Applebloom was awakened by Big MacIntosh yanking her blanket off of her tiny yellow body.

"Applebloom, Yer movin' to a different class. Miss Cheerilee isn't good enough for mah little sister. She ain't good at teachin'" He growled, his coat appearing grayer that usual. "Yer movin' to Miss Lead Line's class. Ah had her when I wuz just a little colt. No buts. Move yer flank, little sis. Lead Line never accepted tardy lil' fillies." And with that, the red stallion pushed the filly out of her bed.

"Big Mac! What tha buc-" She never got to finish her sentence as a large hoof kicked her back.

"NO BACK TALKIN'!" He roared, roughly nudging her out the door.

Applebloom shot him an angry glare and clenched her lunch in her teeth. She stumbled out of the green door way that lead to the sweet outside.

"Hey Scoot! Maybe we added a bit too much cat vomit and not enough sweat." She mumbled, pointing backwards at a leering MacIntosh.

"MOVE YER BUCKIN' FLANK, APPLEBLOOM!"

"W-we should probably get going."

So as they trotted up to the play ground, Scootaloo and the yellow earth pony discussed what had happened not moments ago.  

"You have to move to Old Liney's class!? I heard that if you don't get there on time, even by a fraction of a second, she spanks you! And, And, if you forget to dot an I or cross a T, she ties your mane to the top of the black board with a dunce hat and you have to listen from there and then do a test for what we had talked about in class to make sure you're really listening! ON TOP OF THE BLACK BOARD!" The small pegasus rambled, motioning her way through her elaborate tale she had heard from Diamond Tiara, the most accurate source of information of course. So as they moped through the double doors and dragged themselve to their respective classrooms, neither of them had a cheery expression painted across their face.

"Namby Pamby?" Applebloom could hear the stout, pigeon like voice of a middle aged mare as she wandered precariously into the stark white class room