Canterlot High; the building's post modern take on pre-established Equestrian architecture would make even the most scholarly of artistic scribes blush. The three story establishment boasted traditional Canterlot progression combined with that of new age human design.

I could make love to this building.

What can I say? I live to ruin the moment. Even for myself.

Several students hurried through the school doors, each fearful of the consequences that the late bell would bring. Ah, to be young again. Sunny and the two girls disappeared through the double doors.

'What? Not even a goodbye kiss? An awkward sibling peck on the cheek sure, but still a little something wouldn't hurt.'

Oh well, next time.

The walkway around the so-called portal statue had been swept clean of snow and a fresh layer of grit sprinkled over top. Clueless apes, they can mass manufacture vehicles propelled under their own power but can't form the most basic of weather manipulation spells. Granted I can't do that either, but still...
Word to the wise, fire salt is a much more effective ice remover than rock salt. Highly intelligent species indeed.

Absentmindedly, my thoughts fell upon the two petty thugs I'd tossed around. Good times... those three minutes ago. In all reality, they got off lucky! If this were Equestria, I'd have made them dig their own graves. Or strung 'em up in the leafiest tree, which is much harder than you'd think with just your hooves and a rickety ladder. But who doesn't look back on their twenty-third birthday with fondness.
When checking for bodies, no one ever looks up, at least until winter when the leaves (and myself) are gone. It sends a message and its a hilarious surprise for the local fillies.

Trudging up the grit covered steps toward the entrance of these hallowed halls, my exposition heavy thoughts were torn asunder by the comical squeal of what appeared to be a college graduate falling ass over head. Black ice, AKA: 'Hades-Piss' as dad would say.

I'd take pity on the unfortunate human... But really it takes all I have not call out somepony on their own stupidity, be they a notorious drunk who complains he has a hangover the following morning, or a careless showmare who wedged her trailer into an alley and couldn't get it back out. What was her name again? Meh, it doesn't matter.

As the dazed human, clad in his argyle sweater and foggy glasses when about gathering his various papers, all of which had scattered to the winds and judging by the sheer number of sheets flying this way amit the winter breeze, it had to have been a pretty sizeable stack.

Now despite all evidence to the contrary, I am nothing if not a gentlepony. So naturally the only respectable thing to do would be to assist the hapless fool fellow. And pocket the black leather wallet he'd yet to notice had fallen out of his jacket. Opportunistic? Perhaps, yet there it was, just sitting near the bottom step with that 'come hither' look. And now here it is, sliding oh so nicely into my coat.

I snatched up a few of the papers nearest my person, after all, who would question a 'helpful' soul of wallet theft. A plain sight alabi I'd picket up from an escort in 'Prance'.

Chasing a random paper as the breeze teasingly yanked it out of reach, the fumbling fool took notice of my 'assistance', for which he seemed grateful.

"Um, t-thank you, Sir. This... This isn't quite how I thought I'd start my first day."

'First day' he says... Now there's a thought. No self respecting janitor comes to work in an argyle sweater on his or her first day; which must mean this clown is a teacher. Looking down at a paper which had wrapped itself around my leg in the breeze, the words 'Assigned Substitute Teacher' caught my attention.

Quickly glancing back at the disheveled individual, who from the looks of things was attempting to scale the school statue; I speed read the 'Work Placement Form' in greater detail. And in fact that's exactly what it was, a work placement from the 'Department of Education and Standards' Canterlot branch.

Oh and FYI, the dork's name is 'Dizzy Dreamer'. Guess it doesn't matter what world you come from; parents can't name for shit. Yuck, I use shit far to often in my vocabulary, I can do better than that. Still, I did wonder what caliber of teacher this school considered 'qualified' if they were willing to hire someone who fills out his forms in pencil.

But the sloppy organization of this gangling marionette was no concern of mine, I had bigger issues at hoof, like trying to find a way...

Into the school.

Bingo!

