This fanfic is based off the book Middle School: The Worst Years Of My Life par James Patterson
Hills Village Middle School. It's like a prison for colts, and fillies. Many of the teachers are rude, and so is nearly every student. I found out about all this when I got to my first class.
Rafe: *looking for a place to sit*
Ponies: *staring at Rafe*
Rafe: *goes to back row*
Miller: *staring*
Rafe: *sits down*
Miller: Sitting in the back, huh?
Rafe: Uh, yeah.
Miller: Are toi one of those troublemakers ou something?
Rafe: I don't know. Not really.
Miller: *shakes head* This is where all the juvies sit. In fact, you're in my seat.
Rafe: *looks at chair* I don't see your name on it.
Miller: *pulls Rafe out of chair* Let's try that again. This is my seat. Understand?
Rafe: Y-yes.
Miller: Good. Find another spot.
Rafe: *sits suivant to chair he was previously in*
Miller: Uh-uh. That one is mine too.
Rafe: *stands up*
Mr. Rourke: *walks into classroom* Excuse me Mr. Khatch... Khatch-a... Khatch-a-dor...
Rafe: Khatchadorian.
Colt: Gesundheit!
Ponies: *laughing*
Mr. Rourke: QUIET!!!
Ponies: *stop laughing*
Mr. Rourke: And how are toi on this fine jour Rafe?
Rafe: Fine, thanks.
Mr. Rourke: Do toi find our seating uncomfortable?
Rafe: Not exactly.
Mr. Rourke: Then, sit down. NOW!!!!
Rafe: *sits down*
Mr. Rourke: Now listen up everypony. In a few minutes, toi will all go to the school auditorium for a meeting. If toi need any help getting there, there will be some teachers to help you. Any questions?
Filly: What are we doing in the meeting?
Mr. Rourke: toi will learn the rules, know your schedule, and receive your school books.
The cloche, bell rings, and we all go to the meeting
Do toi remember that nursery rhyme about Jack Sprat, and his wife? Neither of them ate the same thing, but between the two of them, they got the job done. That's kind of like with me, and Leo, except the fat, and lean are words, and pictures. Make sense? I do the talking, and Leo takes care of the drawings.
Leo speaks to me sometimes, but that's about it. Conversation just isn't his thing. If Leo wanted to tell toi your house was on fire, he'd draw a picture to montrer you. But he's a great artist, and if it's true that a picture's worth a thousand words, then my buddy Leo has plus to say then anyone I've ever met.
I sat suivant to him for the school meeting.
Ponies: *chattering*
Rafe: *looking around* Well this is definitely "Special."
Leo: Could be worse.
Ponies: *chattering*
Mr. Dwight: *goes to front of auditorium* Attention!
Ponies: *stop talking*
After a whole speech that sounded like this...
Welcome, blah blah blah blah blah blah, lunch. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, watch My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, blah blah blah blah blah, and without further ado.... Blah!!
...Mr. Dwight got out the cheerleaders, and the football team, the football team, and traverser, croix country team, and they got everypony on their feet shouting. Well, everyone, but me. The only thing missing was a circus tent, and a couple of dancing elephants.
Rafe: *bored*
Mrs. Stricker: *stomping hooves* Nice work.
Mr. Dwight: And up suivant for toi to meet, Mrs. Stricker!
Cheerleaders, and sports players: Yay!! *run off stage*
Mrs. Stricker: *Gets to front of auditorium* Now every year, we have a bunch of students that try to run for student counsil. If any of toi would like to do that, please come down here, and adress the assembly.
Rafe: *sees a few ponies going to front* (This is soo boring?! I wish something could happen to make this better.)
Jeanne: Hi everyone, I'm Jeanne Galletta.
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Then, it did get better. I never seen her before, but man was she beautiful.
Jeanne: I think I'd be a good class representative, because I know how to listen. There's nothing plus important then that.
Rafe: (I'm listening.)
Leo: Are toi falling in l’amour with her.
Rafe: Eh,
Leo: Yes?
Rafe: Sure.
Jeanne: I have a lot of good ideas for how to make the school a better place. But first, I want to do one thing. *walks to Rafe*
Rafe: *excited*
Jeanne: Are toi Rafe?
Rafe: Yes.
Jeanne: Do toi want to divisé, split a large fries in the cafeteria later?
Rafe: Yeah. I'm buying.
Jeanne: No. The fries are on me. *winks*
Rafe: *smiles*
Jeanne: *Returns to front of auditorium* So, I hope you'll vote for me.
I never even heard her speech, but she definitely had my vote
After Jeanne went, a bunch of other ponies went, and I was back to being bored.
Mrs. Stricker: *returns to mic*
Rafe: (Is that it? Can we go now?)
Mrs. Stricker: *shows book* Can anyone tell me what this is?
Rafe: (No!)
Miller: Yeah. A complete waste of time.
Mrs. Stricker: This is the Hills Village Middle School Code Of Conduct. Everything toi need to know about behaving in school is in this book.
Teachers: *giving livres to students*
Mrs. Stricker: When toi recieve yours, open up to page one, and follow along with me.
Then, she started lire veeery slowly.
Mrs. Stricker: Section one: Hills Village Middle School Dress Code.
Teacher: Here *gives book to Rafe*
Rafe: *goes all the way to the back* What?
There were 16 sections, and 26 pages in this entire book! In other words, we were going to be lucky to get out of this assembly in time for Christmas. It was like Mrs. Stricker, and every single teacher was trying to get us bored to death.
Rafe: *looks at Leo*
Leo: *drawing in book*
Rafe: What are toi doing?
Leo: Just drawing. I'll montrer toi the picture when I'm done.
Mrs. Stricker: Section 2: Prohibited items. No students shall bring any electronic equipment not intended for class purposes. This includes cell phones, I-Pods, cameras, laptops...
The whole thing went on, and on, and on. par the time we got to section 6: Grounds for Expulsion, my brain was turning into guacamole, and I'm pretty sure my ears were bleeding too.
As far as I could tell, this little green book in my hoof was just one long liste of ways I could get into trouble from now, until the end of the year.
Leo: *drawing*
Rafe: *listening to Mrs. Stricker*
Leo: Hey. *shows picture* What do toi think?
His picture was him, wearing a hat, sunglasses, and headphones. He was standing on his back legs, while carrying a laptop with his left hoof, and had nun chucks in his other hoof. At the bottom, it a dit Rules Are Made For Breaking.
Rafe: It's great.
And then, that's when I got my idea. My really, stupendous, really, really, big idea. I would break every single rule in that book. Leo knew exactly what I was thinking.
Leo: Go for it. Just pick something out of the book, and get started.
Rafe: Right now?
Leo: Why not? What are toi waiting for? *opens book* Ah, this is perfect.
Rafe: I can't do that! What if someone gets hurt?
Leo: How does this hurt anyone? Except,.maybe you.
Rafe: That's not helping.
Leo: Listen. You're never going to be a jock, a candidate, ou whatever. *show rule book* This on the other hand is something toi can do.
Rafe: I don't know.
