As the girl walked through the halls of Griffonstone High School, A large, dark-skinned teen with cornrows approached her. He was wearing baggy jeans, and oversized wife beater, work boots, and a gold chain around his neck.

“Damn, girl.” He smirked, watching her hips sway as she walked, “You got a poppin’ booty.”

The girl scoffed, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket that exposed her midriff. “Piss off, fucker. You aren’t getting any.”

The boy looked back at her rear, which was covered by her leather leggings. He whistled, cat-calling to her. “You sure, girl? You got all that, and nobody to hit it. You’re missin’ out, shawty.”

The girl growled and spun around to stare the boy down, her white and purple feathered bangs covering one eye. “Your cornrows must be rolled too tight if you think it’s a good idea to hit on me. Get the fuck out of here, before I beat you senseless. Try anything stupid, and your own mom won’t even be able to recognize you by the time I’m done.”

The boy laughed, “Oh, you’re kinky, huh? I can get into that, girl.” He tried to put his hand on her hip, but she slapped it away.

“This is your last chance, shithead. Fuck off. I’m not like the rest of the sluts that go to this school, got it?! I’m not gonna ride your two inches of terror.”

“The fuck you mean two inches?” The boy said, starting to get in her face. “The other dudes here ain’t got nothin’ on this dick. You want proof? Sounds like it to me. Let’s go over to the janitor’s closet and I’ll show you, girl.” He smirked, smacking the girls toned butt hard before giving it a rough squeeze. This immediately resulted in the boy being thrown into a row of lockers.

“DON’T EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” The girl screamed as she repeatedly punched the boy in the face, bystanders egging her on and recording the one-sided fight with their cellphones. The girl then grabbed the boy’s head with both hands and struck him in the face with her knee, causing his nose to break, and a few teeth to fly out. A roar sounded from the crowd as this happened. His nose began to leak blood, staining the hallway’s tiles and lockers. The girl didn’t let up, moving the focus of her attack to the boy’s left eye, punching and scratching at it with her sharp, but surprisingly short fingernails until the optical organ was a mass of bloodied and bruised skin. At that point, the school security had broken through the crowd of students and dragged the screaming girl to the principal’s office.

“LET ME GO!” She hollered, “I’M NOT FINISHED WITH THAT MOTHERFUCKER!”

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The principal sighed in irritation, “This is the fifth time this month, Gilda!” He stood up from his chair, slamming his hands on the desk. “And this time, the student you beat up had to be rushed to the emergency room! You shattered his nose, knocked out four of his teeth, and from what the doctors told me, he’ll be half blind in that eye for the rest of his life, if it ever fully recovers!”

Gilda simply scoffed, flipping her white and purple bangs out from in front of her eyes. “Well, he deserved it! If he hadn’t been perving on me, and grabbing my ass, this never would’ve happened.”

“So you say. But if it wasn’t him, then it would’ve been someone else. You know the type of kids we have at this school! Besides, I’m not surprised you get that type of attention with the type of clothes you wear.”

“Seriously?! Fuck you, man. I don’t dress like this to get guys to ogle me. I dress this way because it’s what I like to wear.”

The man slammed his fist down on the desk. “That’s besides the point, Gilda! We can not have this type of behavior anymore. I’m going to have to call your parents. You’re being expelled from Griffonstone High.”

“Oh, I’m so scared. You think I give a shit? I say good fucking riddance, you old coot. Fuck this place!” Gilda stood up, kicking her chair back against the wall, leaving a large hole in it in the process, then stormed to the door, her combat boots thumping loudly on the tiled floor. “I hope one day someone burns this shithole down, with all of you in it!” She screamed, slamming the door so hard that the hinges rattled.

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“Where did we go wrong?” Gilda’s mother asked her husband, sobbing loudly in a cushioned chair. Gilda’s father was rubbing his wife’s back in an attempt to comfort her while simultaneously yelling at his rebellious teen daughter.

“What were you thinking, Gilda? You always do this kind of thing! Now you have to change schools again! Why would you go and get yourself expelled like that? Didn’t you learn your lesson last time we had to move?”

“Fuck you, Dad, the guy was trying to get in my pants! You know I don’t tolerate that shit. Nobody can fucking grab my ass and get away without me kicking them up and down the fucking street!”

“Don’t swear in front of your mother, young lady!” Her father shot back in an authoritative tone as Gilda’s mother grew even more violent with her sobbing, her whole body shaking as she covered her face with her hands. “Go to your room while we decide where to send you next, and you’d better hope and pray that it’s not military school this time.”

“Military school?! Ha! Those fuckers wouldn’t be able handle me for a minute!” Gilda yelled back before walking upstairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

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“Canterlot High? No way, Dad! Everyone at that school is a bunch of fucking dweebs!”

“Gilda, I’m sorry, but we’re at our wits end. It’s the only other place we can send you where you have family willing to house you. Uncle Hawkeye has generously offered up a guest room for you in his house, and your mother and I can’t handle you anymore.”

