>You are Anon
>Life has never been difficult, but it has been painful
>Despite your best efforts, it seems no matter where you go or what you do, trouble always has a way to find you
>Up until recently, it seemed as if all life was to you was trouble
>But even if things have lightened up, the burden of life still weights you down
>You think back to when you were just starting to work
>You worked at a retail store called Tee Jays. 
>Sold beauty products, kids toys, handbags, furniture, and other such things.
>It paid like shit, only $10.00 an hour, barely above the minimum wage where you were from, but a job was a job, and it's not like you didn’t apply for other jobs. It's like you were invisible 
>And the invisibility didn’t stop at applications, no, during the “training” on your first day, the person who was supposed to supervise you was gone for what seemed like an hour or more.
>You were smart enough to handle most things, but other, more complicated tasks, like returning an online order, required help from your neighboring co-workers, who themselves were swarmed with customers. 
>Oh, and the customers. You wish you were invisible to them, but like a funny sitcom, it was those people who’d be able to see you the best. 
>And boy did they not like what they saw.
“Are you stupid or something?”
>”Not sure, but I still have to wait for my boss, sir.”
“Can’t you just accept the 100 dollar bill?”
>”I would if the job allowed me to, but I’m on thin ice. I can’t help you. Don’t you have other bills?”
“Oh screw you, asshole! You think I’m like one of you brokies?”
>”Dude, are these even real?” 
“Fuck you! I want your manager here NOW, or I’ll kick your ass!”
>”Customer service problem boss. Need you here.” Went the intercom  “I want to return this, but not that, I’m buying that, but I already bought this, just leave that there, and--”
>”Ma’am, you didn’t buy that. The tag and security alarm tag is still on it.”
“I need you to remove it for me sweety, I was getting to that.”
>”So do you want me to leave it alone, or to remove it? You’re not making sense here.”
“Do all of you cashiers have to be so stuck up?”
>”Can’t you just pay, like the rest of us? Or just go to the salvation army or something.”
“I’d like to speak to your manager please.”
>This kept happening for the 6 months you were there. And it didn’t help that they called your boss. God, how does that guy sleep at night?”
“Anon, you can’t keep doing this. I know the customers may push your buttons.”
>”You know that one guy threatened to hurt me right? We shoulda called the cops.”
“Anon, like it or not, these are our customers, and it's bad business to punish our customers unless absolutely necessary. Keep in mind they pay your bills and keep the store running.”
>”Know who also keeps the store running? Us. Your employees”
“Associates. ‘Employee’ sounds too cold.”
>You wanted to curb stomp him so much.  You could deal with some guy with an anger problem. He’s having a bad day, you’d tell yourself.
>You could handle a dishonest lady who thought she was smarter than she was. Honestly he shoulda just let her go, even if he felt stupid for doing so.
>But some piece of shit money hungry asshole who pretends to care, but then is willing to risk harm to them rubbed you the wrong way. 
>”Boss, I quit. Your customers are going to hurt one of your ‘associates’, and when that happens, they are going to wonder what you were doing. It's a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
“Anon, come on brother, think for a minute. We are short staffed as it is, and seeing you go, how will we manage?”
>”See? You don’t even acknowledge what I said, you go on about the store and how you’re short staffed, but won’t hire anyone else.”
“I need to make ends meet!”
>”Someone is going to meet their end alright. I hope it's you.”
“Anon, please buddy, I’ll give you a raise if you stay.”
>”The only raise we’ll need is to be raised from the dead, I’ll pass.”
“Well, w-well, screw you Anon! You weren’t being a team player anyway. You didn’t even work the weekends consistently! We are better off without y--!
>The door to his office is closed, and all eyes are on you. You ignore everyone and go straight to your car
>As you sat down, you couldn’t feel anything other than shock and frustration. 
>You simply stare at your steering wheel, trying to just focus on something else
>Its no use
>You start hitting the steering wheel with her hands over and over again. You’re tired of trying to stay calm and orderly and professional when people don’t give a damn about you.
>Not the customers, not your co-workers, not your boss, and at this point, not even yourself. 
