>>2009959820099598 (You)

>The morning's events killed about an hour. You look down at your watch as you see the school come up on the horizon.

>7:15

>Damn... There's still some time before classes even start.

>You actually look presentable today.

>You took the time to shave the stubble off, and got some clean clothes.

>Gotta look good for your friends, at least.

>You still can't get the idea of you being in a skirt out of your head.

>Coming up onto the campus, you see the girls all sitting in a circle on the steps to the main hall.

>Well, except for miss Fashionista Rarity.

>Probably still doing her make-up...

>Sunset sat on the steps to the main hall. She and the others were gossiping without Rarity.

>"Well, come on. Spill the beans, girl! What did he say ta ya?"

>Sunset rolled her eyes.

>"You know we can't talk about that stuff..."

>Sunset clung to her backpack tightly, wiggling about in embarrassment.

>Her hair was back to the way it was normally styled, dressed in her usual outfit.

>"It must have been super-duper nice to make you all happy giddy like this!"

>As much as she hated to admit it, Pinkie was right.

>Upon noticing that Anon was walking toward them, Sunset dropped her bag and ran to him.

>She leaps at him and clings to his shoulders for a hug as they both spin in a circle for a full 360.

"Ready to take on the day?"

>Sunset nodded.

>You could see the necklace around her neck again.

>Looking over at the group, you just had to ask.

"Is that girl STILL doing her make-up?"

>Sunset and the others laughed.

>All at once they say "Hair."

>You just shake your head.

>>2010080220100802 (You)

Come now, Anons. Don't let the thread die!

>You sat around with the girls until your first class started.

>Science. Ugh. You didn't hate the class, but more so the teacher. Miss prattles-on-about-nothing-all-day.

>At least it was a good time to just relax a bit.

>Too bad you couldn't kick your feet up...

>No matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn't help but worry about Sunset.

>How was everyone else treating her? Was she okay?

>It ate at your mind until the class change finally came up.

>Out in the hallway you run into Brad. Literally, you just bumped into him.

>Looks like he just got out of Music class.

>"Oh, Anon. Just the guy I was looking for."

>Wait, what? A popular guy was looking for you? What in the twisted fuck is going on here?

>"I heard that you were the one to give Sunset that necklace."

>He raised his hand up.

>Out of reflex, you hide your face. You didn't want a second strike.

>He lowers it down for a handshake.

>"You have real good taste in jewelry for women. She seems to REALLY love it."

>Easing up for the handshake, you accept it and the compliment.

"Oh uh, yeah. It was uh... A gift for her birthday."

>Brad laughed softly.

>"Well, at least she has someone cool to be around. Hey, I'll see you around!"

>He took off for his next class.

>You stand there, stunned. No one has called you "cool" before. At least, no one but your mother.

>Things are actually looking up today.

>>2010111220101112 (You)

>Second class, culinary arts. Cooking.

>This class isn't so bad. Though you can never get over the teacher. He always speaks with a french accent, and he even looks french.

>Not to mention, he ALWAYS has that pink-haired woman with him... What a show-off.

>Ah, who are you to complain? You'll do better than you've done before, and actually try to make something that you can bring to your new friends.

>The teacher coughs to get everyone's attention.

>"Now, class. Listen here. Today we will be learning to make Cupcakes. A very... Small delicacy, but a popular one. Surely you can't mess THIS one up."

>Oh boy, here we go. Cupcakes. And he's beginning to rant.

>Mr. Fancy Pants begins to go over each cooking station, inspecting them to make sure they were cleaned to his tastes.

>Sunset Shimmer sat in English. She tapped her pencil on the desk in a bored fashion.

>Even though it was a required credit, she still didn't really like it too much. Too much reading and studying of old, dead people's works.

>She tried to keep herself working, but it was hard not sharing any morning classes with friends. Every now and again when she'd shift to turn a page, the light would catch her necklace.

>"Miss Cheerilee! Sunset is shining lights in my eyes!" cried out some other kid.

