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 Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 10:59 am
Glory came back into her home, wiping her hooves on the mat at the door and heading back into the back where the small classroom is set up. She smiles at Scent and Draft, goes behind her desk and takes a deep breath in. She hadn't done this before so she hoped that it went well. "First of all, let me say what a joy it is to have your children in my class Scent Puff! Taquita is sharp as a tack and Draft has so much energy..I uh..haven't seen PARTY much..." she drifts off a second before coughing and going on. "However, the reason I called you here today is because I am concerned about some of the things that Draft is uh..hearing in his living enviroment. I've tried to schedual some time to talk to TACO about this and keeps saying to come over to his house for martinis to discuss it so..you know how his mind goes.." She smiles sheepishly at the black mare.
"Draft has been repeating a few uh..things..that no phony his age should know. Things such as..." she scans the paper in front of her "school is only good for picking up cheerleaders" and "Papa always says girls ask to see his "cutie mark" all the time!" and I've also been informed that TACO cannot even read." She looks seriously up at Scent Puff. "Scent, we're friends, and I know the you're children were..." she looks at Draft trying to think how to say it without sounding bad.. "conceived in vitro...and you're mostly on your own but you need to be aware of these things. Every phony should love their father but..." She sort of helplessly gestures. "I've had the same problems with Taquita but not to the same extent thankfully.."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 11:09 am
Scent watched as the other mare entered. She admired the other as she had to patience to put up with so many young ones. She could barely keep her own three contained. At least her daughter was calm enough. Her sons, however, kept her on her hooves. She sweatdroped at the mare's mention PARTY's lack of school attendance.
"Ah oui, sadlee 'ez fazear uzually 'az 'im. Taquita an Draft ztay wiz me," she nodded but grew rather....serious....looking when Glory mentioned Draft having a less than perfect living environment. Not that she was offend, hardly. She wasn't the doting, gushing mother that the others seemed to be. Even those with blisters seemed more motherly than her. All she could do is roll her eyes at any mention of TACO talking about father related things.
Draft felt like he wanted to hide. He knew what was coming. Oh maaaaan, this was gonna be bad. He couldn't help his questions! And...and wasn't school for learning!? He looked up at his mother when Glory suddenly rattled off some of the things he had said. Now....he was in trouble.
Scent looked absolutely appauled. Her children, even her darling Taquita, were REPEATING things they heard from that idiot! As they were read off her normally black face had a very red tint to it. Her ice blue eyes glared down at at her son, "DRAFT PUNK! "ave you been zayeng zez zings in CLASS?"
Draft eeped as his mother glared at him. He didn't want to get in trouble, that would mean she'd take away his keyboard again. He was desperate. So he did the only thing he could think of. "No mama!! I didn't say any of those things! Ms. Glory...is lieing. She just doesn't like me because...." because why come on think!!!..."Because of who papa is!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 12:27 pm
Morning Glory gasped, her jeweled eyes wide. "Draft Punk! I never thought I would hear lies coming from such a kind young colt!" The unicorn looks very hurt at his accusation. "While it's true, I don't agree with your fathers...parenting style.. it is my concern over you and your siblings growing up into good phonies and earning your cutie marks that spurred me to have this discussion with your mother! I suppose next you will be coming into class telling me a dog ate your homework." Glory's nose wrinkled and she turned to the black board, a eraser floated up and started wiping away that day's lessons. "I simply will not tolerate such behavior in my class. Scent, take him home and home school him." The teacher looked over her shoulder at Draft sadly. "I'm afraid you will never earn your cutie mark now Draft." She gave a equally sad look to Scent and turned back to the black board. "Good day to you both.."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 12:44 pm
Scent was a little unsure of who to believe. After all not liking TACO was quite easy to understand but would someone hold that against her children? At first she was mad but then she glanced down at her blurple son.
Draft looked guilty for lieing but he was so worried about getting into trouble he hadn't thought about how Ms. Glory would feel. After all he was lieing on her. Then her comment about him never earning his cutie mark hit home. Lieing wasn't something a good phony does. So, with a look at his mother, he stood up.
"I....I'm sorry Ms. Glory," he started bawling, "I didn't mean to lie! I didn't know it was wrong to say those things! You never told me they were! You...you always just smiled or laughed," he sniffed, "And I didn't want Mama punishing me."
Scent took a deep breath and sighed loudly before putting an arm around around her son. "Mon petit, your fazear 'az a bad 'abeet of zayeng zings zat leetell onez zhould non be zayeng. But I do NON like to know you 'ave lied to me." She glared at him a bit then moved to go to the door, "You are grounded from you keyboard for a week for ze lie. Let uz go. I muzt zink of a way to educate you now."
Draft sniffled and went to follow his mother, he looked back at Ms. Glory's back. "I really am sorry I lied Ms. Glory. I'll...I'll always tell the truth now. Goodbye."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 12:54 pm
"Wait..." Glory turned and looked down at Draft. "It's true, I didn't tell you that you shouldn't say those things in class. That was my fault and I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to think bad of your father for saying bad things." She smiled. "Tell you what Draft..I'll forgive you, if you forgive me..deal?" She stuck her hoof out. "But no more lies mister or I really will have to remove you from my class! I hope you learned something about Honesty out of this." She looks at Scent and smiles. "You can go ahead and take him home, as I'm sure you want to have a talk with him..but I expect him here tomorrow as usual."
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 1:04 pm
Draft blinked as he was asked to stop. Was she going to yell at him some more? But he was surprised when she admited she just hadn't wanted him to think badly of his papa. Draft never thought badly of his papa! He smiled, even if he sniffled a bit, "Aww I never think bad of papa. I know some people....well don't know how to take him." He grinned.
"Ok Ms. Glory. I forgive you too. And no more lies. Honest!" he giggled then sweatdropped as he was told to go on home. Oh yeah this day was going to get so much better.
"Oui....an LONG conveerzazion," she gave her son a very unhappy look, "And 'e weel return tomorrow. DRAFT!" she walked out with her son in tow. He could tell this was gonna be a very very VERY long conversation. And one that would involve an angry phone call to his father.
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