Universe, I'd tongue you if I could. It seems once more the stars have aligned and shown me the way. Which is not something I'd normally say. I've never liked the idea of destiny and my life being pre-determined; I'll charter my own course thank you. With slight-of-hoof so masterful it'd give even the greatest of magicians cause to pause, I placed the document inside my coat. Hopefully my penmanship is still legible in this form, I'd hate to resort to mouth writing. Hoof and mouth disease, thy name is poor hygiene.

The substitute jumped down from the statue, grasping the illusive paper with a triumphant grin on his face. Shuffling the remaining papers in my own hoofs, I handed him the stack.

"Thank you so much, Sir. Really appreciated." Oh, that dopey grin on his face is really starting to bother me.

"No trouble at all, my friend; So, I take it you're the new substitute I was told to meet?" His grin faltered somewhat but didn't vanish. This one shouldn't be too difficult to convince.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to make a bad first impression. Ahehe, I would have brought my briefcase but, well I couldn't close the thing." Must. Resist. The urge to be Snide.

"Whoa, hey don't worry about it. Accidents happen. Besides I'm glad I caught you," Time to bring this one home. "The schools closed for the day."

Apparently this came as a surprise to the sub, which it probably would to anypony who'd chased half-a-trees worth of paper across a damp, snow covered courtyard.

"Wait, what? But today's my first day. I was told to be here by the department of education just this morning."

Time to practice lying through my teeth for the week.

"Oh, you haven't heard? Principle Celestia's gone into labor. Her sister admitted her to the hospital early this morning."

That got him to shut up.

"Labor? You mean..."

"I know, right? We were all surprised, she hid it so well." Mouth agape. That's right, play it cool. Big smiles, everyones happy.

"You're kidding."

"My word is my bond, my friend."

The sub made to speak but caught himself, did I miss something?

"But, I saw kids going inside the school." Damn, he was right.

"We're sending them away as soon as they get here." My lies have held true thus far, I just need this clown to leave so I can get to work.

"Well, then what am I supposed to do? And can I have your name." Why you little worthless know-it-all.

"Of course, my friend. My name's Daylight and I'm the new... I mean, one of the new substitute teachers."

"Oh, you're starting here as well?"

"Oh yes, I've been in the substitute teaching profession for years now." Now to get rid of this guy. "And I was told over the inter-web that normal classes will be resuming tomorrow. So feel free to head on home and we will see you here bright and early."

I could only pray that this lie would stick, if this guy had the bright idea to venture inside, my entire charade would be ruined.

How fortunate then that my powers of persuasion once again held true.

"Damn, and I had my whole day's schedule planned out. Listen, Celestia has my motel number, send her my best wishes and could you ask her sister to give me a call about this?" I patted the guy on the back, gingerly leading the guy toward the faculty parking lot.

"I will do so immediately, and believe me, the staff and I appreciate your understanding at this time." A quote most often used during one of my 'friend's' insurance fraud schemes. A lucrative trade that swiftly went south once the Canterlot Mint caught wind of our... less than reputable clientele. And my pocketing fifteen-percent. What does this have to do with anything? Nothing what so ever, I just wanted to brag.

Still, my needless pandering seemed to alleviate any desire the sub had to enter the school so at least that went over well. I waved the sucker off as he drove away in his beat-up looking yellow automobile. I made a note of the numbers and letters printed on a plate attached to the back. If my ruse went over well with principle fat-ass, then the sub would pose a significant obstacle tomorrow. And since chances were pretty low that I'd find Anon-a-Miss within a day, that leaves me with only one option.

I need that teacher out of the picture.

But one step at a time.

xxx

I begrudgingly tightened the red tie around my neck along with the chocking hazard that is the top button. If I'm to con an entire school of these apes, I'd have to look and act the part. Which shouldn't be too hard, I could pull off the laid back teacher trying to be hip with the kids, facade.

The act of doctoring the form I'd procured was a simple one; thankfully some absentminded student had dropped a pencil in their mad rush for the school doors. To my chagrin, it was pink, and glittery, but hey beggars can't be choosers.