>You think back to last weekend. You think back to Pinkie Pie. Oh what fun you two had. 
>But it wasn’t just the fun, but also how she treated you. She was so playful, so enthusiastic, so open that it makes you wonder why everyone couldn’t be like her.
>You wish you could leave everything behind. Your family only consists of your mother and father. 
>One is dying in hospice, the other is barely there mentally, and doesn’t even recognize you half the time. 
>Your friends have moved on, but they do call you every once in a while. They care, but life pushes people away sometimes. 
>Everything that you’ve cared about is disappearing. And you wouldn’t mind if you disappeared with it.
>But things have changed. Now you have Pinkie Pie waiting for you tonight. You need her, now more than ever. 
>You just need to get home and you’ll be alright. 
>You’ll be alright.
…

>You make it at midnight. Your mother is already asleep, and you aren’t hungry after the ordeal. 
>You simply want peace, and the bed calls you for a truce with life.
>You can feel someone else calling you. 
>You can feel her begging to see you again
>Is this simply a trick of the mind? Or was there something real about it?
>At this point, who cares? If reality sucks and has nothing to care about, then why care anymore?
>You go to sleep. Or at least you try, but the stress of work stops you. 
>You become furious one second, then crying the next. What was the point? Anger was not going to change the situation. Nothing was, so why bother?
>Grandpa Incognito’s last words are played in your mind over and over.
”’Non son, listen, I say listen ‘ere. Sometah-ams, life a game o’ chance. Ya can win some, lose some, buttcha gotta play son. And if life wants you to lose,son, nothin’ much to say. And I do say, son, that I fine-ly lost for good. Life ain’t difficult ‘Non. But play long enough, and it's jus’ an emp-teh, painful, unfair game.”
>”Life is painful, not difficult” You say to yourself, tears start to dry up.
>”Understatement of the century, grandpa.”
…
“‘Nonny, nonny, wake up, we’re gonna be late!”
>”...huh?”
>Your brain was certainly late to whatever was going on
“‘Nonny, you’re dreaming again. You’re back here, remember?”
>But it is much better late than never it seems, and your brain snaps back into attention
>”Pinkie!!”
>You got up straight out of bed and ran towards her to hug her tightly. She reciprocated and she moved with the acceleration you built up, causing the two of you swinging around and around in a circle like a waltz in a beautiful ball room
>This lasted all but 2 seconds before Pinkie Pie hit a wall
“Owie! That really hurt Anon!”
>Pinkie Pie gave you an angry stare. You stare back in amusement
>”But it was pretty fun while it lasted huh?”
>You caught her bluff, and Pinkie Pie’s faux anger fell apart when you started laughing.
>She joined you, and you couldn’t help but feel at home. Home… Oh God.
>The thought of last night stopped your cheery demeanor in its tracks. You tried to suppress those thoughts, as now wasn’t the time to focus on that other world. 
>Pinkie sighs in pity.
I’m sorry ‘Nonners, but we have to go. We are going to be late for school.” 
>Thankfully, you have an emotional support Ponkster ready to bring you back to… this reality.
>”Alright Panko, let's go to… wait a minute, school?
“You know, Canterlot high?”
>”Oh yeah, right. But since when was I enrolled into that school? Actually now that I think about it, I already have my AA, let alone a high school diploma.”
“I swear ‘Nonker, don’t you remember this is a dream?”
>”Wait a minute wait a minute Pinkie hold on… If I already graduated high school, and you’re still in high school… Pinkie, how old are you?”
>Pinkie thought for a moment, but she simply shrugged.
>”You don’t remember how old you are?!”
“Didn’t exactly state it in the show”
>”WHAT, so you know this is a dream, AND you knew you were in a fictional show? And despite that, you don’t know your own age?”
“Well, it was implied I was around highschool age because, ya know, highschooler?”
>”But that could mean…”
>ANON WHAT DID YOU DO!!
>Pinkie’s laughter echoed throughout the room
“THE LOOK ON YOUR FACES HAHAHAHA, PRICELESS!!”