>Sunset groaned and put her head down.

>"Is this true, Sunset?"

>"No, Ma'am. I'm not.. It just reflects the light when I move... I can put it away if you want."

>She really did not want to give up her necklace.

>Cheerilee tsk'd.

>"You know the rules... No distractions in class. I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate it."

>Just hearing that tore Sunset apart.

>Reluctantly, she removes the gift and handed it over. No point in fighting with her, she'd only get in more trouble.

>Oh, what will Anon say?

>>2010138820101388 (You)

>Back over with Anon, things looked to be good.

>You didn't burn any ingredients. That's one thing.

>You didn't ignite the utensils. And you didn't ignite the oven...

>Wow, today really was your day. Last time you touched the oven with your group, the over produced some sort of slime monster.

>"I just don't know what went wrong!"

>You shake your head at the reminder of that event.

>Hopefully these cupcakes turn out really good. You put extra effort into making them, and you've been vigilantly watching them cook.

>You feel as though your eyes themselves are cooking.

>You took a little bit of a break while they cooked to just relax some more. That run in with Brad had your heart going a million miles an hour.

>You lose yourself in thought for a moment before the loud tick of the clock brings you back.

"Shit, the cupcakes!"

>Way to go genius, way to go.

>Thankfully they were perfectly cooked when you got them out.

>You took a few minutes to think about what to put onto them. You decide to just do what your heart desired, and leave them in the fridge to cool off until lunch.

>Third class. Art.

>You share this class with that Pink party girl. She was ALWAYS making some crazy art. Even when the teacher gave her a specific set of instructions...

>This was a good way to try to be creative, but you couldn't help the feeling that something was off... Something was wrong somewhere.

>It was a free art day. You draw whatever came to your mind.

>Sunset sat in her third period mathematics class. She enjoyed math to some degree, but was a lot less participant than normal.

>Instead she kept her head down as she quietly worked away.

>Sunset felt absolutely horrible for losing her necklace on the second day.

>Oh, how will I get it back? Cheerilee is such a stickler for the rules... She wouldn't just give it back to me.

>She muddled over this as she continued to work on the problems assigned by the teacher.

>>2010175220101752 (You)

>You stand out in the hall, carrying a large plate of multicolored cupcakes.

>They both looked and smelled amazing. Though you know that the pink girl would harshly criticize your handiwork...

>Shrugging it off, you walk into the lunch room, back first so that you don't fuck up and drop the cupcakes.

>It takes a minute, but eventually the flailing of Pinkie Pie caught your attention.

>"ANON! OVER HERE! HEY, ANOOOON!"

>Ugh, and that loud mouth of hers.

>Walking down between the isles of tables, you see Sunset sitting in the middle of them, with her head down.

>Did your breakfast make her sick? Did someone do something to her?

>Rushing down to her side, you almost drop the batch of sweets.

"What happened!? ...Was it my cooking?"

>Applejack shook her head.

>"Naw, Sunset's completely upset. From what we can make out, sounds like ol' Cheerilee took that there purdy necklace y'all gave her, and has it under lockdown."

>You took a few minutes to think about that one.

>Cheerilee took the necklace? But why? It wasn't hurting anyone... What possible reason could she have?

>Then it hits you.

>Setting down the cupcakes the middle of the table, you take a seat next to Sunset, putting an arm on her back.

>She lifted her head slowly, the tears streaking down her face in a torrent.

>"Oh Anon, she just took it away! I couldn't really stop her, or else I'd be in more trouble..."

>She seemed to be having a hard time speaking through the sobbing.

>"It... It was that stupid brat...!"

>Stupid brat? Who could she be talking about?

>You look at the other girls.

"Any of you know who is in her class?"

>Rainbow punches her own palm.

>"I bet it was Snips! That little creep...!"

>Of course... Who else would do this but the people who was most used by Sunset last fall?

>>2010206020102060 (You)

>You storm out of the cafeteria, with Sunset in tow.

