Silent was the Storm Ch1

(Fri)day overcast in Canterlot High
Be Norman [spoiler]what an original way to start[/spoiler]
>Eating cereals in the kitchen, parents already left,
>You’re trying to decipher your mother’s handwriting with your brain still asleep:
>“Morning Sleepyhead,
>Today you’ll have to take the bus to go to school and to come back, I am spending the day with my sister so I need my car and your father had to go to work earlier.
>Have a good day. Mom.”
>Well taking the bus isn’t your favorite way to go around, but it isn’t too much of a bother either, the bus stop is fairly close to home.
>Once the contents of the note have successfully been absorbed by your neurons, another information deemed relevant is perceived.
>“… finally, I’d like to remind to all our listeners to take an umbrella or a good waterproof coat if they have to go outside today, ‘cuz it’s quite likely that we’ll get ourselves one good little storm over our pretty town, but another option would be to just stay inside where it’s warm and dry and listen with me to Sapphire Shores’latest hit: …”
>Following data from: “radio” deemed unnecessary/retarded, shutting down feed.
>You wonder just how “little” is said storm, that radio host is always being way too blurry with the forecast.
>Guess you’ll have to find out yourself. You take a simple grey umbrella from the hall and head towards the bus stop.

>Be Teach’ Anon
>Friday afternoon
>Be stuck in after class detention.
>Clarification: You’re stuck watching a student in afternoon detention.
>This is a bit of an annoyance, you were supposed to have all afternoon free today, the entire school was supposed to!
>Something about the number of class hours already done being over the quotas.
>You’re betting you’ll have to do over-time near the end of the year due to some screw up with the calculation though.
>However, one student did something stupid and got punished for it.
>I mean, who on earth thinks it is a good idea to try a potentially explosive chemical experiment on the school bus?
>Although, as a certain other student said, a rainbow colored explosion certainly does sound pretty “bradical”.
>And it could’ve been just that and you could have just left the school on that note, because Principal Celestia decided to watch the after school detention of Miss Sparkle so everyone else could go.
>But, M Normal had to play the hero.
>Or pretend to be a lot dumber than he really is.
“So when you saw how sad Miss Sparkle was when our Principal scolded her you tried to take the bullet?”
>“Yeah… But Miss Celestia saw through it. And she gave me detention for trying to cover Pur-“
>He coughs.
>“I meant, Twi’… So here I am… Wasting your afternoon… Sorry Sir.”
>You smile, when will this kid learn to stop trying to shoulder everyone else’s problems?
>Half of your brain wants to congratulate him for his behavior.
>And the other half wants to slap some sense in his mind until his face is a pulp.
>You can’t decide on the best course of action so you turn your attention to the window.
>Droplets of rain start to appear on the glass, you curse under your breath.
“Shit, it’s raining.
I don’t like the rain. Something about it makes me a bit too melancholic than I like to be. Also, I have no idea why it has this effect on me, and that’s annoying...”
>Norman stares at you, your small speech surprised him.
Sorry about that Norman, I didn’t want to weird you out.
>“Huh… No t’is okay I was just surprised… Well I guess I kinda understand you… Rain makes everything looks darker… Like time went faster and so nightfall is closer, we somehow wasted some of our time and we’re already older… Or something like… That?”
>Now it’s your turn to be surprised, you didn’t expect him to have some sort of answer to your question; you must have exactly the same look on your face than the one Norman had a minute ago.
>You smile, you know there is something more than that for “Why does the rain does that to you? But this answer is enough progress to lift your mood.
“So, how many times do you still have to write…
>You take a breath.
“I will let justice runs its course, even if it means leaving a friend behind, for one must face the consequences of their actions. Also, I will not lie to the Principal, nor will I lie to anyone else, except on certain and extremely rare occasions for the protection of my life or life of another.”
>Another breath.
“… Before reaching a hundred times?”
>“42 times to go…”
“Good enough for me, pack your things.”
>“Thanks, but I’ll still have to wait for Pur-… Twilight, our friends are also waiting in the library.”
“No matter, I’ll try to convince our beloved Principal to have mercy on her, also, I don’t think Miss Dash has enough patience to wait for more than an hour in the library.”