>”... Pinkie, I could get in serious trouble for this. I-I didn’t--”
“Reeee-laaaaxxx you loveable dopes, I’m 18, I was just pranking you!”
>You let out a sigh of relief after hearing that. He's not the type of Anon to ‘just drop by’ as some of you degenerates do.
>”Wait, dopes? Faces? Pinkie, why are you speaking like there’s another person here.”
>Pinkie gave a smug smile
“I’ll explain it to you later, ‘Nonny. I just have a sense for these things.”
>You let out a short, nervous chuckle
>”I believe you.” 
>Anon was looking around, wondering if Pinkie really did see someone, or if she was a schizophrenic. It defied reason, but he knew better than to question the Pinkie sense.
>Pinkie Pie snapped him out of his stupor by grabbing his hand.
“Now come on, we’re late as it is!”
>She grabs your arm and pulls you out the door.
>You eventually arrive next to her car. She points to the shotgun seat.
>Being a chud, you feel somewhat humiliated being driven by a woman. You didn’t like being mothered.
>But that feeling of humiliation soon brought back memories of when you were small. Memories of kindergarten, of your mother driving you to school while you ate cookies your father gave you to calm you down.
>You remembered how new things were, how scary it all was to talk with the teacher, and new kids you’ve never met.
>You remember your father coming home tired, but with a smile on his face. You wanted to play, but he couldn’t. 
>Some days, he wouldn’t even eat dinner and would kiss your mother and go straight to bed.
>You accompanied him, and he cuddled you in response. You realize now that you made his life more bearable after a long day of work.
>You remember playing with the other kids during 3rd grade where someone tripped you. The kid always called you names and you’ve had it with him.
>When you were sent to the principal's office, you were in tears. The principle was stern about her views about how violence was never the answer and how two wrongs don’t make a right. 
>Of course, when you tried earlier to let the teachers know, they simply dismissed you and reassured you that they’d deal with it, or worse, told you to just ignore him.
>Guilt, shame, confusion, emotions that even today you struggle with. Emotions that had their start on this very day.
>It was only after the principal called your mother to join the meeting did things change.
>Your mother sided with you, despite what the principal made you believe.
>She told her that you simply defended yourself. Further, she said that the two wrongs of the children were nothing compared to the many wrongs the staff committed with their inaction. 
>The car drive home made you feel a little better, knowing your mom had your back. You came home surprised to see the sight of your dad coming home from work early, along with Grandpa Incognito, pizza and a vanilla and A&W root beer float to boot, just the way your fussy autistic mind liked it. So simple things were when food and love were enough to make you forget. Such is the mind of a child, you suppose.
>It makes you regret not respecting them as much during your teenage years. Sure, you loved them but you had more arguments than you’d like. Even if you thought you were justified, you wished you were a little softer, a little kinder, a little more diplomatic.
>Because now, that love has deteriorated, as has most things in your life. Most things, but you look beside you and see her smile while she drives her car 15 miles above the speed limit, talking about how she was excited for you to meet her friends and her teachers and all the afterschool clubs.
>You don’t remember what she said, you were simply lost in her expression.
>She was a sign of life in contrast to your dying world, and that was worth everything to you. 
>A part of you thought of that one Smith’s song, where the singer talks about being fine crashing into something, so long as he did so with his lover by his side. You understand what he means now. You understand.
“Here we aaaaarrrrrreeeee~!”
>As you’re taken out of your trance, you see the destination. Canterlot High. And it looks just like it does in Equestria Girls. Even the statue… which makes you wonder…
>”Pinkie, that statue, are we able to go through it?”
>Pinkie Pie giggles
“Let's get to class first and I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Mr. Doodle is going to be super-duper angry with us!”
>Despite trying to have a stoic face, you were giddy with excitement. The idea of actually being able to go to Equestria fascinated you. 
>You didn’t have a time to day dream, but this wonder, this feeling of… of finally being released from a cage after years of imprisonment. You felt free. You felt whole. 
>As Pinkie closed in on Cranky Doodle’s classroom, she tried opening the door, only to see that it was locked. 
“Oh crud, we’re late!”
>Pinkie was a little nervous. This was unlike her.