>She's still crying over the necklace, but is now more worried about you being suspended or expelled for doing what you're about to do.

>The others stayed back in the cafeteria to eat.

>On the way to Cheerilee's classroom, you run into Brad.

>He takes note of the scene before him and stops you where you are.

>"Hey Anon, what's the deal? I thought you two were friends!"

>You give him an angered look before lightening up a bit.

>"Are you going to answer me or not? You don't just go around doing this kind of stuff to people!"

>He shoves you against the lockers. Sunset shrieks in fear, trying to pull Brad away from you.

>"Brad, no! Don't! It's not what you think!"

>She tugs on his arm, raised and ready to throw a punch.

>"What are you talking about? It's obvious you two must have gotten in a fight, and he must have taken your necklace away!"

>Sunset kept begging for him to stop and listen to reason while you tried to catch your breath.

>It took a moment, but you finally were able to stand right on your own. Though now your head hurt from the impact on the metal lockers.

"She's telling the truth. We didn't get into any fight."

>Brad looks back at you expectantly.

"Cheerilee took her necklace away because of Snips. The light reflected off of it, and I'm going to help her get it back."

>Brad still did not look convinced. He looked back at Sunset, who stood there with her hands held together at her chest and nodded.

>"...If you really mean that..."

>He paused to sigh and help you straighten yourself out.

>"Then sorry about that. I guess I just get a little upset when I see things like this. Good luck on getting that necklace back.

>Yeah, you move on you blue haired--

>Just before you finish your thought, you see Cheerilee just leaving her classroom.

"Hey, Miss Cheerilee, can we talk for a minute?"

>Cheerilee turned toward you.

>"Oh, sure, Anon. What's going on--"

>She paused once she saw Sunset.

>>2010252620102526 (You)

>Cheerilee did not look amused when she saw the clearly upset Sunset Shimmer.

>"If this is about her, then no. Rules are rules."

>This was going to be really tough to convince her to release the prisoner.

"Look, Cheerilee..."

>"Miss, Cheerilee to you."

>You give an annoyed sigh internally.

"MISS Cheerilee... Can't you just let it go this one time? I'm sure that whatever she did, she didn't do it on purpose."

>That fat bitch Cheerilee shook her head as she stood adamant.

>"No, sorry Anon. Rules are rules, and she's not allowed to have it back."

>You look back at Sunset.

>She looks more dreadful than before. Her hair came down over her face again as she gave of a defeated sigh.

>You think really hard about this one.

"Miss Cheerilee, Please, You have to give it back to her."

>Then it hit you. Like that one time back in fourth grade you got hit by that rock a kid threw in your direction.

"...You wouldn't want to be the one who causes Sunset to go berserk again, do you? Surely that much damage wouldn't be good for your reputation. And I know Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna wouldn't approve of it either.

>Cheerilee seemed hesitant.

>Sunset merely froze in place. She never thought that would happen, but was more nervous than ever.

>That thread, under normal circumstances would get you thrown out indefinitely. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

>"If you put it that way..."

>Cheerilee unlocked the door to her room and opened it up.

>"What is the big deal about this thing anyway?"

>You take a quick look around the room. Of course, assigned seating... Some teachers never give their students any freedoms.

"...It was a gift from me to her. It is very special."

>You look up at the lights.

>Ugh, it was those stupid, blinding florescent lights.

>Cheerilee brought the necklace out of her desk drawer and handed it to you.

>"Just... don't speak of this again."

>You hold the necklace for a moment to think.

>>2010302220103022 (You)

>Cheerilee looks at you questioningly.

>"Why are you looking at that table that way? Is something bothering you, Anon?"

>You quickly snap back to reality.

"Oh, no. It's nothing. Thanks, Miss Cheerilee."

>Note to self... find some way to get back at that little shit for what he did...

>Walking out with the necklace, you hand it to Sunset.

>She really didn't look pleased that you got it back the way you did.

>"That really wasn't nice Anon... Using me as a threat like that?"