Leo: Or, toi can keep going the way toi are, and every jour can be just like this one. It might not be so bad, but there are one hundred, and eighty school days in a year.
Rafe: Ok, ok! *gets up*
Leo wanted me to pull a feu alarm, so that's what I went to do.
Rafe: *goes to teacher* May I please use the bathroom?
Teacher: toi can wait.
Mrs. Stricker: Section 8! We're almost there!
Rafe: Please! It's an emergency!
Teacher: Ugh! *gives bathroom pass to Rafe* Be back here in five minutes.
Rafe: Ok. *leaves*
My cœur, coeur was pounding like crazy. I just had to find a feu alarm close to the bathroom. What I would do is pull the alarm, run quickly into the bathroom, and come out just to make it look like I was in there.
Rafe: *goes to feu alarm*
I swear, I thought that feu Alarm a dit something to me
feu Alarm: Oh Rafe!!
Rafe: *thinking*
Leo: Do it.
Rafe: *pulls feu alarm*
In the auditorium
Mrs. Stricker: Ok everypony! Line up in a single file line, and walk out of the school.
Colt: But what if there's an actual fire, and we get stuck?
Mrs. Stricker: Then that's your fault. Now get in a single file line
Rafe: *Runs out of bathroom*
Teacher: Did toi pull the feu alarm?
Rafe: I was in the bathroom. How could I pull the feu alarm?
Teacher: Alright. Come with me. *starts walking*
Rafe: *follows teacher*
Mrs. Stricker: *gets students out of building*
Teacher: Here's a student that went to the bathroom when the alarm went off.
Mrs. Stricker: Alright. Who's your homeroom teacher?
Rafe: Mr. Rourke.
Mrs. Stricker: Ok. Go to him.
Rafe: *goes to Mr. Rourke's class*
Leo: That was awesome.
Leo then gave me a double high five
Leo: One for the execution, and the other for the idea.
Rafe: I can't take all the credit. The idea was half yours.
Leo: That's true. *shows code of conduct book* Check it out. I made some improvements.
Rafe: *looks at drawing* Not bad. And now, *crosses off Section 11: Rule 3: Students shall not tamper with smoke ou feu alarms under any circumstances* One rule down, and well. The rest to go.
After my first jour of school came the lowlife of my day. Coming home. My mom is dating this guy named Carl that does nothing but, watch TV ou shout at someone. His dog Ditka, is very huge, and looks like he could bite your head off.
Rafe: *enters home*
Ditka: BARK!! *gets on Rafe*
Carl: Ditka, down!
Ditka: *goes away*
Carl: So how was your first jour of school?
Rafe: School was unbelieveable. I met this beautiful filly, and I pulled the feu alarm
Ok, I didn't tell him that I pulled the feu alarm, but he wouldn't care anyway.
Carl: Uh-huh. Did toi sign up for football yet?
Rafe: Nah. *grabs pudding cups from refrigerator*
Carl: Why not? Football is the only thing you're good at!
Rafe: *going to his room* Don't worry. I didn't forget I'm a loser, loser.
Carl: Did toi just call me a loser?!!?
Rafe: No, I called myself a loser! *closes door to room* Loser. *lays on bed*
Georgia: *knocks on door*
Rafe: Enter.
Georgia: *enters room, and closes door* What's going on? Why was he yelling at you? Are toi in trouble?
Rafe: Go away. I got work to do.
Georgia: Just tell me what he said.
Rafe: Here *gives pudding cup to Georgia* He a dit have a pudding cup, ok? Now get out.
Georgia: *goes to door* Rafe?
Rafe: What?
Georgia: Thanks for the pudding cup.
Rafe: You're welcome. Now close the door from the other side.
Georgia: *closes door*
Finally, some peace, and quiet. Now to get started on my plan to survive my first an of middle school. First off, it needed a name. After a few minutes, I came up with Operation R.A.F.E
Rules
Aren't
For
Everypony
I'd be the first poulain, colt to play Operation Rafe, but not the last. Someday there could be Operation R.A.F.E video games, ou action figures that looked exactly like me, a whole amusement park with sixteen different roller coasters, and no height requirements for any of the rides. The whole thing could make me the most richest poney ever.
Meanwhile, I stilll had to finish inventing this thing. I decided that every rule in the code of conduct should be worth a certain amount of points depending on how hard it was to break. Of course, I could get into a lot of trouble, so I decided to make that worth points too. There would be bonuses for things like getting big laughs, ou if Jeanne Galleta saw what I did. Definitely that!
I wrote all the rules down in a spiral notebook, but then I thought of something else. How would this all end? If I did good enough to break all the rules in this book, everything would be perfect, but what if I didn't? What would Leo think about that?
The suivant morning, my mom set out two plates of scrambled eggs in front of me, and Georgia
Mom: toi two were asleep when I got home. I'm excited to hear about your first day! Tell me everything.
I would've a dit Define Everything, but that would be like putting up a neon sign saying I've got something to hide. So, I just let Georgia talk first.
Luckily, Georgia talks a lot. And I mean, a lot. I was just about to leave, when she finished talking.
Mom: Rafe? How was your first jour of school?
Rafe: It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Mom: *eyes widen* Who are you, and what have toi done with the real Rafe?
Rafe: I'm not saying I l’amour it-
Mom: No, but this sounds like a good start. I'm proud of toi honey. toi must be doing something right. Whatever it is, just keep doing it.
Rafe: Oh I will. *leaves house*
The suivant few days were just okay. I just stuck to some of the beginner-level stuff to keep things moving along.
On tuesday,
Rafe: *Chewing gum*
Mr. Rourke: Hey. Spit that out.
Rafe: *spits gum into trash*
I got 5,000 points
On Wednesday,
Rafe: *running down hallway*
Mr. Dwight: Hey, slow down there.
10,000 points
Then when it was Thursday,
Rafe: *eating a snickers in library*
Mrs. Frurock: Put that away.
Rafe: *eats entire snickers*
Then on Friday
Leo: You're just coasting. If you're going to play the game, toi need to actually play it. So, I'm going to change things up.
Rafe: You? Since when do toi make decisions?
Leo: Since half of this whole idea was mine. Here's the deal. It's two twenty-six. That means fourty nine minutes left in the day. That's how long you've got to earn thirty thousand points.
Rafe: Thirty thousand?
Leo: Yep. Otherwise toi lose a life.
Rafe: Hang on a sec... I have lives?
Leo: Sure. Three of them to be exact.
Rafe: And what happens if I lose all three?
Leo: Then you're a loser, and fail the game. The rest of the an will be as fun as getting stung par thousands of wasps.
Rafe: Oh. That's all huh? Ok, game on.
Suddenly, the cloche, bell for eighth period rang.
Leo: That's forty-eight minutes left, and counting. Better get busy.
My last class of the jour was english with Mrs. Donatello.
Mrs. Donatello: Ok, today we are going to read Romeo & Juliet par William Shakespeare. And we all know what he was famous for, right?
Rafe: (making the most boring stories in all of Equestria)
Mrs. Donatello: This story is a little advanced, but I think you're up for it.