>You hugged Pinkie. You figured she’d appreciate the gesture, if not your touch.
>”Pinkie, what’s wrong? You’re never anxious like this. Excited maybe, but not anxious.”
“Oh ‘Nonny, I haven’t exactly been doing well in his class. Math is super-dooper-UBER-PUTS-MY-BRAIN-IN-THE-POOPER-HARD!!”
>You groan in annoyance, remembering what it was like having to learn Pre-calc during your senior year. 1st period too, and you couldn’t help but stay up and play grand strategy titles the night before. To be fair, you did learn a lot of history, but it was not good for your health.
“I know, ‘Nonkey, I make donkey noises too when thinking about math. But now that you’re here, maybe we can learn better together!”
“...Did you just call me an ass?”
“Well, you ARE pretty… Jacked!”
>She laughed at her own pun, but you only smiled, wondering if she was talking about your muscles or your mood. Why not both, you think to yourself, joining her laughter.
>As you two finish laughing, you decide to knock on the door and get the stern talking to over with. Only for the door to open to reveal a lanky, angy, and frankly tangy man in front of them.
“Kids, I don’t care, just get in.”
“Okey-dokey-loki Mr. Doodle!”
>”Yes sir.”
>The teacher looked at you for a moment
“I haven’t seen you before, kid.”
>”I uhh, I got transferred.”
“I see. Just another mistake by the school, as usual.”
>Mr. Doodle let out a long sigh, before walking back to his desk.
>He pointed at the board, showing video lessons, presumably made by his younger self. It was a rather old 360p video, and for crying out loud he was using Windows XP. Yeah, I bet you haven’t thought of that OS in a while. 
>While he sounded the same, at least tonally, there was life to it, even a bit of excitement.
>You slightly pity him while you look at him, then back to the board as you take a seat.
“Hey Anon, you said you took college already, right? Do you remember any of this?”
>You stare at the board dumbfounded
>”I remember some of the symbols. I think that’s Theta.”
“What?”
>”You know, the oval-- err, the pie looking thing with a line in between.”
“Ooooohhhhhhhh~. What does that mean?”
>”Pinkie, I think it represents a percent…? No, an angle… Pinkie I haven’t taken this in like 2 years, I don’t even remember Algebra very well.”
“Oh shoot…”
>You see Pinkie Pie look down in disappointment. The sight of which made your heart sink, and your blood boil.
>You put an arm to her shoulder.
>”Ponka, you are gonna be alright. I’ve had… less than stellar teachers and professors too, but we don’t need them. We can learn on our own, and do better together.”
>You smile as she looks deep into your eyes
“Oh yeah… better rogether…”
>She gives you a wink.
>As you finish, you hear someone snoring.
>Mr. Doodle was knocked out cold. You know from experience it's very hard to sleep on a desk. While he may not be a great teacher, at least not anymore, you relate to his struggle of just getting by.
…
>Pre-Calc really was ‘super-dooper’ hard. Or at least hard to understand. You think you half remember some things, but it would seem like your best chance would be having to read the material. Or to go on Youtube and have those Pajeet math chads show you how. Those guys were good.
“Anon, I’m pooped.”
>Pinkie had her head and neck low and her hair slightly frazzled as she exited the class room. 
>”You look like how I feel.”
>Your corny joke managed to lift her spirits a little.
>”So 2nd period, who’s next?”
“Ms. Cheerilee, English teacher. She is really nice, really sweet, but sometimes loses track of time.”
>”That’s nice. I was hoping for a respite after learning Newton's mistake. I mean, where did he get all that from?”
“An apple? Hehe~.”
>You facepalm while smiling
>”Stupid question.”
“There is no such thing, young man.”
>”You look toward the voice to see the lady of the hour, quite literally in this case.”
“Hiya Ms. Cherliee~!”
“Hello Pinkie, so wonderful to have you with us.”
>The teacher looks toward you. Before she says anything, you respond to her predictable question.
>”I transferred here recently from another class.”
“Ha, well I suppose you came from Ms. Inkwell’s class?”
>”Good guess, yes I did.”