The double doors of the school yielded to my mighty arms, revealing the sizable lobby within. Trophy cases ripe for the plundering. Stairs leading to multiple floors. Hallway after winding hallway. And the always inane jibber jabber of both pre and post-pubescent teenagers basking in what they consider being their golden years, blissfully unaware of the cold unforgiving world that lies in wait beyond these lockers.

Granted I fucking hated high-school and was all too happy to leave. But hey the majority had smiles on their faces, and from my experience, if you enjoyed school, chances are good you won't like adulthood.

And that's another thing, allot of the students appeared oddly fixated on these small plastic blocks they held within their hooves. What did Sunny call them... phones I think. Did I even need this facade? From what I'd seen of these dullards, I could shine a light on a wall and have them at my mercy. Was I like that when I went off on a ramble? Yeah probably, maybe I should invest in one of those phone things. Not that it'd do me any good back in Equestria, but still, food for thought. And there am going off and leaving my body to stare into space. Really should work on that.

Well, I'm already here. Might as well explore.

The sweaty, awkward social mass that is the student body dashed this way and that like hamsters in a cardboard box. I'll give these human apes this, they're at least easier to tell apart than ponies. Many times I'd smacked a familiar mare on the rump, only to find it was somepony with a slightly lighter shade of color for their coat.
If the ensuing fights with their dates or brothers taught me anything its, 'Know your mare, Before you reach down there.'

As I made to turn a corner, I swiftly retreated back the way I came, albeit one or two steps.
Sunny and her two... companions? Stood to talk by a wall of lockers, and from the sound of it, things were getting rather heated.
Making out as though I were lost, I strained my weaker human ears to eavesdrop spy make sure Sunny was alright.

"How do you not understand? I'm innocent, why would I throw all my hard work away for a stupid webpage?" That was clearly Sunny, she sounded distressed.

"I dunno, why did you single out me, Rarity and the rest of our friends when you first got here, out of everyone else in the school? Because its in your nature, that's why! The real you!" A raspy voice spoke up, most likely rainbow tomboy from earlier. I'd be mad at her, but this supposed 'Real You' was exactly the kind of person I wanted Sunny to remember being, so credit where credit is due.

The sound of heavy footsteps fading with distance signaled the rainbow one's departure. Clearing the air, a small feminine cough broke what could have become an awkward silence.

"Sunset... Look, it's not that I think you haven't done some good. I've witnessed your willingness to change first hand... but, unfortunately, All the evidence points squarely towards you."

"Let's go, Rarity!"Gotta give the Rainbow one credit, she has a powerful set of lungs on her. I guarantee shes a screaming in the sack.

"No, Rarity please..."

"I'm sorry, Sunset. But unless you can prove otherwise, I'm afraid I simply can't bring myself to trust you again. You hurt each of us and this school one time too many." The elegant bitch could be heard strutting off in the direction of her 'possibly-a-lesbian-but-maybe-not-friend' before her voice called back down the hall.

"Also you should wear a scarf tomorrow... It... its supposed to be chilly out." Her footsteps disappeared in a much hastier, clip-clop manner than before.

"But... W-what about friendship?" Or trust for that matter. Poor Sunny, she deserves better than these hypocrites.

At the sound of my sister sadly sighing to herself I made to go comfort her; Unfortunately I found the corner that led to her blocked, by the most oddly dressed hall-monitor I've ever seen since this nerd back in high-school brought his replica claymore into school, to quote/unquote 'Defend the halls from evil'. But from what I heard, these so called forces of evil took the form of several jocks juicing on 'Red Nectar'. And suffice it to say, the forces of evil got him before I could.

This hall-monitor on the other hand was apparently going for the whole, Spoiled Princess motif. Her whole outfit screamed, 'Muggers Retirement Fund'. And judging by the rather exquisite diamond tiara atop her head, clearly this was something she was well aware of. Buck, she trumpeted her own self worth as though it were an intrinsic part of her being that all needed to know. Why does that sound familiar?
Hands on her hips, clad in a glittery gold jacket that cut off higher than one would expect on such a small ape; The girl looked at me expectantly.