Allison: I'll help with handing out the scripts.
Mrs. Donatello: Ok, thank you. Now let's go over the parts you'll be reading. Rafe, I think you'll make an excellent Paris.
Ponies: *laughing*
Rafe: Why do I have to read a fillie's part?
Mrs. Donatello: Paris is a stallion. He's one of Lord Capulet's best men.
Rafe: He probably still wears tights.
Unfortunately no one heard that
Mrs. Donatello: Listen to the language as we read along. Notice how every line has ten syllables. Notice the subtle rhyming. That's not easy to do. No one has ever written like Shakespeare.
Rafe: No one?
Then, that's where I got my idea to get 30,000 points. I didn't have a single line until page 12. This was good, and gave me enough time to think. Ten syllables per line? Check. Rhyming? Check.
Mrs. Donatello: Act 1, scene 2. Lord Capulet, and Paris enter.
Jason: But Montague is bound as well as I...
Rafe: (Come on, hurry up!) *puts paper over script*
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe?
Rafe: Hm?
Mrs. Donatello: It's your turn.
Rafe: Oh. Excuse me sir, there's dog poop on your shoe.
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe!
Rafe: Your wife is ugly, and your daughter too. I think this play is stupid, so guess what? I'm out of here, and toi can Kiss my-
That was as far as I got until Mrs. Donatello ripped the page out of my hand.
At least everyone in my class was laughing. Only this time, they weren't laughing at me anymore. They were laughing with me.
The cloche, bell rang, and class was over
Rafe: *going to door*
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe, come here.
Rafe: *Goes to Mrs. Donatello's desk*
Mrs. Donatello: What was that?
Rafe: Nothing.
Mrs. Donatello: It wasn't "nothing". First of all, let me say I noticed toi kept Mr. Shakespeare's meter, and rhyme in what toi wrote.
Rafe: Thanks.
Mrs. Donatello: But your behavior was unacceptable. There are better ways to use your creativity, and I think toi know that. I'm going to give toi a warning this time, but you're skating on very thin ice. Understand?
Rafe: Thin ice is better then no ice at all.
Mrs. Donatello: Alright, get outta here.
Rafe: *leaves*
While getting to my bus, all I could think about was Leo's challenge, and how I beaten it.
I got 20,000 points for using inappropriate language. 10,000 points for getting the ponies in my class to laugh, and 5,000 for Jeanne seeing what I did. Everything went great.
When I got accueil that afternoon, I went straight to my room with Leo.
Rafe: Let's see here, I've got 105,000 points.
Leo: And three lives left. That thing toi did in English was pretty awesome if I say so myself.
Carl: WHAT ARE toi DOING?!!!?
For a moment, I thought he was shouting at us, but he was mad at Georgia for switching the channel on the T.V.
Georgia: Nothing. I just wanted to-
Carl: I'm watching that! Don't change the channel.
Georgia: But toi were sleeping!
Carl: No buts! toi can watch the game with me, ou get lost. Which one is it?
Georgia: *goes to her room*
Rafe: I hate when she yells at her. salut Carl! Pick on someone your own size!!
Carl: Mind your own beeswax. *turns up volume on tv*
Leo: toi know what? We need a new rule.
Rafe: I was just thinking the same thing. Nopony should get hurt in Operation R.A.F.E.
Leo: Especially little ponies. Call it the Don't Be a ours Rule.
ours is Carl's nickname
Rafe: How about just the No-Hurt Rule?
Leo: Good enough.
After the suivant couple of weeks, I was doing very good at Operation R.A.F.E. This might be a good time to introduce some other people at the Hills Village prison for Middle Schoolers. The cafeteria ladies, that I like to call Millie, Billie, and Tilly. I think they're part of a government program to get rid of the middle school population. Anyways, I got 15,000 points for leaving trash on the school table.
My spanish teacher, Senor Wasserman is alright. As long as toi don't make any mistakes, but if toi do, you're done for.
Senor Wasserman: Rafael llegaste tarde!! (Rafe, you're late.)
Rafe: No oi el timbre! (I didn't hear the bell.)
For arriving late, I got 7,500 points, and the reason I didn't hear the cloche, bell was because I had headphones on which counted as no electronics. I got 5,000 points for that.
Mr. Lattimore is my gym teacher. I think he used to be a part of some army, because that's how he treats us.
Mr. Lattimore: Hup two three four hup two three four
Ponies: *running*
Mr. Lattimore: PRIVATE KHATCH-A-MA- WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS!!! What do toi think you're doing?!?
Rafe: *riding scooter*
I got 25,000 points, and Mr. Lattimore gave me thirty push ups, two extra laps, and my very first detention.
It was a typical friday night. Mom wouldn't be accueil until it was late, and both Georgia, and Carl were asleep. Georgia, because she's little, and Carl, because he's lazy.
Rafe: *grabs swiss cheese* Ditka. Here boy.
Ditka: Woof, woof!! *runs towards Rafe*
Rafe: *throws cheese into bathroom*
Ditka: *Goes into bathroom*
Rafe: *closes door* Now for some zoom.
Zoom tastes like chocolat mixed with colta cola. I pour the zoom out of a can into a travel mug, just in case Carl wakes up, and he can't see what I'm drinking.
Next, was the dangerous part.
Carl: *Sleeping*
Rafe: *sees remote*
Carl: *holding remote*
Rafe: *slowly taking remote*
Carl: *snoring*
Rafe: *gets remote* Sweet.
90 minutes later
Mom: *arrives at home*
Rafe: *Watching The Last Solstice*
Cadence: The feelings flow deep within Nocturnal Mirage, it’s difficult to read them. But, I sense a different emotional vibration in his soul. Something happened that brought him out of his neutral and reluctant standpoint.
Luna: Hmm… If he becomes emotionally invested, it means he will revise his attitude and grab the initiative.
Cadence: Exactly.
Mom: Rafe, sweetie? It's time for bed.
Rafe: *turns off T.V* toi smell like cinammon.
Mom: I made a few pomme pies.
Rafe: Did toi bring one home?
Mom: Maybe... *laughs*
Rafe: *laughs*
Mom: How was your day?
Rafe: About average.
Mom: toi seem different lately. Happier. It's nice to see. And Rafe? toi haven't seen Leo have you?
Leo's kind of a touchy subject in our house.
Rafe: *Shakes head no*
Mom: Okay then. Remember, if toi ever need to talk about anything-
Rafe: I know mom. Thanks.
My good luck lasted for another four days, fifteen hours, and twenty two minutes. It was Wednesday right after school. The time I had to spend during my first detention.
Rafe: *stops at water fountain*
??: *By Rafe*
Rafe: *drinking water*
Miller: *slams Rafe's face into fountain* Well, well. Look who it is. Seems like you're getting a reputation around here. What's your deal anyway?
Rafe: I don't know what you're talking about.
Miller: Listen *pushes Rafe onto floor* toi want to prove you're the toughest poney in this school?
Rafe: I'm not trying to prove anything.
Miller: Too late *pulls Rafe onto his hooves* You, and me outside. Right now.