>You lie as you breathe, as you had many times before. It never felt good, but it was a relief to know that trouble was avoided.
“Well, then I assume you have started reading “Of Mice and Men”?
>You groan internally at that title. It was a good book all things considered, you just wish you weren’t forced to read it when you were younger.
>”Actually we already finished the book.”
“REALLY? I’m impressed. Ms. Inkwell always was a step ahead of our class but now she is a mile ahead! Uh… metaphorically speaking of course.”
>Cheerilee blushed a little, but then apologized for making you stand and asked you to take a seat next to Pinkie.
>As you entered the classroom, you had a feeling like you were being watched.
“Why Pinkie, darling, who is THIS fine gentlemen? Come come! Introduce him to me!”
>Rarity, of course. You always found her funny, even charming at times, but she always came off… difficult? Maybe even not a good pony at times? Or well, person in this case. 
“Ooh, Ooh, this is Anon! Say hi Anon~!”
>”Hello there Rarity, it's a pleasure to meet you.”
>You stick your arm out to shake her hand.
“My my my, you already know my name?”
>”W-well, yeah. Pinkie mentioned you a while ago.”
“But of course! With that said, enough about me, darling, tell us about yourself.”
>”What would you like to know?”
“Well, how DID you meet Pinkie Pie? I’ve never seen you around here if I recall correctly."
>”Everyone has been saying that, and its true I recently transferred here from Mare-ami”
“Aww, the heat must have been dreadful, daring.”
>”The heat wasn’t that bad. The smell of sweat, salt, and body odor howver…”
>Rarity had a face of horror while Pinkie laughed her butt off.”
“Ah! That is the WORST POSSIBLE THING! Positively disgusting, darling!”
>The other students looked over to see what Rarity was being dramatic over, but soon chalked it up to Rarity being Rarity.
“Hehehe~ Yeah, ‘Nonny can get quite sweaty when he's really into something.”
>You and Rarity look at Pinkie Pie. You soon look away, trying to look stoic as you do so, but your blush betrays your attempt to play it cool.
>Rarity looked at Pinkie Pie with a deadpan expression, but then said something.
“Hes a really hard worker, he helped me plan for parties and stuff.”
>That bitch, oh how you loved her sense of humor, even if she was rather risqué at the moment. Oh, the memories of the beach floods your mind. How wonderful that experience was.
>Even as you try to focus on something else, your heart beats faster and faster.
>You look at Pinkie again, and she gives you a wink and a knowing smile. 
>You want to push her down on her desk and look down her skirt, and do unspeakable things. 
>But you try to stay as cool as room-temperature water. What? He's too hot to be a cucumber, and forget about being an ice cube.  
“Hi Anon, since you already read the book, I’d like you to start on your essay. It's nothing difficult, just a summary of the story, its themes and your thoughts. Have fun with it!”
>Yeah, like there are a lot of people who write essays as a hobby. Well, you were still thankful for Cheerilee's sweet demeanor and the essay's anti-aphrodisiac like properties. Now, you can focus.
>English class went by pretty quickly, and so did your essay. You actually finished it before the end of class. It probably wasn’t of the best quality, but who cares? It's not like the grades are going to matter here.
>As the bell rang, you and Pinkie marched off to the next period. 
>Pinkie needed a moment and used the bathroom while there wasn’t a line present.
>As you were waiting for her, you talked to Rarity in the hallway.
“Anonymous, Pinkie seems to be rather fond of you, wouldn’t you say?”
>”I’m not in disagreement, but isn’t she fond of everyone? Especially you and the group?”
“Right you are my green friend. But you disregarded my question earlier, how did you two meet?”
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>”Uhh, funny story actually! I was, uhh, uhh- at the beach, mare-ami beach actually, ya know, cause I was right there next to it, living in mare-ami. Duh. Anyway, I saw her being, well, Pinkie Pie, and she tried to make friends with everyone. I just so happened to be one of those people, and she mentioned that she was from Canterlot. It just so happened that I planned to move there and to transfer to the high school. And from there she wanted to know all about me and wanted me to be ready when I came over.” 