>You say nothing. You know it was not the right the to do, but it was the only thing you could think of.

>"...But I'm glad you got it back."

Sunset leaned over and gave you another kiss on the cheek.

>Brad was just a little ways down the hall, and he gave a playful gag at the sight.

"Anything for you, Sunny."

>Aww, what a cute little nick name, you fucking faggot. You softie piece of shit.

>Ah well, at least you did what you needed to do in order to make Sunset happy again. Hell, it even made you feel happy, since that WAS kind of an expensive gift...

>Your poor wallet would be sobbing right now, if it had feelings.

>Walking past Brad, you two bump knuckles; A sign a brohood.

>Back at the table, the group of girl had kept gabbing on with one another.

>You look at the tray that carried the cupcakes. All that was left was some measley crumbs...

>Of course, Sunset wouldn't be able to have anything nice, now could she?

>Feeling your slightly unhappy aura from seeing the cupcakes eaten, Pinkie tries to speak up.

>"What? it wush gud."

>She gives a sheepish smile as you facepalm.

"It... It's fine. Let's just enjoy the rest of our lunch break."

>You REALLY wanted to try those cupcakes too...

>>2010423120104231

>Lunch hour had passed, and you're now in your fourth class.

>Sighing, you sit down on a bench outside. Gym class.

>You never were the BEST at sports. The only real athletic things you liked to play were simple things. Some Basketball here or there, ball hockey... But today was really bad.

>Rugby.

>The sad thing was, you had Rainbow in your class too. Half of the time, you'd swear your P.E. Teacher WAS Rainbow Dash, seeing as how often she'd be showing off or dictating the classes...

>You'd really rather just be inside doing something else. Anything else but gym class today...

>At least it was sunny.

>They were picking out players for each team. Two captains, Dash, and that Lightning Dust chick.

>You'd swear, if they didn't have boobs, they'd be two fucking masculine as shit guys, just by how they went at each other.

>Always a "who's dick is bigger" contest with those two...

>You wonder how Sunset was doing.

>Lost in thought, Rainbow calls your name.

>"Anon! Hey, Earth to Anon! You're on my team!"

>Shit... You really did not want to play. But seeing as participation is required...

>Sunset sat in her fourth period class. Science.

>Thankfully, the class was studying photosynthesis and plants, so they had some plants lined up along the wall for the sun to help grow them.

>She couldn't help but be distracted from her lab work. Sure, writing labs wasn't fun, but it wasn't what was keeping her attention occupied.

>It just so happened that the classroom she was in was at the side of the school, right next to the soccer and football fields.

>Since the entire period was going to be dedicated to the lab and taking notes based upon observations, she had ample time to watch Anon as he was called out to the field.

>Sunset smiled and rolled her eyes, even she knew of the cock battles between Dash and Dust.

>She flinches slightly as the game began to get rough.

>"Sure hope Anon is okay..."

>Holy fuck, you did not ask for this.

>>2011364320113643

>You weren't too good with heavy contact sports like football, rugby, or soccer. Yeah, that's right. Soccer. Shit got real during Soccer...

>Your build wasn't the greatest, but you weren't a total twig.. At least.

>You sure as hell are glad that your legs are able to carry you fast, since you can't plow through anyone.

>You never asked to play, nor did you ask for the ball to be tossed to you.

>Fuck, this day just got really fucking hard.

>In front of you are several guys, all lined up, ready to just stop you in your tracks.

>Rugby ball in hand, helmet on head... You've got this Anon. Just keep running, you can slide through their legs and...

>CRUNCH.

>Everyone on your team, and even Sunset up in the window flinched.

>"Oooh, that has GOT to hurt."

>You can't feel a thing as your vision goes back.

>You wake up five minutes later on the side lines, various players sitting around you.

>Your head hurt like a fucking jackhammer was constantly pounding it. You barely remember what happened, exactly.

>Dash stood over you.

>"Damn Anon, you took that shot like a champ."

>She laughed softly.

>"Too bad you blacked out after it."