Rafe: Umm.
Miller: One.
Rafe: Ummm.
Miller: Two.
Rafe: I can't!
Miller: Why not? Chicken?
Rafe: No. Detention! *runs away*
Miller: Detention? This is exactly what I'm talking about! I'm onto toi Khatchadorian! toi better watch your back before toi catch-a-door in the face!!
Rafe: *makes it to Mrs. Donatello's classroom*
Just when I was about to go in, Leo was there.
Leo: I've got bad news.
Rafe: Yeah, I think I just met it.
Leo: Well there's more. toi Lost a life. Sorry.
Rafe: What? What are toi talking about?
Leo: toi wussed out on Miller.
Rafe: Yeah well, I didn't feel like donating blood today.
Leo: Could've been worth some good points. Section nine, rule eleven. Students will not bully, harass, ou fight one another anywhere on school property.
Rafe: Just because I didn't fight him doesn't mean I should lose a life. toi never said-
Leo: I a dit I'd make things interesting. toi got your job, and I got mine.
Rafe: Whatever. I did not lose a life.
Leo: Yeah toi did.
I thought detention was going to be me, Ms. Donatello, and whoever else had gotten into trouble that week. Well Ms. Donatello was there, and so was I, but upon arrival I saw it was just the two of us.
Ms. Donatello: You're late.
Rafe: Where is everyone?
Ms. Donatello: I asked Mrs. Stricker to take the other students. I was hoping you, and I could just talk.
Rafe: (This is bad.)
Ms. Donatello: Have a seat.
Rafe: *Sits down*
None of us a dit a word. I just sat there, facing my desk. I was asleep when the cloche, bell rang.
Mrs. Stricker: All students taking the late bus accueil should proceed to the boarding area now.
Rafe: *going to door*
Ms. Donatello: I'm disappointed in toi Rafe. toi have so much potential-
Rafe: I need to catch my bus *leaves room*
I survived to be tortured another day, but just like with Miller, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold off Ms. Donatello.
When I got accueil from detention
Leo: Only two lives left, 89 rules left to break, and you've got 340,000 points.
Rafe: That's good. So what do I get anyway?
Leo: Get?
Rafe: Yeah, for all these points. They gotta be worth something right? What do I win?
Leo: Depends on how many points toi finish with. toi need at least a million.
Rafe: For what?
Leo: A week of base jumping at the Grand Canyon, all expenses paid.
Rafe: I'll need training.
Leo: No problem. We'll get toi the best.
Rafe: Then, white water rafting. All the way down the Colorado.
Leo: And rock climbing, back out of the canyon, where your Aston Maretin Vanquish, and a fake driver's license await.
Rafe: Sweet. Oh, what about Jeanne Galleta? Put her in too.
Leo: That'll cost another 200,000 points, but I'll throw in Bear. Then he gets Lost in the wild, and adopted par real bears.
Rafe: In that case, let him get eaten par real bears.
Leo: Nopony gets hurt, remember? It's already in the notebook.
Rafe: I'll make an exception.
Leo: No exceptions. Besides, toi need that No Hurt Rule. It's the only part of all this that Jeanne will actually like.
Rafe: toi know. toi oughta try talking to real ponies. They'd like toi if toi did.
Mom: *knocks on door* Rafe, are toi in there?
Rafe: Just a second! *putting everything away*
Mom: No, not in a second. We need to talk, right now!!
Rafe: Alright *goes out of room*
Mom: Now, come into the living room.
Rafe: *Goes into living room* What's up?
Mom: Did toi have detention today?
Rafe: Kind of.
Carl: Kind of?!!? KIND OF?!!? What does that mean?!!?
Mom: Carl, take it easy. I got a call from Mrs. Stricker. She says she left a message here last week. Do toi know anything about that?
Georgia: *Arrives* What's going on? Is Rafe in trouble?
Carl: GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!
Mom: Don't talk to her that way! Georgia, honey, this is between Rafe, and us. Go on now.
Georgia: *leaves*
Carl: You're grounded for a week.
Mom: Hold up, I wanna hear Rafe's side of this story.
Rafe: I don't really have a side of the story.
Mom: Rafe? I'm going to ask toi something else now, and I want an honest answer. Does Leo have anything to do with this?
Carl: Again, with the whole Leo thing? I've had it up to here with that! I don't wanna hear the name Leo in this house again. Understand? You.. freak.
Rafe: YOU'RE THE FREAK!!
Mom: That's enough, both of you!! Rafe, you're grounded until further notice. Carl, toi cool off somewhere. I don't wanna talk to any of toi right now.
After I recieved my "punishment" I just went to my room.
Leo: toi know, there are ways of getting back at him.
Rafe: Shut up. You're not even real. *smashes ceramic turtle*
Leo: I'm just saying. I know a way to get back at Carl, and earn some points at the same time. If you're interested. Just so toi know, it could really get toi into trouble.
Rafe: I don't care. I'm already in enough trouble as it is.
Okay, time out for a second. It's not like I was trying to hide Leo from toi - ou at least the part about him not being real. I know, I know - what kind of sixth grader has imaginary friends? I don't see it that way. He's always been around, and there's never been a reason to stop talking to him.
Basically, Leo is just there in my imagination. toi understand now?
Yes? Ok, good.
At school the suivant day.
poulain, colt 34: Hey. Somepony is selling Zoom here.
Filly 24: Oh cool.
Rafe: *Selling Zoom*
Hills Village Middle School is a sugary free drink zone, so something like Zoom is pure or here.
I only had one rule when it came to my sales. Bring Your Own Cup. That way, there wouldn't be marked cans floating around. One dollar filled the cup of your choice, ou emptied the can, whichever came first.
Rafe: *pours cup of Zoom* Here toi go.
poulain, colt 23: Thanks Rafe *pays a dollar*
Rafe: I guess Miller is right. I am getting a reputation around here.
Ponies: *laughing*
I made 16 bucks, and 35,000 points. And when lunch was almost over...
Jeanne: *arrives*
Rafe: Thirsty?
Jeanne: toi know, this is totally against the rules.
Rafe: That makes it taste better.
Jeanne: Why does it seem like you're always trying to get in trouble? I don't get that.
Rafe: Can toi keep a secret? *shows code of conduct*
Jeanne: Yeah? So what?
Rafe: I'm going to be the first poney to break every single rule in this book.
Jeanne: Great, thanks for telling me. Now I could get into trouble.
Rafe: No toi can't. That's my policy. Whatever happens, I don't let anyone get hurt. toi can even turn me in if toi wanted too.
Jeanne: *Stares*
Rafe: Go ahead. Make my day.
Jeanne: *Smiles*
Then the cloche, bell rang
Jeanne: Oh my gosh, I'm late for science!
Rafe: Don't worry about it.
Jeanne: No, that's what toi do. *walking*
She was just going as fast as she could without actually running, because toi know.. It's against the "rules."
Rafe: What just happened?
Leo: I'm not sure about this, but I think toi just got a step closer to Section 4, rule 7.
No s’embrasser ou other public displays of affection are allowed in the school.
