As I strolled through the halls to my homeroom, I tried my best to stay out of earshot, 'cause with Pinkie and all in my backpack... yeah, things would probably go downhill.
"Like rolling in barrels!"
Just... stop it.
"Stop what?"
Being so... perky.
"BUT THAT'S WHO I AM!!!"
Wait, wait--
Pinkie immediately began singing.
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I should've expected that.
A few heads turned my way as I reached the classroom. I tried my best to keep a straight face, even with the giggling backpack under my desk.
"Hey kid, what's with your 'pack?"
I turned to see who said that. Immediately, I saw the person behind me poking my backpack, earning ticklish pony sounds in return.
I froze as I began running through possible replies.
"Um... it's... just... a toy!"
They raised an eyebrow.
"A toy?"
Pinkie squealed in delight inside my backpack.
"I like toys! Especially my party cannon!"
Oh crap.
Suddenly, the freakin' party cannon burst from my backpack in a flurry of paper, complete with Pinkie at the trigger.
That definitely got the class' attention quickly. Even the teacher stopped what he was doing to see what happened.
As always though, timing worked out horribly. The second his eyes met Pinkie's, he was blasted point-blank with a barrage of ribbons and confetti.
Long story short, detention. For the rest of the day.
And up until now, I had been pretty much the shining example of a perfect student, too.
Not only that, but apparently, the class is like, 75% bronies and pegasisters, too. Immediate "d'aww"-ing ensued when Pinkie burst out. As I sit in the detention room, I can already tell by the noise level alone that Pinkie threw a party in the class, and judging from the loud explosions, my crazy pyromaniac science teacher got in on it too.