Fuck You, Mrs. Gray.

>Morning
>Your pet fluffy is awake this early? That's suprising
>Tell fluffy you need to go to school
>"Noooo! Daddy no weave fwuffy!!"
"It's okay, fluffy, just remember to eat if you get hungry and only shit in the litterbox."
>"No, pweeese!! Fwuffy wan' go scoo' too! Pweese ta' fwuffy to scoo!!?"
>He's adorable, but you HAVE to go to school!
>Maybe he can stay in your backpack... maybe he won't make that much noise...
>Put fluffy in your backpack and tell him that if he makes any noise, he's in big trouble
>Fluffy pony smiles giddily because he gets to go with daddy
>Go find mom and tell her you're ready to go
>
>Fluffy pony has been surprisingly good at school
>He didn't make any noise at all; in fact, he slept in your bag most of the time
>Your friends all got a kick out of watching him eat pizza at lunch - he couldn't tell the difference between that and spaghetti
>He even managed to hold his shit until you took him to the bathroom
>Last period, and fluffy is sleeping sound
>Algebra 2; god damn it, you hate Mrs. Gray
>She's a fat bitch who enforces stupid rules no other teacher enforces (No bags at your desks, no chewing gum, etc.)
>One time she took a pair of your headphones you weren't even listening to (you had one hanging out of your shirt collar) and, a week later, gave them back to you, broken

>But the period's almost over, and you're almost in the clear
>Mrs. Gray is doing her usual evil serial killer-style-stalking around everyone's shoulders to make sure you're all doing your work
>She's fucking leaning over you, you swear to christ
>You get nervous
>Sweaty palms
>Your pen slips out of your hands easily
>Flies off the desk
>Lands in your bag
>Apparently it nailed fluffy pony right in the nose because it started crying immediately
>Mrs. Gray reaches a fat, calloused hand into your bag and grips your pet a little too hard for your liking
>"WHAT IS THIS?"
"Uhh, oh-, oh jesus..."
>"DO NOT TAKE THE LORDS NAME IN VEIN, YOU IMBECILE, WHAT IS THIS?"
"It's, it's a fluffy pony, it's my fluffy pony..." you mutter
>"WELL IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN IN THE SCHOOL, AS YOU VERY WELL KNOW, MR. ANON!! THIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME I'VE CAUGHT YOU WITH CONTRABAND IN MY CLASS ROOM, YOU KNOW!!"

"It's really only the second, but, wha-"
>"WELL I'M GOING TO BE TAKING YOUR LITTLE TOY HOME WITH ME AND YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK ON FRIDAY"
>Fluffy pony is screaming about the, "FAT MUNSTA!" the whole time
"But Mrs. Gray, that's not a toy, that's my pet!"
>"OH YOU IDIOTIC TWERPS GET SOOO ATTACHED TO YOUR LITTLE TOYS, YOU'LL LIVE."
>Mrs. Gray waddles over to her desk with your best friend in her hand, and plops her fat ass down in her desk
>She opens up a drawer full of junk, and jams your fluffy inside it
>*sprghh*
>She wipes some blood off her fat hand onto her skirt
>
>Friday, last period
>Mrs. Gray stops you before you can leave
>She reaches into her drawer and pulls out the rotting, broken carcass of your fluffy pony
>Shoves it in your hands
>"DON'T LET ME CATCH YOU WITH THAT TOY IN MY CLASS AGAIN, OR IT'S DETENTION."