Me: Okay I will be using Equestria Girls version of the mane 6 and humanize Sonic.

Rainbow Dash: Also my character is a little different from the original so you might notice it.

Sonic: I won't appear just yet so hang on.

Sonamylovah: Hey you are copying my story.

Me: But its different and I modified it so...

Sonamylovah: Alright I'll let you get away with it, but be warned.

- Sondash: Return -

Beep! Beep! Beep! The rainbow alarm clock blared into the cyan girl's ears. She groaned, pulling her covers over her head and smashing her face into a blue pillow. Beep! Beep! Beep! It just wouldn't shut up!

"Rainbow Dash! Get your butt down here!"

Dash sighed. She didn't have a choice now. Lazily, she threw off her blankets and trudged her way downstairs. Once the drowzy girl had reached the bottom of the stairwell, a very unappealing face greeted her with an ugly scowl.

"Rainbow Dash! I've been calling your ugly name for a whole 10 seconds! I need for you to do my hair and my make-up," the golden colored woman demanded, "I'm an absolute disaster at the moment and even though you are dreadful at doing touch-ups, your all I have to do it. Oh, how I wish your smarter and prettier step-sisters were here to do it instead of being at their modeling jobs!"

Rainbow Dash frowned. "Good morning to you too...," she muttered under her breath.

The grouchy woman eyed her carefully with suspicion. "What was that?" she threatened. Dash shook her head quickly, the ragged, rainbow hair that hung down the side of her head slapping against her face. "Nothing. Here, let me get your brush..."

The old lady grabbed Rainbow's hand as the cyan girl reached for the brush and brought it up to her face. "That sounded like sas to me and you know how I feel about sas." The woman brought out a ruler made out of metal.

"Put your hand on the table."

Dash gasped, terrified. "No...please..."

"NOW."

Reluctantly, Dash layed her trembling palm on the table in front of her. SMACK! The ruler slapped against the back of her gloved hand. Tears prickled in Rainbow's eyes as she felt the sting on her hand.

"Now," the woman said, "Do my hair. Make me beautiful."

Twenty minutes later, Rainbow Dash ran up to her bedroom, locked the door, and collapsed on her bed, sobbing. "Why is Margaret so mean to me? Why do step-mom's have to be so hurtful?"

Carefully, Dash slid the wristband around her wrist up her arm. She had to see the injury her step-mom had inflicted upon her. A deep, purple-ish bruse lay in the spot where she had been whacked. Rainbow Dash winced at the sight before putting her wristband in place. Then she looked over at her dresser to see a small picture frame next to her alarm clock. In the picture, a small, cyan, and smiling girl in an white shirt and pants stood doing the peace sign in front of a pretty, white woman and a handsome, red man. Dash sighed sadly. It had been eight years since her mother had died, therefore turning her father corrupt.

Dash sighed again. "One day...One day something will happen. One day, I will be free of this place and I will finally get back at Margaret for all the years she had made me suffer!" The cyan girl pumped her fist into the air. "You hear me! I'm gonna be free one day! Just you wait and see!"