To be continued
Hills Village Middle School. It's like a prison for colts, and fillies. Many of the teachers are rude, and so is nearly every student. I found out about all this when I got to my first class.
Rafe: *looking for a place to sit*
Ponies: *staring at Rafe*
Rafe: *goes to back row*
Miller: *staring*
Rafe: *sits down*
Miller: Sitting in the back, huh?
Rafe: Uh, yeah.
Miller: Are toi one of those troublemakers ou something?
Rafe: I don't know. Not really.
Miller: *shakes head* This is where all the juvies sit. In fact, you're in my seat.
Rafe: *looks at chair* I don't see your name on it.
Miller: *pulls Rafe out of chair* Let's try that again. This is my seat. Understand?
Rafe: Y-yes.
Miller: Good. Find another spot.
Rafe: *sits suivant to chair he was previously in*
Miller: Uh-uh. That one is mine too.
Rafe: *stands up*
Mr. Rourke: *walks into classroom* Excuse me Mr. Khatch... Khatch-a... Khatch-a-dor...
Rafe: Khatchadorian.
Colt: Gesundheit!
Ponies: *laughing*
Mr. Rourke: QUIET!!!
Ponies: *stop laughing*
Mr. Rourke: And how are toi on this fine jour Rafe?
Rafe: Fine, thanks.
Mr. Rourke: Do toi find our seating uncomfortable?
Rafe: Not exactly.
Mr. Rourke: Then, sit down. NOW!!!!
Rafe: *sits down*
Mr. Rourke: Now listen up everypony. In a few minutes, toi will all go to the school auditorium for a meeting. If toi need any help getting there, there will be some teachers to help you. Any questions?
Filly: What are we doing in the meeting?
Mr. Rourke: toi will learn the rules, know your schedule, and receive your school books.
The cloche, bell rings, and we all go to the meeting
Do toi remember that nursery rhyme about Jack Sprat, and his wife? Neither of them ate the same thing, but between the two of them, they got the job done. That's kind of like with me, and Leo, except the fat, and lean are words, and pictures. Make sense? I do the talking, and Leo takes care of the drawings.
Leo speaks to me sometimes, but that's about it. Conversation just isn't his thing. If Leo wanted to tell toi your house was on fire, he'd draw a picture to montrer you. But he's a great artist, and if it's true that a picture's worth a thousand words, then my buddy Leo has plus to say then anyone I've ever met.
I sat suivant to him for the school meeting.
Ponies: *chattering*
Rafe: *looking around* Well this is definitely "Special."
Leo: Could be worse.
Ponies: *chattering*
Mr. Dwight: *goes to front of auditorium* Attention!
Ponies: *stop talking*
After a whole speech that sounded like this...
Welcome, blah blah blah blah blah blah, lunch. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, watch My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, blah blah blah blah blah, and without further ado.... Blah!!
...Mr. Dwight got out the cheerleaders, and the football team, the football team, and traverser, croix country team, and they got everypony on their feet shouting. Well, everyone, but me. The only thing missing was a circus tent, and a couple of dancing elephants.
Rafe: *bored*
Mrs. Stricker: *stomping hooves* Nice work.
Mr. Dwight: And up suivant for toi to meet, Mrs. Stricker!
Cheerleaders, and sports players: Yay!! *run off stage*
Mrs. Stricker: *Gets to front of auditorium* Now every year, we have a bunch of students that try to run for student counsil. If any of toi would like to do that, please come down here, and adress the assembly.
Rafe: *sees a few ponies going to front* (This is soo boring?! I wish something could happen to make this better.)
Jeanne: Hi everyone, I'm Jeanne Galletta.
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Then, it did get better. I never seen her before, but man was she beautiful.
Jeanne: I think I'd be a good class representative, because I know how to listen. There's nothing plus important then that.
Rafe: (I'm listening.)
Leo: Are toi falling in l’amour with her.
Rafe: Eh,
Leo: Yes?
Rafe: Sure.
Jeanne: I have a lot of good ideas for how to make the school a better place. But first, I want to do one thing. *walks to Rafe*
Rafe: *excited*
Jeanne: Are toi Rafe?
Rafe: Yes.
Jeanne: Do toi want to divisé, split a large fries in the cafeteria later?
Rafe: Yeah. I'm buying.
Jeanne: No. The fries are on me. *winks*
Rafe: *smiles*
Jeanne: *Returns to front of auditorium* So, I hope you'll vote for me.
I never even heard her speech, but she definitely had my vote
After Jeanne went, a bunch of other ponies went, and I was back to being bored.
Mrs. Stricker: *returns to mic*
Rafe: (Is that it? Can we go now?)
Mrs. Stricker: *shows book* Can anyone tell me what this is?
Rafe: (No!)
Miller: Yeah. A complete waste of time.
Mrs. Stricker: This is the Hills Village Middle School Code Of Conduct. Everything toi need to know about behaving in school is in this book.
Teachers: *giving livres to students*
Mrs. Stricker: When toi recieve yours, open up to page one, and follow along with me.
Then, she started lire veeery slowly.
Mrs. Stricker: Section one: Hills Village Middle School Dress Code.
Teacher: Here *gives book to Rafe*
Rafe: *goes all the way to the back* What?
There were 16 sections, and 26 pages in this entire book! In other words, we were going to be lucky to get out of this assembly in time for Christmas. It was like Mrs. Stricker, and every single teacher was trying to get us bored to death.
Rafe: *looks at Leo*
Leo: *drawing in book*
Rafe: What are toi doing?
Leo: Just drawing. I'll montrer toi the picture when I'm done.
Mrs. Stricker: Section 2: Prohibited items. No students shall bring any electronic equipment not intended for class purposes. This includes cell phones, I-Pods, cameras, laptops...
The whole thing went on, and on, and on. par the time we got to section 6: Grounds for Expulsion, my brain was turning into guacamole, and I'm pretty sure my ears were bleeding too.
As far as I could tell, this little green book in my hoof was just one long liste of ways I could get into trouble from now, until the end of the year.
Leo: *drawing*
Rafe: *listening to Mrs. Stricker*
Leo: Hey. *shows picture* What do toi think?
His picture was him, wearing a hat, sunglasses, and headphones. He was standing on his back legs, while carrying a laptop with his left hoof, and had nun chucks in his other hoof. At the bottom, it a dit Rules Are Made For Breaking.
Rafe: It's great.
And then, that's when I got my idea. My really, stupendous, really, really, big idea. I would break every single rule in that book. Leo knew exactly what I was thinking.
Leo: Go for it. Just pick something out of the book, and get started.
Rafe: Right now?
Leo: Why not? What are toi waiting for? *opens book* Ah, this is perfect.
Rafe: I can't do that! What if someone gets hurt?
Leo: How does this hurt anyone? Except,.maybe you.
Rafe: That's not helping.
Leo: Listen. You're never going to be a jock, a candidate, ou whatever. *show rule book* This on the other hand is something toi can do.
Rafe: I don't know.
Leo: Or, toi can keep going the way toi are, and every jour can be just like this one. It might not be so bad, but there are one hundred, and eighty school days in a year.