“Uncle Hawkeye? Well at least it won’t be all bad. He won’t make a big deal about me smoking in the house like you two do. I mean seriously, Dad, it’s just weed.”

“It’s a drug, Gilda. We don’t tolerate illegal substances in this household.” Her father said with a frown of disapproval.

“Pfft. Whatever. I’m gonna go pack so I don’t have to listen to you and Mom talk shit about me. When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow, 7:00 A.M. on the 506 shuttle bus.”

“Good riddance.” Gilda sneered and flipped her parents the bird before she slammed her bedroom door again, lazily tossing a mass of clothes into a beat up duffel bag.

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“Hey, Gil.” Hawkeye said as the girl walked into his house. “So, Ironwings and his wife kicked you out, huh?”

“Yep, and sent me to the pansy-ass school here.” Gilda scoffed, then smirked. “But it’s good to see you, Unc. Lemme hit that.” She said, as her uncle finished puffing a marijuana cigarette.

“It’s good weed, man. My dealer calls it, ‘The Element of Harmony’.” He chuckled as he passed his niece the large blunt. Gilda took a large hit, coughing a bit as she blew out the smoke.

“Damn, that’s some strong shit.”

“I know, right.” Hawkeye said as he nodded his tattooed head, several of his piercings jingling in the process. “Now listen here, dude, I hate school as much as the next guy, and I know it sucks balls, but if you wanna stay here with me, you gotta stay in school. Trust me, you’ll be glad you got your diploma. So get in trouble, just not too much. And get half-decent grades, or else your parents will chew my ass out. Hell, if you get any A’s, I’ll even give you my old gravity bong. Deal?”

Gilda smirked. “With an offer like that, how can I refuse?”

“Cool.” Her uncle said before reaching into his pocket. “By the way, I got two tickets to Rot-Trot’s concert tomorrow, wanna come with? It starts after you get outta classes for the day, so no problems there.”

“I have two questions.” Gilda stated, taking another hit of her uncle’s blunt.

“Shoot.”

“Will there be booze?”

“Yep.”

“And weed?”

“No doubt about it.”

“I’m in.”

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Later that evening, Gilda was walking the streets of her new home, trying to find a good clothing store to suit her wardrobe, when she noticed a familiar rainbow-haired girl out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face her old friend before calling to her, a smirk on her face. “Hey, Dash. Long time no see, huh?”

Rainbow turned to the voice that had called her name, and smiled from ear to ear upon seeing her childhood friend. “Gilda?! Holy shit!” She walked to her friend and hugged her. “Wait a sec, I thought you lived in Griffonstone. Why the hell are you here?!”

Gilda chuckled before answering her friend’s question. “Well, long story short, I got in more trouble than usual and was expelled from GHS, so my parents sent me here to go to Canterlot High. I live with my kick-ass uncle now.”

“So you’re gonna be going to school with me now? AWESOME!” The rainbow-haired athlete yelled in excitement before giving Gilda a fist bump. “I wish I could stay and catch up, but I gotta get home. I’ll catch ya later, okay?”

“Definitely. Later, Dash.” Gilda grinned before watching her sporty friend run down the sidewalk.

“Now,” Gilda said to herself, pulling up the GPS on her phone. “Where can I find a Trot Topic around here?”

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“I’m back, Unc!” Gilda yelled from the front door as she walked into her uncle’s house with both arms full of bags filled with black denim and leather clothing items. She set the bags in her room before making her way to the kitchen. “What’s for dinner? You’re still a kick-ass cook, right?”

“You know it!” Hawkeye chuckled , standing in front of the stove in his large kitchen. “I hope your mom’s vegan shit didn’t rub off on you. You’re still a carnivore, right? ” He joked, his niece chuckling in response. He handed her a plate filled with a large steak and bacon-wrapped green beans. “Go ahead and grab yourself a beer from the fridge. Get me one, too.”

Gilda did as her uncle asked and sat down at the dinner table, putting her plate on her lap before kicking her legs up onto the table. She cracked her beer open and took a swig before scanning the spacious kitchen. “Damn, Unc. You’re doin’ pretty well for yourself, huh?”

“Yep.” Hawkeye chuckled, “Lots of stupid kids coming in to get regrettable tattoos nowadays, plus some of my art’s been sponsored by some pretty big names. That Trenderhoof dude really likes modern art. Besides, I needed an upgrade from my old place, anyway. Oh, that reminds me, I didn’t have any more space in my room for the new flat screen i got, so it’s in your room. I threw in my old surround sound rig and PlayStallion 4 with a couple games. Wifi password’s taped to your computer desk. You’re welcome.”

“Holy shit, you’re the best, Unc! Why didn’t I get expelled from Griffonstone earlier on?” She laughed.