“And I assume when you did come over it was around when you helped her. Last weekend, I presume? I didn’t know she had a party last weekend. Who was it for?”
>”Uhh, well there were several parties, including my own party that she was throwing that day. A-actually, along with preparations for future parties and… Rarity, why are you giving me that look?”
>She smiled at him with a knowing look, eyes half closed.
“Darling, I am a fashionista, and that means I have learned to see what people think of me and others. It helps in knowing their tastes and styles of course, but also their intentions for wearing their clothing.”
>You cross your arms and chuckle
>”And what? You think I’m hiding something?”
“Did I ever mention you hiding anything?”
>”People hide their emotions all the time, Rarity. And besides, you weren’t exactly being subtle in your interrogation.”
“And despite your efforts, you shared more than you know.”
>You started to get pissed off.
>”Alright, if you’re such a mind reader, what do you THINK I said?”
“Well I assume that everything you said about you being from Mare-ami and you meeting Pinkie Pie is true, and yes she does typically try to meet everyone during a vacation, and she did go to Mare-ami with her family, but there was no mention of them. Curious.”
>”She wasn’t with them at the time, I guess.”
“Oh no, that much was obvious, but that would mean she went out of her way to. Then speaking to strangers she didn’t know anything about, including an admittedly handsome hunk of a man, showing off his stringy muscles to her and wooing her with his sense of humor. And he just so happened to be transferring to her school. And she was all too enthusiastic to introduce you to the school, and to her friend. Another curiosity.”
>”I don’t like what you’re implying, Rarity.”
>Rarity’s smug smile only grew wider, placing one hand on her hip.
“Well, did you like what Pinkie was implying?”
>”She didn’t imply anything. She stated I was a hard worker.”
“Was the work the only thing that was hard, darling?”
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>”Rarity, I’m getting sick and tired of this. Stop trying to make up a story like some lawyer grasping at straws!!”
“Well to quote my favorite novel, ‘the truth fears no investigation’, darling. And besides, there were many things you did that gave yourself away. Pinkie did too. The way you look at each other, the banter you have, how you two are always so close to one another, aww, it's something straight out of a romantic novel~!”
>Rarity let out a dreamy sigh while clasping her hands and looking up at the ceiling
>You are utterly shocked. You were never this easy to read. Then again, you never exactly talked to people, let alone in such an open and care free way like with Pinkie.
>And it seems like you didn’t give Rarity enough credit. Her mind is as sharp as her sense of fashion.
>You get up in her face while pointing at her and whispering
>”You may like drama, Rarity, but I want none of it. Yes, I like Pinkie, and she likes me, and I won’t have you embarrass her by telling everyone. Keep your mouth shut.”
“My word! What do you take me for?”
>”Someone who is going to start trouble.”
>Rarity grasped at her crystal geode while gasping.
“Now that would just make me an awwwwwful friend not just to you, but to Pinkie Pie. I didn’t mean to imply that, Anonymous, I simply wished to tease you, darling. Your secret is safe with me, but only on two conditions…”
>Oh brother, you don’t like where this is going.”
>”Name them.”
“First, please keep me informed on your pursuit of Pinkie. Do bear in mind you don’t have to--ahem--kiss and tell, as it were.”
>You were relieved to hear that
“I simply wish to see how your relationship grows. And second, I will have the privilege to tease you about said relationship.”
>Oh, that wasn’t that bad at all, actually. Maybe a little annoying for you, but maybe this might come in handy later…
>”I see. I agree to those terms.”
“My my, how stoic and noble! Her knight protecting her against blackmail so that her feelings can be protected. So romantic~!”
>Despite her mocking tone, you felt somewhat honored in her saying that. There was a kernel of truth to what she said, after all.
“Ah! And one more thing, and I will not be taking no for an answer, Anonymous. Allow me to make a dashing suit for you.”
>”This wasn’t part of our arrangement.”
“I have altered the deal, pray I don’t alter it any further.”
>You chuckle a little
>”You drive a hard bargain ‘Miss Rarity’. How much will that cost me?”
“Your time, presence and your input, Darling. The rest of the costs are on the house.”