>One of the players on your team helps you sit up against the stands.

>You notice that fucking ripped dude.... What was his name? You can't quite remember...

>"Bulk! That was unacceptable! You could have seriously injured him!"

>Sounded like he was getting a real earful from Lightning Dust.

>Bulk... Bulk... Oh yeah. Bulk Biceps. The muscliest of muscle bros in the school. Dude must have pressed at least 200.

>Rainbow taps you on the shoulder and points to a window.

>Looking up you see Sunset surrounded by a few classmates looking down at you.

>Fuck. Please tell me she did NOT just see you get slammed by that hulking boulder of a person.

>She waves and smiles at you sheepishly.

>Shit. She did.

>>2011475920114759 (You)

>Your right shoulder finally got some feeling back into it, and you could have sworn it was broken. Yet, you could still move it.

>Must have been where that meaty monster slammed into you...

>You use your left arm to wave back, giving a rather weak smile.

>How would you explain your right arm being so sore, and your splitting headache?

>"Oh Anon, you gotta stop doin' that stuff!"

>Pinkie giggled loudly. "Jeez Anon, you're so dirty and desperate!"

>Rarity huffed. "Such a barbarian."

>You shudder at the idea of them thinking you fapped too much. Looks like you'll have to come clean about the injury.

>Rainbow snapped you back to attention.

>"You holding up alright there, champ? You took that spill hard, and I don't want to have to carry a puddle of you around all day."

>Thanks Rainbow, you always know how to make someone feel better...

"Yeah, I'll be fine. No biggie."

>You stand up shakily before steadying yourself with a deep breath.

>"Good, because you're back on. And this time, try to NOT get caught by the enemy team."

>Shit... Here we go again.

>Sunset went back to her work so she wouldn't get in trouble. A few of the other girls were around her, as they saw Anon waking up from his blackout.

>"So, Sunset. Got a new boooyfriend?"

>"Oooooh!" the crowd teased.

>Sunset blushed heavily at the idea, holding her books against herself to hide the necklace.

>"No! He's not my boyfriend... He's a friend..."

>"Yeah, right. You're probably just doing this since you feel bad for Anon! Pity date!"

>Those twins always caused trouble with other girls... Flitter and Cloud Chaser.

>"That isn't true at all, Flitter!"

>"Now, now class. You can discuss this later. Get back to work."

>The science professor to the rescue. Couldn't have had a better timing...

>"That REALLY look like it hurt, though."

>The girls kept gossiping through the rest of the class.

>>2011514720115147 (You)

>Finally, last class of the day.

>Thankfully, it was study hall. No need to listen to boring lectures, no need to deal with overly manly athletes, no hassle from others.

>That Rugby game really took it out of you, your head pounding more than it ever has before.

>Not even excessive water drinking could take that shit away.

>Sighing softly, you open up some of your books and began to try and work.

>Students come and go as time passes on.

>Sunset Shimmer sighed as she handed in her lab for the day.

>Just as she was about to walk out the door, the professor stops her.

>"Just a minute, Sunset. Come, have a seat."

>Oh boy, this can't be good.

>"Is there something going on that I should know about, miss Shimmer? You weren't acting like yourself today."

>Sunset shrinks back a bit.

>"Well I..."

>He turns to his blackboard to begin cleaning the chalk off of it.

>"It was those girls, isn't it? Are they still bugging you about what happened so many months ago?"

>Sunset was taken by surprise. He didn't sound angry or upset. What was his angle?

>"Well, don't let them get to you. Your work was very well done today, miss Shimmer."

>She looked at the professor with a confused look.

>Did he walk around and take a look at the students' work, and she not notice?

>"I don't really know what is going on, but I hope to see more of this work from you. Now, run along. I'm sure there is someone waiting for you."

>Sunset took off without even a word. She was completely drawing a blank on what to say.

>The professor laughed to himself quietly.

>"Ah, those teenagers. Must be Brad all over again..."

