I Hate Mondays
Ch.35: I Hate Mondays
Stepping into the classroom, I was relieved to see no one there yet. I made my way over to my station, setting the mitts down. I frowned.
How could this be? How could someone accuse me of this? Of something so evil?
I shook my head, seeing Granny Smith enter the room. She said nothing but gave me a respectful nod. It appeared she did not believe the tale. The class soon filed in, and Granny Smith could only shake her head as they crowded around me.
"You little prick" a tall student sneered at me.
"He's small alright. That's why he's gotta stoop so low" another laughed.
Even Pinkie was frowning at me, looking disappointed. The students then retreated to their stations and the class began. I was quiet during the course. Pinkie, who usually made conversation while we baked, was silent. It seemed the love I had felt from my fellow students had vanished.
Sometimes, we are saved by the bell. Other times, we are saved by a phone call. Granny Smith walked over to the classroom's phone and answered it.
"Hello Principal Celestia!" she said cheerfully. She listened for a moment and nodded, the students beginning to whisper.
She then covered the phones ears. "David, Principal Celestia would like to see you. Her and a few others."
Nodding, I gathered my things and left.
After all, I was seemingly being sent to the gallows. I might as well make it quick.