>Maybe she WAS generous after all. You misjudged her completely, and if you weren’t still sore from her reading you like a book, you’d even apologize for the whole ordeal. In fact, maybe you will when the time comes. Maybe she can help you out more than you initially thought.
>”Say, is Pinkie still in the bathroom?”
“Yes! #2, if you were wondering. Twilight was right, I shouldn’t have had those quesadillas!”
>Rarity was disgusted, while you were amused.
“You two are really disgusting!”
>You and Pinkie laugh rather loudly at Rarity’s reaction. She eventually smiles too, your dynamic together seems to have lighted her mood, and evidently, yours too. 
…
>Despite Pinkie trying to quell the quesadilla que-tastraphy (Fuck you, I suck at alliteration), you two were able to go to class pretty early, with minutes to spare. Looking at the room around you, it seemed to have posters of historical events, economic graphs, and warnings to follow certain rules. You’ve always liked history and the humanities. Sure, math, English and science were nice subjects with their uses, but history was the study of man, including their success and failures and how they have shaped how we live. 
>You loved learning about the stories of tribals, kings, nobles, peasants, workers, politics, war, art, everything fascinated you. 
>But sadly you started to hate it as you got older. Not because it was boring, but because you saw a pattern emerging.
>Of leaders who would rather throw away morality and mortalities for properties and some form of ‘dignity’. 
>Of egotists exploiting people, to then show off their exploits as a virtue.
>Of poor souls suffering and fighting for false causes, by force, or simply for survival, all because of greater forces who they do not fully understand condemning them to that fate.
>It made you wonder how the world was filled with stories like this time and time and time again.
>When remembering the tragedy that is human history, a quote comes to mind, “It is sweet and proper to die for one's country”. You remember the great lie that tricks and haunts people to this day, and you are powerless to stop it.
“Attention class, there will be no talking until I say otherwise.”
>The class pays attention to this stern looking woman.
>You are slightly irritated that she disrupted your train of thought, but at least you could work around this.
>The invention of paper, and other paper like materials, such as papyrus, gave many benefits to the civilizations that used them.
>Today, you are going to use it to communicate and subvert an authoritarian classroom
“As you may recall, if you even had bothered to pay attention to the board, today we will discuss civics, governance and debate between ourselves about the topics we learn.”
>You wrote down on a sticky note
>”What’s her problem?”
> You put the sticky note on her skirt so that the teacher wouldn’t see you pass it.
>Pinkie responds
“Mrs. Harshwhinny has always been a big meanie. I hate social studies because of her.”
>You wrote back
>”No kidding. I can make this more fun for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
>”Trust me, you’ll see.”
>Pinkie simply smiles. She loves surprises, after all.
>Mrs. Harshwhinny droned on about ancient civilizations, the types of governments and their origins, and finally during the latter half of class, she wished for the class to start a debate.
“If anyone would like to express a view first, please be inclined to let me know by raising your hand. If no one does, I’ll simply find a ‘volunteer’”.
>You raise your hand
“I don’t believe we have met. What is your name?”
>”Anonymous, but most call me Anon for short.”
“What a peculiar name. What is it you wish to share with me?”
>”It is my view that all governments are corrupt, and that the government that governs least indeed governs best.”
“Yes, a more libertarian view. Why?”
>”Allow me to explain this with an analogy. In sports, or any game really, there are rules. Now, why do we follow these rules? Anyone?
>Several students answered
“To make things fair?”
“To make it fun?”
“To make sure it's safe and doesn’t get out of control?”
>”It is all of those things and more. Rules are the foundation of not just government, but even of non-government entities, such as tribes and other social groups.”
>”Now, do athletes always play by the rules? Obviously not. Cheating is a problem because it makes things unfair, unsafe, unstructured, and thus unfun, which then begs the question on why the game is played at all.”
“And aNoN,”
>Mrs. Harshwinny paused, as if disgusted by the name that left her mouth.
“You believe that governments are the same way. If they don’t make rules, follow the rules, enforce those rules, and make sure those rules benefit the wider society they govern, then they do not deserve to exist.”
>”Consent of the governed ma’am. That is the basis of any sort of governance.”
