=?.

"Who can tell me what five plus five equals?" She asks. I raise a hoof in the air.

"Yes Rose?"

"Five plus five equals ten." I say smiling.

"Correct!" She says replacing the question mark with a ten. Then she writes a subtraction problem on the board under the addition one, in blue instead of white. 12-8=?. "Who can tell me what this one is?" I want to answer again, but that would be selfish. Nobody raises their hands, so I take this to my advantage raising my hoof again.

"Okay. Rose again." She says gesturing a hand to me.

"The answer is four!" I reply.

"Okay how about this one?" She uses red to put a multiplication problem up on the board. 4x5=?.

"Twenty."

"Wow! We have an Einstein in the class!" She says jokingly, making me blush a bit,and I know who Einstein is.

"Can you do this one?" She aks using yellow to put a division problem up on the board. 40 divide 8. "This one may be hard so think hard!" She says still smiling.

"It would equal five." I say.

"How did you get that so fast?!" She asks, her eyes wide.

"Well, when you asked what four times five was, it came to be twenty, which is half of forty, so if you do five times eight instead, with eight being double the amount of four you get forty, meaning forty divided by eight is five." I say smiling back.

"Wow. In all of my years of teaching, I have never come across a student you can do this! Who taught you all this?" She saks stunningly

"My mom of course. She taught me a some stuff before school started, but mostly math since it's the most important subject she said. She even taught me some algebra!"

Her eyes get even wider, so they pretty much get as big as mine! She exits the room, and a couple minutes later, she comes back with another teacher. A tall man with a short white beard, black pants, and a blue striped button up. Mr.s Woodman whispers something in his ear, and he goes to the board, and in white chalk he writes: (x+4)(x+3y).

"Can you answer this?" He asks me. After a couple seconds of thinking I get my answer.

"Four x squared plus twelve xy." Ge looks at me in astonishment, that a first grader just answered an algebra question.

"Well looks like we have an advanced student here!" he says, then the speaker on the ceiling at the front of the classroom goes off.

"Mark Stratton, and Rose Luck to the office please, Mark Stratton, and Rose Luck to the office please."

I simply shrug and get up from my seat, and a sharp pain erupts from my rump, as Mark goes by. I look to see he stepped on my tail! If I wasn't who I am. being like hurting others isn't cool, then I'd be all over him like a fat kid on a cupcake.

"Well owww!!" I say to him sarcastically again, and he turns to smirk at me.

Now that I think about it, I think I know why we got called down to the office.