"Uh, Who are you?" Time to pour on the old Daylight charm.

"Oh, please excuse me, my dear. I'm afraid I may have gotten a smidge turned around, would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the principle's office." She seemed to give me the once over. Not that I could blame her, who would want an eye-full of this?!

"And why would I do that?" Oh, she has the fire in the belly. I like this one already.

"Well your sash does read 'Hall-Monitor'" The girl looked down at the white and red sash wrapped around her torso and groaned, apparently having forgotten she was on duty. Motioning with one hand she lazily beckoned me to follow. And truly this school was as gargantuan as the outside had led me to believe. For the route we took involved two flights of stairs, several hallways that all looked the same, a stop at every mirror so the girl could adjust her tiara ever so slightly and then a long, very frustrating walk back when she remembered the principle's office was near the main entrance.

"Say, girl..."

"Its Diamond, actually! Diamond Tiara." Wow, it must have taken her folks a whole ten seconds to come up with that one.

"Diamond then. Don't you think that sash somewhat mars the overall appeal of your ensemble." She shot me a puzzled expression before actually smirking a little. What? Can't a guy appreciate fashion? All it is is design, only instead of furniture in a room, its clothes on ponies people.

"Ugghhh, I know right?! I mean it was either this or detention. But come on, what am I? A crossing guard? A milk monitor?"

"Or a beauty queen?"

I joke, but the young ape looked up me with wide appreciative eyes. Which believe me, on a non-pony, with those beady human eyes, is just plain creepy.

"You really think so?" I had to bite my tongue. If only this girl were a few years older; I'm allot of things... a liar, a dirtbag, a cheater, a swindler, a pig, a pony, an Earth Pony, a hired hitpony, a one time cross-dresser, a male stripper, a member of the gay and lesbian alliance because I'll find out who I am for myself, Dad! a farmer, a lover, a father, a brother, a sister (Like I said, one time Cross-dresser), But I am not... wait... what was I thinking about again? Damn, I've lost my train of thought.

"U-uhh, yeah sure. Whatever."

Diamond had this strange sort of spring in her step after that, as she brought me to the office doors.

"So... Are you meeting someone? Or picking someone up? Or..."

"If this goes well. I might just be your new substitute teacher." Diamond's bottom jaw hit the proverbial floor. I have that effect on ladies.

"Y-you, but your so..."

"Young? My dear, I'm Twenty-Eight."

Diamond blushed and whispered something she probably thought I wouldn't catch. "I was gonna say hot."

"Say what, Princess?" I had to laugh, it's not often I'm the one getting undressed by someponies eyes. When it comes to mental undressing, I'm like a shark in shallow water, I find my morsel and go in for the kill, so to speak.

"N-Nothing, gotta go. Late for class..." Annnnd she's gone. Too bad, I was enjoying her company. That devil may care attitude, the style, that commanding voice... reminds me of me. Back when I wore that wig and dress for a whole summer. Except without the constant sexual advances of a SaddleArabian nobleman and his entourage. But, that's a story for another 'Red Nectar' fueled night.

xxx

(STOLEN) From the Journal of Princey Shining Armor (12/17/03:AN)

Dear Journal: Today we brought in the suspect for questioning. And as you'd expect from somepony in his so-called 'profession', he sang like a love-struck canary.

The duos basic plan had been to pass off the crystal heart whilst the other provides a distraction and then use the ensuing snow storm as a cover to escape. Hardly the most avant-garde heist ever conceived, yet the real tip off came when he named, not one, but four prison guards they'd paid off should the worst happen. Which, unfortunately, it has.

Words escape me at this time. Ponies tasked with protecting my wife and future child, my citizens and my city... taking bribes. I hoof picked those guards myself, they were some of the best, from the best. And now they're being held in the detention cells. My office was in shambles by the time I finally calmed down.