Rafe: Ok, ok! *gets up*
Leo wanted me to pull a feu alarm, so that's what I went to do.
Rafe: *goes to teacher* May I please use the bathroom?
Teacher: toi can wait.
Mrs. Stricker: Section 8! We're almost there!
Rafe: Please! It's an emergency!
Teacher: Ugh! *gives bathroom pass to Rafe* Be back here in five minutes.
Rafe: Ok. *leaves*
My cœur, coeur was pounding like crazy. I just had to find a feu alarm close to the bathroom. What I would do is pull the alarm, run quickly into the bathroom, and come out just to make it look like I was in there.
Rafe: *goes to feu alarm*
I swear, I thought that feu Alarm a dit something to me
feu Alarm: Oh Rafe!!
Rafe: *thinking*
Leo: Do it.
Rafe: *pulls feu alarm*
In the auditorium
Mrs. Stricker: Ok everypony! Line up in a single file line, and walk out of the school.
Colt: But what if there's an actual fire, and we get stuck?
Mrs. Stricker: Then that's your fault. Now get in a single file line
Rafe: *Runs out of bathroom*
Teacher: Did toi pull the feu alarm?
Rafe: I was in the bathroom. How could I pull the feu alarm?
Teacher: Alright. Come with me. *starts walking*
Rafe: *follows teacher*
Mrs. Stricker: *gets students out of building*
Teacher: Here's a student that went to the bathroom when the alarm went off.
Mrs. Stricker: Alright. Who's your homeroom teacher?
Rafe: Mr. Rourke.
Mrs. Stricker: Ok. Go to him.
Rafe: *goes to Mr. Rourke's class*
Leo: That was awesome.
Leo then gave me a double high five
Leo: One for the execution, and the other for the idea.
Rafe: I can't take all the credit. The idea was half yours.
Leo: That's true. *shows code of conduct book* Check it out. I made some improvements.
Rafe: *looks at drawing* Not bad. And now, *crosses off Section 11: Rule 3: Students shall not tamper with smoke ou feu alarms under any circumstances* One rule down, and well. The rest to go.
After my first jour of school came the lowlife of my day. Coming home. My mom is dating this guy named Carl that does nothing but, watch TV ou shout at someone. His dog Ditka, is very huge, and looks like he could bite your head off.
Rafe: *enters home*
Ditka: BARK!! *gets on Rafe*
Carl: Ditka, down!
Ditka: *goes away*
Carl: So how was your first jour of school?
Rafe: School was unbelieveable. I met this beautiful filly, and I pulled the feu alarm
Ok, I didn't tell him that I pulled the feu alarm, but he wouldn't care anyway.
Carl: Uh-huh. Did toi sign up for football yet?
Rafe: Nah. *grabs pudding cups from refrigerator*
Carl: Why not? Football is the only thing you're good at!
Rafe: *going to his room* Don't worry. I didn't forget I'm a loser, loser.
Carl: Did toi just call me a loser?!!?
Rafe: No, I called myself a loser! *closes door to room* Loser. *lays on bed*
Georgia: *knocks on door*
Rafe: Enter.
Georgia: *enters room, and closes door* What's going on? Why was he yelling at you? Are toi in trouble?
Rafe: Go away. I got work to do.
Georgia: Just tell me what he said.
Rafe: Here *gives pudding cup to Georgia* He a dit have a pudding cup, ok? Now get out.
Georgia: *goes to door* Rafe?
Rafe: What?
Georgia: Thanks for the pudding cup.
Rafe: You're welcome. Now close the door from the other side.
Georgia: *closes door*
Finally, some peace, and quiet. Now to get started on my plan to survive my first an of middle school. First off, it needed a name. After a few minutes, I came up with Operation R.A.F.E
Rules
Aren't
For
Everypony
I'd be the first poulain, colt to play Operation Rafe, but not the last. Someday there could be Operation R.A.F.E video games, ou action figures that looked exactly like me, a whole amusement park with sixteen different roller coasters, and no height requirements for any of the rides. The whole thing could make me the most richest poney ever.
Meanwhile, I stilll had to finish inventing this thing. I decided that every rule in the code of conduct should be worth a certain amount of points depending on how hard it was to break. Of course, I could get into a lot of trouble, so I decided to make that worth points too. There would be bonuses for things like getting big laughs, ou if Jeanne Galleta saw what I did. Definitely that!
I wrote all the rules down in a spiral notebook, but then I thought of something else. How would this all end? If I did good enough to break all the rules in this book, everything would be perfect, but what if I didn't? What would Leo think about that?
The suivant morning, my mom set out two plates of scrambled eggs in front of me, and Georgia
Mom: toi two were asleep when I got home. I'm excited to hear about your first day! Tell me everything.
I would've a dit Define Everything, but that would be like putting up a neon sign saying I've got something to hide. So, I just let Georgia talk first.
Luckily, Georgia talks a lot. And I mean, a lot. I was just about to leave, when she finished talking.
Mom: Rafe? How was your first jour of school?
Rafe: It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Mom: *eyes widen* Who are you, and what have toi done with the real Rafe?
Rafe: I'm not saying I l’amour it-
Mom: No, but this sounds like a good start. I'm proud of toi honey. toi must be doing something right. Whatever it is, just keep doing it.
Rafe: Oh I will. *leaves house*
The suivant few days were just okay. I just stuck to some of the beginner-level stuff to keep things moving along.
On tuesday,
Rafe: *Chewing gum*
Mr. Rourke: Hey. Spit that out.
Rafe: *spits gum into trash*
I got 5,000 points
On Wednesday,
Rafe: *running down hallway*
Mr. Dwight: Hey, slow down there.
10,000 points
Then when it was Thursday,
Rafe: *eating a snickers in library*
Mrs. Frurock: Put that away.
Rafe: *eats entire snickers*
Then on Friday
Leo: You're just coasting. If you're going to play the game, toi need to actually play it. So, I'm going to change things up.
Rafe: You? Since when do toi make decisions?
Leo: Since half of this whole idea was mine. Here's the deal. It's two twenty-six. That means fourty nine minutes left in the day. That's how long you've got to earn thirty thousand points.
Rafe: Thirty thousand?
Leo: Yep. Otherwise toi lose a life.
Rafe: Hang on a sec... I have lives?
Leo: Sure. Three of them to be exact.
Rafe: And what happens if I lose all three?
Leo: Then you're a loser, and fail the game. The rest of the an will be as fun as getting stung par thousands of wasps.
Rafe: Oh. That's all huh? Ok, game on.
Suddenly, the cloche, bell for eighth period rang.
Leo: That's forty-eight minutes left, and counting. Better get busy.
My last class of the jour was english with Mrs. Donatello.
Mrs. Donatello: Ok, today we are going to read Romeo & Juliet par William Shakespeare. And we all know what he was famous for, right?
Rafe: (making the most boring stories in all of Equestria)
Mrs. Donatello: This story is a little advanced, but I think you're up for it.
Allison: I'll help with handing out the scripts.
