"Come on, Twist, don't you wan't your glasses?" asked Diamond Tiara, as she mockingly held them just beyond the red-head filly's reach.
"Thtop it, Tiara! Give them back!" she demanded, while vainly jumping for her purple glasses.
Every lunch it was the same deal: Twist would be contently playing on her own, and then Tiara would humiliate her. "Well if you're not grabbing them, you must not want them!" she abruptly smashed the spectacles to the ground and grinding them into the pavement with her hoof. She laughed a cruel laugh, as Twist tried to flee the scene with whatever little dignity she had left. However Diamond Tiara would have none of that, and the spoilt Earth Pony knocked Twist into the ground, her once pristeen cream coat now covered in dirt.
"Why a-are you doing thith?" Asked twist.
"Worthless lumps like you make me sick! You are the most annoying filly I ever saw. Your ugly glasses, your ugly red hair, and your annoying lisp! You are thrash!" she screamed, blindly stomping her with her hooves.
Twist let loose a shreik of pain loud enough to wake up Discord. Though in the thick forest-like bushes so far on the edge of the vast school playground, mixed with the usual chatter of excited fillies and colts shouting and chatting, her shreik went unheard.
"And you know what else? You will never be able to even protect yourself! You are too afraid! You are nothing! You are so low, I wouldn't even let Daddy employ you for slavery!" she screamed into Twist's ear. Twist was mortified at this stage. She just huddled in the dirt in the fetal position, tears rolling down her wounded cheek, and snot dripping down her nose. Upon seeing her like this, Diamond Tiara laughed triumphantly, and left the scene.
Twist didn't even have the will to get off the ground. Her spirit, and some of her ribs, were broken beyond repair, not to mention her glasses. Those were the pair she wore every day since she was first able to walk. They were her grandmothers when she was a filly, and her grandmothers when she was a filly. And now they were nothing more than bits of shattered glass and plastic. There was nothing she could do. Nothing but try to soothe herself with the sounds of her own rage-filled tears. Oh, how she wished she could get back at that dreadful bitch. How she wished she could do the same to her precious tiara. But, as the tyranic pink pony had said before, she would never be able to fight back.
Seconds later, the school bell rang, it's sound reverbing across the playground. Yet Twist didn't bother to even stand up. She saw no point in attending class. "I-I'm jutht the motht utheletth filly in equethtria..." she whimpered to herself, as she felt even more tears began to travel up her tear ducts.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was beginning to rain. She could feel the first of many raindrops collide with her coat. And yet, she still didn't budge. She figured she rather die out in the cold, then suffer any more abuse from Diamond Tiara.
Drip Drip Drip.
Pretty soon the rain began to pour down on all fronts. A full on thunderstorm was imminent. Not that she cared, of course.
"Twist? Twist? Where are you?" She heard a voice of concern call out to her. "Twist!" She could then hear the sound of hooves approaching. It was Cheerilee. She must have noticed her abscence.
"Twist, what are you do- agh!" she barked at her student, before realising the horrible state she was in. "What happened to you?" her voice was a mix of concern and anger. Twist sluggishly moved her head, to see her solemn face, and a pair of violent eyes. Just like the ones Diamond Tiara always looked at her with. The filly curled back up into the fetal position, and continued to silently sob.
Cheerilee turned to notice her student's favorite, and only pair of glasses, cruelly and heartlessly decimated. The purple mare's eyes widened, as she realised what was going on. She placed a gentle hoof on the little pony before, only to feel her freeze up when she did. With a sigh, she sofly scooped Twist up into her arms. She also picked up the mangled corpse of Twist's spectacles with her teeth, and walked back into the classroom.
As she carried the battered pony, she could hear her inconsistant breathing, and sniffling. "Shh... everything is alright now. Everything will be OK. I promise you, everything will be OK..."
The class was exactly what you would expect it to be when the teacher was absent. Students were screaming, shouting, and generally fooling around. The classroom looked like a pack of Diamond Dogs were just let loose. Tables were knocked over, students were climbing over everything possible, and dissonant voices littered the air.
The door burst open, slamming against the wall, attracting the silence and attention from the students. In the door stood a deathly silent Cheerilee and a battered pony. Some ponies didn't even know who she was, others vaguely remembered her, and only one pony spoke out in concern. It was Apple Bloom. "Twist? What happened to 'ya?"
"Which one of you did this?". The teacher's tone made the question sound retorical, rather than genuinely asking, hinting she may have known who was to blame.
The class didn't even make a sound. Hell, some weren't even paying attention, too caught up in quaint daydreams and notepad doodling to care.
"WHO. DID. THIS?" She screamed.
The class was once again silent.
Twist weakly began tugging on her teacher's mane, trying to get her attention. "It doethn't matter... I am jutht a worthletth pony..." The statement made Cheerilee even more enraged. "If the culpret doesn't make herself known, there will be severe..."
It was getting more and more difficult for Twist to hear what she was saying, despite her being inches apart from her lips. She felt her vision fading, as well, soon her consciousness faded as well, dropping to the floor like a rag doll.
Oh hot dawg, what have I done? Part two is up soon. And this will be only three chapters long at most. I promise I will finish my works from now on. But don't expect anything past three chapters.