To complicate matters further, they're four of the ponies I'd accepted from the Canterlot Guard. I'll give Daylight this, he knew better than to attempt bribery on a Crystal Guard. According to his not so loyal associate, they combed the city for the better part of a week, specifically searching the cheaper and more out of the way bars, and then targeting the guardponies on shakier financial ground, the ones with families or a serious amount of debt. One of mine and Cadance's more heavily criticized laws was the increased rate of payment for non-Crystal Ponies to own homes with in the Empire. Whilst still within Equestria's borders, we stand as a sovereign nation and as such, especially given our peoples history and old-timey views, they don't appreciate outsiders coming in and treating their home like a tourist trap. They saw it as foreigners forcing their new world cultures and ideals on them, which I can confirm, they do not want. And unfortunately that left the ponies who'd had to move their families here, with far less income than they would have had back in Equestria.

Really, it fills me with pride that myself and Cadance have won over their trust and love. But it all threatens to come crashing down if word of this betrayal leaks out. Ponies, guard ponies no less, from outside the empire, taking brides and plotting the release of prisoners. By Celestia, the Crystal Ponies will be in an uproar. And then where will we be? Riots? Strikes? Attacks on outsiders? Who knows, they may very well call for a defection from Equestria entirely.

The internal investigators should arrive by the end of the day. The fact that it was the work of ponies outside of the Empire should quell their accusing hooves. Although where that leaves us in the investigation is unknown. For all the accomplice had to say, he had no information on Daylight's whereabouts. He actually seemed surprised that he'd escaped.

We'll question the accused guards for information. And they will talk, they know exactly what awaits them within the cells they once guarded. Former guard ponies rarely survive on the inside, amongst those they themselves helped lock away.

I can only prey, Luna, they have something we can use.

Daylight Shimmer... Where are you?

xxx

The reception area that leads to Principle Celestia's office was, for lack of a better term, Fucking-Depressing.
The receptionist had this whole, 'This is as good as its gonna get for me.' look about her. And there were so many child-pandering motivational posters, including an admittedly adorable one of a cat hanging from a tree.

I will hang in there, baby!

Waving a hand in front of the receptionist to get her attention, she motioned for me to go through before returning to her dead-eyed stares. Such a strange woman.

Now Celestia's office. Wow, where was all this... color in the reception area? The walls were a sky blue, the sun shined in through the double windows illuminating the room perfectly, and placed either side of this huge well polished wooden desk were two healthy vibrant green plants.

The principle glanced up as I marveled over the gorgeous interior. And you know what? I wasn't laughing.

I don't know what kind of magic spells this world could weave, but this Celestia... Well, let's just say, if I were a wolf, I'd be howling right now. Hatchachacha!

Really, talk about getting knocked six ways from Sunday, the mare is gorgeous! For a monkey I mean. And I thought that Rarity girl was a knockout, but Celestia... Damn! And tall, height wise I'd say we were about equal.

"Oh, hello there. Do you have an appointment?"

She's holding her hand for you to shake... Shake her hand. Equestria to Daylight quit staring at her rear and shake hooves... I mean hands!

"Uh... hmm, oh sorry!" I shook her hand with added gusto, hopefully salvaging some shard of my shattered dignity. "My names Daylight; I'm here on behalf of..." Shit, what did that form say? "The Department of Education, regarding the substitute position."

I handed her my form and took a seat opposite her. I probably should have been paying attention to what she was doing... but that ass!
Wiz Bam, Thank You, Maam!

"Well, all appears in order, although I would appreciate it if in the future you could fill out these documents with a pen." She smirked at me, eyebrow raised. Thank... other Celestia, she found it funny. Time to throw on my acting face again.

"Ahhh, yes. You see, this job came somewhat out of the blue. And what with my getting used to these new surroundings and my place of residence, of all things, a pen escaped me." The two of us shared a laugh at that. At least this Celestia wasn't as much of a tight-ass as the other. Mmm, how tight could it b... No, not the time for that.