>Closing your book, you sit in a slump, looking fairly agitated that you can't concentrate.

>God damn it Brain, why can't you just ignore the pain and let me work?

>Because Anon, no pain, no gain. Now stop being such a pussy.

>You continue to fight with your own brain, only being brought back by a soft knock on the library door.

>"Anon? Are you around here?"

>>2011546020115460 (You)

>You move your head away from the hand you were resting on.

>That voice sounded familiar, but your head was very scrambled.

>Footsteps.. One right after the other, slowly.

>Thump. Thump. Thump.

>Each time it hit the floor, the sound caused an equal shock in your head.

>Damn you wished you had some headache pills on you...

>A pink boot steps out from around a bookshelf.

>"Hello..?"

>You put your head back down onto your left hand as Sunset comes around the corner.

"Oh, god, Sunset. You startled me a bit."

>Sunset smiled softly and laughed.

>"Sorry, Anon. Were you expecting someone else?"

>She rubbed the back of her neck, thinking that she was intruding.

>You sigh softly.

"No, no.. I was worried that one of the others might end up finding me here."

>You gently pat the table, signalling her to sit down.

"Why are you here? Don't you have a class to be in?"

>Sunset Shimmer sat across from you, gently putting her books on the table.

>"No, silly. Today is when I have my study hall."

>That's right, your school shifted classes from day to day... It had been a while since you two had the same kind of schedule together.

>You groan softly.

>"I thought you might want these... That impact looked like it hurt."

>You cringe at the reminder, but look at the bottle Sunset brought out of her jacket pocket.

>Just what the doctor ordered, pain pills.

>"Are.. Are you okay? You... Don't seem to look that well."

>Yeah, and you felt like that too.

"I'll.. be fine. Nothing's broken."

>Sunset giggled at your hesitant reaction as she goes around to your backside.

>"Aww, and here I thought I was going to play as your Nurse!"

>You shake your head quietly. You were in no mood for any of this non-sense, you just wanted to sleep.

>You spent the last class with Sunset Shimmer, just talking about the day while she bandaged up your arm.

>She wasn't any professional doctor, but she at least made a good enough sling to hold your arm in place until you could meet up with the others.

>>2011600320116003 (You)

>You and Sunset sit outside of the school, over by the statue.

>You look at your watch and tap it a couple of times.

"...They're late."

>Sighing, you look over to Sunset, who is once again admiring her necklace.

>"Probably Rarity and Fluttershy holding them back. You know... Girl stuff."

>You could only imagine what she actually meant by "girl stuff."

>It takes another 15 minutes, but finally that group of girls emerges from the school, with Raincunt and Applegirl bickering over something... Again.

>"Ah told ya, pullin' a stunt like that would get you in trouble!"

>"Oh, give it a rest, mom. I was bored."

>You shake your head quietly.

>"Girls..."

>The two keep bickering over... Whatever must have happened during last class.

>"Girls."

>"Ugh, y'all are such a block head!"

>"Block head!? At least I have a good sense of fun!"

>"GIRLS!"

>It took quite a shout for Fluttershy to get them to stop bickering.

>"Can we PLEASE just give this a rest?"

>Apples and Rainbow pout and grumble to one another.

>Applejack was the first of them to take notice of your arm, being held up by Sunset's jacket now.

>"Heaven's apples, Anon! What happen ta you?"

"Oh, uh... It.."

>"He got clobbered by Bulk Biceps during Rubgy."

>Gee, that was a nice way to put it, Rainbow. Reeeal nice...

>"To be more specific, Anon actually got side swiped by Bulk Biceps. Never saw it coming..."

>Sunset to the rescue, again.

>Applejack and Rarity both flinched at the scene playing out.

>"Lands' sakes, Anon... Sounds like it must have hurt."

>You look down quietly.

"It... Did for a while. But I'll get over it."

>Yeah, in about a month.

>Though looking unsure, the girls all seemed to buy it.

>"Wait, where are we going to go for this afternoon?"

>You all take a few minutes to think.

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