“Beats the shit outta me. I can’t believe you dealt with your folks for as long as you did, I mean, they treated you like a stupid fucking kid. That kinda shit pisses me off. I wouldn’t be able to stand that shit for a single week, much less sixteen fucking years. Look, you’re not a kid to me, you’re an equal. I ain’t gonna treat you like I own you or crap like that. Shit’s different here, alright? As long as you do what I ask of you, which isn’t much, and help with the housework, you can do whatever the hell you want. Stick with me, and you’re gonna be livin’ pretty good. And if you want some extra spending money, I’ll teach you how to ink so you can help out at the tattoo parlor as my apprentice. Minimum wage in this town’s $12.45 and hour. Pretty fuckin’ sweet, eh?”

“Sounds good to me, Unc.” Gilda smiled. “Y’know, maybe CHS won’t be so bad after all. I’ve got an old friend who’s going there who I know from middle school over in Cloudsdale. She’s still pretty fuckin’ cool, so it’ll be chill hangin’ with her at school and shit. I’m just glad my folks didn’t send me off to live with Grandpa Gruff or some bullshit like that. That old fucker’d have astroke if he saw me again.” Gilda laughed loudly at her joke.

“Yeah, good thing they didn’t. I missed my favorite niece.” Hawkeye grinned as he finished cooking himself dinner and sat down at the table with Gilda.

“Yeah, and I missed my only cool relative. I swear, the rest of the family is so fucking lame. I don’t even know how the fuck we’re related to any of them. I feel like you should’ve been my dad instead of Ironwings.”

“Kid, I’m gonna tell you something real important, so listen close, okay?”

“Sure.” Gilda said with a shrug.

“Family isn’t about blood. A family is a group of people who love each other and stick together, no matter what. Your dad is your parent, but he’s not family, see? And his wife? Well, she’s definitely not family. Now, I don’t hate your parents, and neither should you. But you don’t have to treat them like family if they don’t treat you like family. Get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, Unc, I get ya. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“I knew you’d understand that. You’re a smart kid, Gil, you know that?

“You think so? Mom and Dad didn’t.”

“Gil, smart doesn’t always mean that you get good grades in school. You’re socially smart. You understand people. You got street smarts, too. I heard about the guy you sent to the hospital. Not every girl your age and size can do shit like that. What I’m trying to say is this: you don’t always need books and essays to make you smart. Sometimes, you need life experiences, and you’ve had plenty of those.”

“Hm…” Gilda thought about what her uncle had said before nodding with a smile. “I guess that’s true. I never thought about it that way. All my parents cared about was my GPA. They wouldn’t let me join any afterschool activities or anything like that, all they cared about was grades.. I always wanted to be in the art club and shit like that, cuz I like to draw and do graffiti and shit, but they never thought it could amount to anything as a career, so they didn’t let me do anything with my art. Wouldn’t even let me take art class in school.”

“That sucks, dude. Lucky for you, though, CHS has a huge art program. Hell, when I went to school there, they had a huge wall where kids were actually encouraged to tag on, as long as it was artistic, like no dicks or gang shit, ya know? Last time I checked, the wall’s still there, and it’s got plenty of free space on it.”

“Really? Oh, fuck yeah!”

Hawkeye chuckled and patted Gilda on the back. “Well, you start school tomorrow, you should get some rest. Also, I don’t want you drinking on school days, alright? Hangovers in class won’t go over too well, trust me.”

“Damn!” Gilda cussed loudly in disappointment. “There’s gonna be booze at the concert tomorrow, too! Oh well. What about weed?”

“Weed is fine,” Hawkeye responded before adding, “just don’t get caught at school. Deal?”

“Don’t worry, Unc, I’ve never been caught before. Deal.” Gilda responded confidently, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Cool. Now, take a shower and relax a bit before bed. You’ve got a few hours, since I’m usually up late doing artwork commissions. Lights out in my house is one, unless it’s a special occasion, or you’re cramming for a test.”

“Got it. Wow, I’m actually thinking about trying in school. Man, it’s gonna be great living with you, Unc!” Gilda said enthusiastically before grabbing her luggage from the couch and walking up the stairs. “Uh, where’s my room, again?”

Hawkeye chuckled before sipping his beer and answering his niece. “Second door on the left.”

“Cool. And what about the bathroom?”

“You’ve got your own, bud. Full bathroom, tub and shower. Go nuts.”

“Fuckin’ sweeeeet.” Gilda said coolly before she tossed her bags onto her bed and started to unpack. She took a shower when she was done unpacking. After her shower, she put on a simple black tank top and black sweatpants. She laid down on her bed with a content sigh. She smiled as she stared off into space, her thoughts captivating her focus. She could barely believe it.

For the first time ever, Gilda was happy.

Author's Notes:

DISCLAIMER: I do not promote or condone underage drinking or the recreational use of drugs, nor does my co-writer, Ringmaster1336.

I love this chapter. It basically wrote itself! I hope you guys like this interpretation of Gilda. The idea just kind of popped into my head and I rolled with it. I cranked this out fast to try to make up for how short the last two chapters were. I hope it does.

As always, I hope you guys enjoyed! If you did, don't forget to drop a like! Check out my co-author, Ringmaster1336. Big ups to him for being an awesome guy to write with!

Deuces, guys!