"Oh, believe me, I know the feeling. Its always the smallest things that slip my mind." Celestia turned to her computer box and tapped with record speed at the buttons on the little board. "Hmm, alright, so Mr. Daylight... Ah, Dreamer. That is a lovely name."

Fuck that was close! I didn't occur to me until she said it. I only filled in my first name to avoid any connection to Sunny, besides our hair. I guess that computer-box must have me, or rather that other guy, down as 'Mr.' Dreamer. And thank Luna that that was the case. Otherwise, I'd be screwed before I even started.

"A-hehe, w-why thank you. Its been in my family for... generations."

"These qualifications are very impressive, I can see why the 'DoE' would send you. Thank you for showing up at the last minute like this, our Philosophy professor had an unexpected pregnancy in the family and had to fly home, so you're really helping us out. Although, am I correct that this is your first teaching position working with senior students?"

Shit, Philosophy? Well, that's just great, how much sudo-philosophical bull am I gonna have to pull from my ass to get through these next few weeks.

"Oh yes, but its no trouble at all. As a wise man once said, 'If we are not a little bit uncomfortable every day, we're not growing. All that's good lies outside our comfort zone.'"

Celestia smiled and stood to shake my hand. "That is so wise. I can see why you majored in philosophy."

Sucker, I got that one out of a fortune cookie back in Equestria.

"Now I just need to quickly confirm a few details; This is your up to date contact information isn't it?" Peering round that the screen, I knew that none of this was correct. However, I also saw an opportunity.

"Did I forget to call you? My family invited me to stay so I decided against the... 'Sleep Easy Motel'" So the real sub's staying in a motel, I need to write down this information. "Here's my current address... however, do you think I could get a copy of this? I'm a tad 'OCD' about my personal information, I'm sure you understand." I handed her the address sheet that Sunset had written for me, should I ever get lost.

"I understand, I'll print you a copy. Its a wonder how anyone can feel safe online in this day and age, especially with all these hackers, trolls and now this 'Anon-a-Miss'..."

There are trolls in this world? How do they fight them without magic?

Oh yeah, and Anon-a-Miss.

"Beg your pardon, Principle Celestia. But, I can't say I've ever heard of this Anon-a-Miss character." Play it cool, you shouldn't know Anon-a-Miss is a person yet, this is supposed to be news to you.

Celestia sighed, and turned to retrieve my information which had miraculously appeared from her 'HD Laser-Printer' box. Sounds dangerous.

"I'm afraid you've arrived at a difficult time in this school. As you'll probably soon learn, one of our... less than trustworthy students, has gone out of her way to spread rumors and personal information all across the school. Why we've had more than our fair share of... difficulties this past year alone, but now this." Principle handed me my papers and turned to stare out the window. "It's such a shame, she was doing so well... but I suppose old habits die hard. My sister is pressuring me to expel the student indefinitely, but for now, I still have my doubts."

Damn twitchy eye, gonna give me away one of these days. "You sounded almost certain before... why do you have doubts?"

Celestia offered a small smile and leaned against her desk. Funny, I'd never once thought of Celestia as being, laid back, yet here it is clear as day.

"Because... I made a promise to a young friend to watch out for her. And although her friends have unanimously joined the 'Sunset is Guilty' bandwagon that's circling the school, for the moment I remain skeptical." I never thought I'd say this but... I'm with Celestia on this one. And sometime in the past, the pony me is shuddering with disgust and doesn't know why.

"Oh, but listen to me prattling on. Come with me, I'll show you to the classroom you'll be using. Your first class should be arriving soon."

Walking past the unresponsive receptionist, we retread the route Diamond Tiara had led me earlier.

"Principle Celestia; If I may, what does this school do to combat this bullying nonsense?" That's right, act like your a neutral party. Learn what you can. Analyze the situation and weigh your options, that's what 'they' taught you.

"Please, you only need to refer to me as 'Principle' when we are amongst the students. In private, you can call me Celestia." A first name basis already, somepony up there must like me.