“Then might I suggest a different, contrary opinion?”
>You were going to say yes, but she cut you off. 
“While consent of the governed is a necessary part for most parts of governance, we must ask if that is true for every aspect of government. For example, would you legalize drugs, especially those more… dangerous, such as Meth, or Heroin just because the population wanted them?” 
>”I believe if people really want it, they will get what they want, regardless of what authority might say.”
“Answer the question please.”
“Yes. Banning such products does not always deter people. It may even do the opposite, especially without sufficient education regarding them, and making them more dangerous to obtain and consume, thanks to a lack of standards in the black market. Instead, we should educate and regulate, rather than ban. We are making criminals of people who, more likely than not, were already suffering outside of their drug habit.”
“That would be akin to letting students use their phones out of and during class. Do you know what a disaster that would be? Lectures wouldn’t be paid attention to, rules wouldn’t be obeyed, class participation would drop, and assignments would be put off just so that they can use their phones!”
>“If you find that your students would rather talk on the phone rather than talk in a debate, then there might be a problem with how you control the classroom.”
>Silence. Just you, and her, glaring daggers.
“You may have your beliefs, Anon, but I have something you don’t, authority, nor expertise in education, nor of how to keep people in line.”
>You chuckle at what she said, before standing up and extending your arms, palm up.
>”This is the beginning of tyranny, ladies and gentlemen. When those above wish for you to not ask questions, no matter how just they may seem, and when they attack you for being ignorant, rather than educating, watch out!”
>Once again, silence.
>Then a bell rang.
>Pinkie grabbed Anon's arm and ran out the door. Many students follow suit.
“THE BELL DOES NOT DISMISS YOU, I DO--! W-WAIT YOU WILL GET IN TROUBLE IF YOU--!”
>The students didn’t care.
>As you ran with Pinkie.
>You didn’t know where you were taking you, but at that point, you didn’t care.
>You just wanted to stand up for Pinkie, but you thought that you did much better than you thought.
>The fact you weren’t laughed at was already amazing.
>As you make it to the school courtyard, Pinkie looks at you, shocked, and seemingly scared. After panting for a few seconds, she speaks.”
“‘Nonny, do you know how much trouble you could have gotten in?”
>”Yes.”
>You stare at Pinkie Pie with a shit eating grin.
>Pinkie shares a grin, only hers is a different kind. The kind you last saw on the beach.
“Then consider this a thank you”
>She kisses you on the lips. Oh God, you forgot how soft they were, how wet they were, how… good they felt.
>As you disconnect from the kiss, you say something you should have said a while ago, your playful grin replaced with a serious expression.
>”Pinkie, I love you. You’re the best thing in my life.”
>Pinkie grins even harder and becomes excited. She kisses you again, now with her tongue attacking yours.
>As trite as it may sound, you were in heaven. Life was never difficult, but now it wasn’t painful anymore. Now, It felt good. 
>Yet, a question popped up in your mind. Yes, this was was good and all, but was it good enough? Or rather, how far could you take this ecstasy, this freedom, this control, this untouchableness that surged throughout his body.
>Your lips disconnect once more, both of you panting. You break the silence.
>”Pinkie, are you doing well in the next class?”
“Yeah, it's home ed. It's pretty easy, baking teaches you pretty much everything you need to know already.”
>Music to your ears
>”Perfect. Have you ever skipped a class before, Pinkie?”
“‘Nonny, don’t be silly, of course I haven’t”
>You eye her with a smile
“Oh ‘Noners, come on, home ed isn’t that bbbaaaaaddddd~”
>You grab her left breast and start to play with it
>She lets out sharp, yet quiet moan
>She looks at you eyes half shut, mouth agape slightly, just looking into your eyes. It was as if your eyes were hypnotizing her into following your lead.
>”You know, I think there is one chapter that your home ed class doesn’t cover. Would you like to learn it with me?”
>She smiles softly, and simply gives you a slight nod.
>You let go of her breast and grab her hand. You walk side by side, looking at each other, as if staring at marvels of nature. 
>And speaking of nature, you were about to live according to yours.