Mrs. Donatello: Ok, thank you. Now let's go over the parts you'll be reading. Rafe, I think you'll make an excellent Paris.
Ponies: *laughing*
Rafe: Why do I have to read a fillie's part?
Mrs. Donatello: Paris is a stallion. He's one of Lord Capulet's best men.
Rafe: He probably still wears tights.
Unfortunately no one heard that
Mrs. Donatello: Listen to the language as we read along. Notice how every line has ten syllables. Notice the subtle rhyming. That's not easy to do. No one has ever written like Shakespeare.
Rafe: No one?
Then, that's where I got my idea to get 30,000 points. I didn't have a single line until page 12. This was good, and gave me enough time to think. Ten syllables per line? Check. Rhyming? Check.
Mrs. Donatello: Act 1, scene 2. Lord Capulet, and Paris enter.
Jason: But Montague is bound as well as I...
Rafe: (Come on, hurry up!) *puts paper over script*
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe?
Rafe: Hm?
Mrs. Donatello: It's your turn.
Rafe: Oh. Excuse me sir, there's dog poop on your shoe.
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe!
Rafe: Your wife is ugly, and your daughter too. I think this play is stupid, so guess what? I'm out of here, and toi can Kiss my-
That was as far as I got until Mrs. Donatello ripped the page out of my hand.
At least everyone in my class was laughing. Only this time, they weren't laughing at me anymore. They were laughing with me.
The cloche, bell rang, and class was over
Rafe: *going to door*
Mrs. Donatello: Rafe, come here.
Rafe: *Goes to Mrs. Donatello's desk*
Mrs. Donatello: What was that?
Rafe: Nothing.
Mrs. Donatello: It wasn't "nothing". First of all, let me say I noticed toi kept Mr. Shakespeare's meter, and rhyme in what toi wrote.
Rafe: Thanks.
Mrs. Donatello: But your behavior was unacceptable. There are better ways to use your creativity, and I think toi know that. I'm going to give toi a warning this time, but you're skating on very thin ice. Understand?
Rafe: Thin ice is better then no ice at all.
Mrs. Donatello: Alright, get outta here.
Rafe: *leaves*
While getting to my bus, all I could think about was Leo's challenge, and how I beaten it.
I got 20,000 points for using inappropriate language. 10,000 points for getting the ponies in my class to laugh, and 5,000 for Jeanne seeing what I did. Everything went great.
When I got accueil that afternoon, I went straight to my room with Leo.
Rafe: Let's see here, I've got 105,000 points.
Leo: And three lives left. That thing toi did in English was pretty awesome if I say so myself.
Carl: WHAT ARE toi DOING?!!!?
For a moment, I thought he was shouting at us, but he was mad at Georgia for switching the channel on the T.V.
Georgia: Nothing. I just wanted to-
Carl: I'm watching that! Don't change the channel.
Georgia: But toi were sleeping!
Carl: No buts! toi can watch the game with me, ou get lost. Which one is it?
Georgia: *goes to her room*
Rafe: I hate when she yells at her. salut Carl! Pick on someone your own size!!
Carl: Mind your own beeswax. *turns up volume on tv*
Leo: toi know what? We need a new rule.
Rafe: I was just thinking the same thing. Nopony should get hurt in Operation R.A.F.E.
Leo: Especially little ponies. Call it the Don't Be a ours Rule.
ours is Carl's nickname
Rafe: How about just the No-Hurt Rule?
Leo: Good enough.
After the suivant couple of weeks, I was doing very good at Operation R.A.F.E. This might be a good time to introduce some other people at the Hills Village prison for Middle Schoolers. The cafeteria ladies, that I like to call Millie, Billie, and Tilly. I think they're part of a government program to get rid of the middle school population. Anyways, I got 15,000 points for leaving trash on the school table.
My spanish teacher, Senor Wasserman is alright. As long as toi don't make any mistakes, but if toi do, you're done for.
Senor Wasserman: Rafael llegaste tarde!! (Rafe, you're late.)
Rafe: No oi el timbre! (I didn't hear the bell.)
For arriving late, I got 7,500 points, and the reason I didn't hear the cloche, bell was because I had headphones on which counted as no electronics. I got 5,000 points for that.
Mr. Lattimore is my gym teacher. I think he used to be a part of some army, because that's how he treats us.
Mr. Lattimore: Hup two three four hup two three four
Ponies: *running*
Mr. Lattimore: PRIVATE KHATCH-A-MA- WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS!!! What do toi think you're doing?!?
Rafe: *riding scooter*
I got 25,000 points, and Mr. Lattimore gave me thirty push ups, two extra laps, and my very first detention.
It was a typical friday night. Mom wouldn't be accueil until it was late, and both Georgia, and Carl were asleep. Georgia, because she's little, and Carl, because he's lazy.
Rafe: *grabs swiss cheese* Ditka. Here boy.
Ditka: Woof, woof!! *runs towards Rafe*
Rafe: *throws cheese into bathroom*
Ditka: *Goes into bathroom*
Rafe: *closes door* Now for some zoom.
Zoom tastes like chocolat mixed with colta cola. I pour the zoom out of a can into a travel mug, just in case Carl wakes up, and he can't see what I'm drinking.
Next, was the dangerous part.
Carl: *Sleeping*
Rafe: *sees remote*
Carl: *holding remote*
Rafe: *slowly taking remote*
Carl: *snoring*
Rafe: *gets remote* Sweet.
90 minutes later
Mom: *arrives at home*
Rafe: *Watching The Last Solstice*
Cadence: The feelings flow deep within Nocturnal Mirage, it’s difficult to read them. But, I sense a different emotional vibration in his soul. Something happened that brought him out of his neutral and reluctant standpoint.
Luna: Hmm… If he becomes emotionally invested, it means he will revise his attitude and grab the initiative.
Cadence: Exactly.
Mom: Rafe, sweetie? It's time for bed.
Rafe: *turns off T.V* toi smell like cinammon.
Mom: I made a few pomme pies.
Rafe: Did toi bring one home?
Mom: Maybe... *laughs*
Rafe: *laughs*
Mom: How was your day?
Rafe: About average.
Mom: toi seem different lately. Happier. It's nice to see. And Rafe? toi haven't seen Leo have you?
Leo's kind of a touchy subject in our house.
Rafe: *Shakes head no*
Mom: Okay then. Remember, if toi ever need to talk about anything-
Rafe: I know mom. Thanks.
My good luck lasted for another four days, fifteen hours, and twenty two minutes. It was Wednesday right after school. The time I had to spend during my first detention.
Rafe: *stops at water fountain*
??: *By Rafe*
Rafe: *drinking water*
Miller: *slams Rafe's face into fountain* Well, well. Look who it is. Seems like you're getting a reputation around here. What's your deal anyway?
Rafe: I don't know what you're talking about.
Miller: Listen *pushes Rafe onto floor* toi want to prove you're the toughest poney in this school?
Rafe: I'm not trying to prove anything.
Miller: Too late *pulls Rafe onto his hooves* You, and me outside. Right now.