"Alright, Celestia then." She has the nicest smile... and the finest ass, I've ever seen.

"It is unfortunate, but for now, all we can do is run damage control. Breaking up fights, dealing with hurt feelings and smothering any harsh rumors the teaching staff hears tell of in the halls. Without proper evidence, we have no one to punish fairly or a way to stop the students from sending Anon-a-Miss further information."

"Have you tried confiscating their phone boxes?" Celestia gave me a strange look. Have I said something wrong already? Apparently not as she laughed soon after.

"Phone boxes? You truly are a son of Trottingham aren't you." I guess my accent gave me away. It wasn't my natural way of speaking by any means, or at least it wasn't when I was born. But I did spend many years working for the mob on the isle of Trottingham. To this day it remains my favorite corner of Equestria, once you get past the rainy weather and rowdy hoofball hooligans it's a lovely place to live. Or hideout.

"Well, we tried banning phones, but the parents wouldn't have it. Fair enough, they complained of student safety and risk of theft, but aside from banning their use in the school there isn't much else we can do."

Soon enough we reached the classroom, all the way on the top floor between the Prench, or rather French language classroom and a janitors closet. Hazarding a peak through the window I sighted a few familiar faces. This overly pink girl was chatting it up in the corner with the rainbow girl from earlier, and the same could be said of Rarity who was gabbing it up with another girl up front and said 'girl' had a rabbit poking its head out of her bag. I'll probably have to deal with that later. But it was the other back corner that broke my little black heart, or what was left of it.

Sunny, sitting alone with this defeated look on her face, staring at her hands as though she didn't have a friend in the world.

Celestia tilted her head behind my own and caught who I was looking it.

"Oh dear. That's Sunset Shimmer, the one I was telling you about. Seeing her like this, its hard to imagine her as the one behind all this drama. The poor girl tries so hard, sometimes I swear the school rules hinder us more than they help." I nodded in agreement.

"Well, I'll leave you to your students. I assume you've gone over our current curriculum? Should you need any further assistance, feel free to visit me in my office. And good luck." She patted my shoulder and left. Good talk there teach.

I took a deep breath and touched the door. If I step through, I'd be committing myself to this life, however temporary it might be...
The substitute would have to be dealt with, tonight. And his motel room would need to be cleared of evidence. Like he was never there.
I'd have to pay close attention to each and every student, if I was sure of one thing, it's that Anon-a-Miss is someone in the school.
Celestia was someone who's good side I intended to stay on. I'd have to butter her up every once in a while.
And of course, I'd need help. Or better... fall-guys. Or girls, I'm not picky.

Diamond Tiara would be a good start.

A smile inched its way across my human muzzle. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Throwing the door open, I confidently strode in as the students snapped back to reality and hastened back to their desks. Ignoring the shocked, surprised and dreamy looks I was receiving from Sunset, the rainbow one and Rarity respectively, I wrote my new persona across the blackboard with a piece of white chalk.

'Mr. Dreamer'

Facing 'My' students. I shot the room a winning grin.

"Students... Class is in session!"

xxx

Author's Notes:

Yo every-body, or pony or whatev's.
Apologies for the amount of time I've been away, still getting used to the new job and hours and such...

BTW... for those who PM'd me, my favorite characters are Trixie, Lightning Dust and Diamond Tiara, because I'll take freedom over harmony any day. No Orwellian futures for me thank you. Soylent Green is Ponies! And that's no good. (High-five if you got that one.)

Hey, here's a conundrum for ya.
Lightning makes a tornado (with Rainbows help) and put Twilight and co (who flew onto an active military base during exercises literally called cloud busting, pretty sure that was illegal) in danger and Lightning loses her career. Meanwhile, Rainbow turns into a vigilante superhero, almost sold her friend into slavery and demolished a factory that literally makes the weather (for her pet tortoise!!!) ... But apparently she's still Wonderbolt material! I guess if you're a main character you're immune from answering for your mistakes?

Because Friendship... is only for main characters.

Hatchachacha!