>“Depends if she found a Daring Do or Mare Do Well she hasn’t read yet. Pink however…”
“She reads these? I thought the target audience was young kids.”
>“It is, but don’t remind her.”
>You chuckle as you lock the door of the classroom once Norman is out.
>To your surprise, Twilight and the Principal are walking towards you, chatting casually.
>“Ha Mister Anon, perfect timing, Miss Sparkle just finished her punishment, I must say I did not think one could finally put some order in those old documents so fast.”
>That’s Twilight to you. She’s simply beaming under the praise of the principal. The crying fit of this morning a distant memory.
“Well, Miss Principal, I guess it is time to say goodbye and see you on Monday.”
>“Not yet, Mister Anon. Would you mind helping me make sure no student get locked inside the building for the entire week-end? I wouldn’t be too surprised to see some afternoon class activities, such as waiting for classmates in detention.”
You chuckle; this woman’s sixth sense is akin to premonition.
“Very well, I’ll make sure these two are outside before starting with the library.”
>“Thank you, in that case I’ll go towards the cafeteria. Have a nice week end you two and, please, try to avoid another afternoon such as this one.”
>“See you on Monday!” chime the young girl.
>“Have a good afternoon.” adds the boy.
>When you reach the entrance of the school you notice the storm is getting worse by the second, sending kids under such weather could be a punishable offense for all you know, you watch in awe as trees in the distance seems to waltz to the rhythm of an inaudible orchestra.
“Quick question: does one of you have a car?”
>“Nope, my mother is using it and Twi’ doesn’t have one.”
“What about your friends?”
>“Brad has one, but if the entire gang was waiting for us, I don’t think we’ll have enough room.”
“Good call. Well fine, I’ll drive you two home once the building is locked. Stay in the hall while I do the tour, ‘kay?”
>“Sure thing, Mister Anon!”
>“Yessir.”
>As you turn to leave you hear your phone ringing, a quick glance on the screen gives you the name of the one calling you: Edward Discord.
>“Hello Anon my boy, how is your afternoon? Boring I guess, correct?”
“Well, watching over student in detention is hardly entertaining, but someone has to do it. However, I bet you didn’t phone me for this.”
>“Hahaa! As sharp as ever I see! Excellent, you’ll need it soon enough.”
Saying that you’re getting used to the antics of you colleague would be a lie, but something in his speech pattern appears off to you, you can’t pinpoint the reason, but you’re getting worried.
>“Now I will need all your attention Anon, do I have it? ‘Cuz I’m about to make my serious face, and few ever saw my serious face, especially when I’m on the phone.”
>A silence, your brain takes a second to understand that Edward is expecting an answer.
“I’m listening.”
>“If you’re not using all you attention I’ll be wasting my serious face, so make sure to pay attention. Okay, ready? Here I go!”
>A pause [spoiler] to prepare the serious face.[/spoiler]
>“Whatever you do, do not go outside as long as the storm rages. In fact do not go to your car, no matter what.”
>Another silence, the time needed for your brain to record how serious Edward sounds. The habit of hearing his usually so carefree way of talking makes the situation fairly uncomfortable.
>A shiver runs down your spine.
“Edward, if this is a brand new prank to give me the creeps, it worked so please cut it short and let’s laugh about how gullible I am.”
>At the very second you end your plea you hear a crack of thunder, you turn your head just in time to watch as a tree dangerously close to your car turns in the blink of an eye from a healthy oak to a giant bonfire before falling heavily on top of your-
“My car…”
>“Ha? You won’t try to get in anymore? Okay good… Sorry about your Renault.”
“H-h-how? How did you?”
>“Sorry Anon, but these questions will have to wait, we’re lacking time. Listen carefully. Do not go outside as long as the storm rages and no matter what do not wander alone. The problem is: you’re not alone in the school; however, it is also the solution. Regroup with the others, stick together, work together and do not wander alone! If you follow my advice we’ll eat a delicious breakfast on Monday made by Legrand while laughing about what is about to happen. Now the power is about to go off and so is the phone network, so I wish you all a pleasant night and the best of luck. You’re gonna nee-“
>As you wait to hear the last syllable the lights around you flicker for a second before dying all at once.
>A shiver runs down your spine.