Rafe: Umm.
Miller: One.
Rafe: Ummm.
Miller: Two.
Rafe: I can't!
Miller: Why not? Chicken?
Rafe: No. Detention! *runs away*
Miller: Detention? This is exactly what I'm talking about! I'm onto toi Khatchadorian! toi better watch your back before toi catch-a-door in the face!!
Rafe: *makes it to Mrs. Donatello's classroom*
Just when I was about to go in, Leo was there.
Leo: I've got bad news.
Rafe: Yeah, I think I just met it.
Leo: Well there's more. toi Lost a life. Sorry.
Rafe: What? What are toi talking about?
Leo: toi wussed out on Miller.
Rafe: Yeah well, I didn't feel like donating blood today.
Leo: Could've been worth some good points. Section nine, rule eleven. Students will not bully, harass, ou fight one another anywhere on school property.
Rafe: Just because I didn't fight him doesn't mean I should lose a life. toi never said-
Leo: I a dit I'd make things interesting. toi got your job, and I got mine.
Rafe: Whatever. I did not lose a life.
Leo: Yeah toi did.
I thought detention was going to be me, Ms. Donatello, and whoever else had gotten into trouble that week. Well Ms. Donatello was there, and so was I, but upon arrival I saw it was just the two of us.
Ms. Donatello: You're late.
Rafe: Where is everyone?
Ms. Donatello: I asked Mrs. Stricker to take the other students. I was hoping you, and I could just talk.
Rafe: (This is bad.)
Ms. Donatello: Have a seat.
Rafe: *Sits down*
None of us a dit a word. I just sat there, facing my desk. I was asleep when the cloche, bell rang.
Mrs. Stricker: All students taking the late bus accueil should proceed to the boarding area now.
Rafe: *going to door*
Ms. Donatello: I'm disappointed in toi Rafe. toi have so much potential-
Rafe: I need to catch my bus *leaves room*
I survived to be tortured another day, but just like with Miller, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold off Ms. Donatello.
When I got accueil from detention
Leo: Only two lives left, 89 rules left to break, and you've got 340,000 points.
Rafe: That's good. So what do I get anyway?
Leo: Get?
Rafe: Yeah, for all these points. They gotta be worth something right? What do I win?
Leo: Depends on how many points toi finish with. toi need at least a million.
Rafe: For what?
Leo: A week of base jumping at the Grand Canyon, all expenses paid.
Rafe: I'll need training.
Leo: No problem. We'll get toi the best.
Rafe: Then, white water rafting. All the way down the Colorado.
Leo: And rock climbing, back out of the canyon, where your Aston Maretin Vanquish, and a fake driver's license await.
Rafe: Sweet. Oh, what about Jeanne Galleta? Put her in too.
Leo: That'll cost another 200,000 points, but I'll throw in Bear. Then he gets Lost in the wild, and adopted par real bears.
Rafe: In that case, let him get eaten par real bears.
Leo: Nopony gets hurt, remember? It's already in the notebook.
Rafe: I'll make an exception.
Leo: No exceptions. Besides, toi need that No Hurt Rule. It's the only part of all this that Jeanne will actually like.
Rafe: toi know. toi oughta try talking to real ponies. They'd like toi if toi did.
Mom: *knocks on door* Rafe, are toi in there?
Rafe: Just a second! *putting everything away*
Mom: No, not in a second. We need to talk, right now!!
Rafe: Alright *goes out of room*
Mom: Now, come into the living room.
Rafe: *Goes into living room* What's up?
Mom: Did toi have detention today?
Rafe: Kind of.
Carl: Kind of?!!? KIND OF?!!? What does that mean?!!?
Mom: Carl, take it easy. I got a call from Mrs. Stricker. She says she left a message here last week. Do toi know anything about that?
Georgia: *Arrives* What's going on? Is Rafe in trouble?
Carl: GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!
Mom: Don't talk to her that way! Georgia, honey, this is between Rafe, and us. Go on now.
Georgia: *leaves*
Carl: You're grounded for a week.
Mom: Hold up, I wanna hear Rafe's side of this story.
Rafe: I don't really have a side of the story.
Mom: Rafe? I'm going to ask toi something else now, and I want an honest answer. Does Leo have anything to do with this?
Carl: Again, with the whole Leo thing? I've had it up to here with that! I don't wanna hear the name Leo in this house again. Understand? You.. freak.
Rafe: YOU'RE THE FREAK!!
Mom: That's enough, both of you!! Rafe, you're grounded until further notice. Carl, toi cool off somewhere. I don't wanna talk to any of toi right now.
After I recieved my "punishment" I just went to my room.
Leo: toi know, there are ways of getting back at him.
Rafe: Shut up. You're not even real. *smashes ceramic turtle*
Leo: I'm just saying. I know a way to get back at Carl, and earn some points at the same time. If you're interested. Just so toi know, it could really get toi into trouble.
Rafe: I don't care. I'm already in enough trouble as it is.
Okay, time out for a second. It's not like I was trying to hide Leo from toi - ou at least the part about him not being real. I know, I know - what kind of sixth grader has imaginary friends? I don't see it that way. He's always been around, and there's never been a reason to stop talking to him.
Basically, Leo is just there in my imagination. toi understand now?
Yes? Ok, good.
At school the suivant day.
poulain, colt 34: Hey. Somepony is selling Zoom here.
Filly 24: Oh cool.
Rafe: *Selling Zoom*
Hills Village Middle School is a sugary free drink zone, so something like Zoom is pure or here.
I only had one rule when it came to my sales. Bring Your Own Cup. That way, there wouldn't be marked cans floating around. One dollar filled the cup of your choice, ou emptied the can, whichever came first.
Rafe: *pours cup of Zoom* Here toi go.
poulain, colt 23: Thanks Rafe *pays a dollar*
Rafe: I guess Miller is right. I am getting a reputation around here.
Ponies: *laughing*
I made 16 bucks, and 35,000 points. And when lunch was almost over...
Jeanne: *arrives*
Rafe: Thirsty?
Jeanne: toi know, this is totally against the rules.
Rafe: That makes it taste better.
Jeanne: Why does it seem like you're always trying to get in trouble? I don't get that.
Rafe: Can toi keep a secret? *shows code of conduct*
Jeanne: Yeah? So what?
Rafe: I'm going to be the first poney to break every single rule in this book.
Jeanne: Great, thanks for telling me. Now I could get into trouble.
Rafe: No toi can't. That's my policy. Whatever happens, I don't let anyone get hurt. toi can even turn me in if toi wanted too.
Jeanne: *Stares*
Rafe: Go ahead. Make my day.
Jeanne: *Smiles*
Then the cloche, bell rang
Jeanne: Oh my gosh, I'm late for science!
Rafe: Don't worry about it.
Jeanne: No, that's what toi do. *walking*
She was just going as fast as she could without actually running, because toi know.. It's against the "rules."
Rafe: What just happened?
Leo: I'm not sure about this, but I think toi just got a step closer to Section 4, rule 7.
No s’embrasser ou other public displays of affection are allowed in the school.
To be continued
