Part 1: History Class

It had been decided by Celestia and Luna that Sonata should have all her classes switched so she could share them with Pinkie. It was similar to what they did with Sunset Shimmer; except for her it was Rarity. Alone, they could have been picked on and given up on their reformation. So by putting them with a mentor, it would provide them with someone they could lean on and get encouragement from. It worked well with Sunset and they hoped it work equally as well with Sonata.

The first class of the day was American History 2: 1900 - Present. They were now up the Disillusionment Years (1968 - 1980); which for most students was ancient history. When your a teenager, anything that happens before you were born is ancient history. Watergate, the Ming dynasty; it was all the same. For Sonata, however; it was personal history. A history that she would have to pretend not to know and Pinkie would have to make sure she did.

The teacher, Mr. Underhill was your stereo-typical cranky, old teacher. He was harsh, demanding, longed for the days when a teacher could paddle a kid simply because, and short tempered. To tell the truth, not even the other teachers liked him (some simply because they had had him when they went to school there and still bore a grudge); but he was only one year away from retirement, so they just put up with them. He intimidated all his students; all except one - Pinkie; and that drove him nuts.

He prided himself on making his students quake in their shoes. But not Pinkie. Oh no; no mater what he said or did, he couldn't break that girl. Eventually; though he hated it, he gave up trying and just sort of fell into an uneasy peace with that annoying pink-haired natural disaster (as he called her). And today, he had something to take his mind off the little she-devil; a new student to install the fear of Underhill in.

He watched as the students shuffled into his classroom. Same old stupid, underachieving faces; taking their same old seats; their minds even more vacant with summer vacation only a couple months away. Then he saw his bushy-haired nemesis walk in and right beside her was his new victim; a girl called Sonata Dusk.

The bell rang to signify the start of class. He stood up and immediately went to work. "Students, we have a new classmate today. I hope she won't be as disappointing as the rest of you; but I doubt it." His voice was overly grim and demeaning. He wanted Sonata to know right off the bat he was no one to mess with. " Ms. Dusk; we are currently studying the year nineteen sixty-eight. What, if anything, do you know about that year?"

Sonata thought for a second and then her face lit up. "Oh, never accept anything to eat or drink from a hippy." Sonata smiled with pride for having come up with her answer so quickly. I'm totally going to impress him, she thought to herself.

The class began to chuckle and Mr. Underhill's face turned red. So she was going to be one of those students. Not in his classroom. "Ms. Dusk, this is a classroom, NOT A COMEDY CLUB! Now I expect a serious answer from my students when I ask them a question."

Sonata was confused. She had given a serious answer. "But it's true. I remember back when I was living in San Francisco and this guy comes up to me and asks if I wanna brownie and OW!" Sonata felt someone kick her right leg. She turned around and saw Pinkie waving her hand across her neck. She realized that she was revealing how old she was. She turned back around and said, "Um, never mind."

Mr. Underhill was madder than he had ever been. Oh he was going to have to lay the law down with this girl thick and hard. And as for Pinkie; he looked at her and said, "Ms. Pie; did we not learn in kindergarten to keep our hands to ourselves? "

"But I didn't use my hands," Pinkie replied earnestly.

"Yeah, she kicked me with her foot, not her hand," Sonata said just as earnestly.

"Although you can't really kick someone with your hand; can you?" Pinkie said.

"I don't know. No, I guess not, but you can hit with a foot right?" Sonata responded back to Pinkie.

"ENOUGH!" Underhill yelled at the top of his lungs. "I don't know what type of game you two are playing . . . "

"Go Fish," Sonata interrupted. "So far she's up three to two."

"Yeah, but that's just luck. You'll probably get me tonight." Pinkie patted Sonata on the shoulder as she responded.

"Don't you have band practice tonight?" Sonata asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Thanks for reminding me. So you'll get me tomorrow."

"SHUT-UP! For the love of God, will you two just shut up! By all that is holy, what is wrong with you two?" Underhill looked from Pinkie to Sonata. Back and forth, back and forth, waiting for an answer. But all they did was just look at him confused. "Why aren't you answering me?!" he finally shouted. "SPEAK!"

"You told us to shut-up," Sonata spoke first.

"Yeah, I mean how could we answer when you told to shut-up?" Pinkie followed up.

"Uh-huh. If you were gonna ask us a question, you should have asked it before telling us to shut-up."

"Well let us answer first. No point in asking a question and then telling us to shut-up before we answered."

"True. But then telling us to shut-up and then asking as question didn't make much sense either. Kinda self defeating."

"Yeah, that didn't make any sense. Mr. Underhill; are you feeling ok? Because you're really not making much sense."

Underhill's jaw had dropped wide open. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. It wasn't what these girls were saying that got to him the most; it was the fact that they were a hundred percent sincere in what they were saying. They weren't doing this to make fun of him or to be disruptive. These girls were literally that clueless.

"How? How? How could any one person; let alone two people, be that stupid? Please tell me! I have to know." Underhill was exasperated. These two had worked him to his last nerve.

Sonata looked at him for a second, sniffled, and then broke into a wailing cry. "I'm not stupid! Whaaaa!"

Pinkie got up, put her arms around Sonata, and glared at Underhill. "Are you happy now? Look at what you done! Is this how you get your kicks? - Making other people cry! You know what you are? - a meanie mc meanie pants! There! I said it. And you gotta live with it." She put her head on Sonata's and started saying, "Don't you worry about him. He's just a meanie pants."

Like a spell that had been broken; all the other students were now glaring at Underhill. Then they all started to call out various insults. It wasn't because they felt any need to stick up for Sonata; whom they didn't actually like or trust after the whole trying to take over thing; but pent up rage and hatred for this man.

Underhill put his hands up to the side of his head and screamed.

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Part 2: Lunch

"So what was that ambulance doing here earlier?" Sunset Shimmer asked as she sat down at the lunch table she and her friends shared.

"Apparently old man Underhill finally snapped," Applejack answered.

"Good. Now I don't have to deal with him this afternoon," Rarity said.

"Hey everyone!" Pinkie said as she and Sonata sat down at the table.

"So Pinkie, what happened to Mr. Underhill?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Oh he was just being a meanie to Sonata; so I told him what for." Pinkie spoke with a sense of righteous justice.

"Oh, Sonata, that's too bad, so sad," Sunset said with a slight grin.

Sonata looked at Sunset. She knew that Sunset was using her own words against. Maybe she deserved it. She turned her head down to look at her plate of food for which she was no longer hungry for.

Off at the other end of the cafeteria; Trixie watched. She had planned on going up to the others at lunch and give her "please forgive me and be my friends" routine; but seeing them with Sonata caught her off guard. What was she doing here? This complicated things. So now what? Should she call back and ask Adagio what to do? No! She could handle this herself. She took a deep breath and walked over.

"Hi girls. I just wanted you to know I'm really sorry for trapping you under the stage last Friday. You have to remember I was under their," she glared at Sonata, "spell like everyone else. Will you please forgive me?"

The other girls just looked at each other. Was this really happening? With the exception of Pinkie Pie, most weren't comfortable with Sonata in the group; but now Trixie as well.

Applejack sighed. "Seems to be all we do anymore. Sure Trixie; we forgive you."

"Oh thank you. That means a lot," Trixie said in the sincerest voice she could muster. "May I please sit you?"

Once again the girls just looked at each other. This time it was Fluttershy who spoke up. "If we've really forgiven her; there's no reason not to let her."

"Oh thank you again," Trixie said and sat down.

The rest of the lunch hour passed in awkward silence.

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Part 3: Time Passes

The rest of the week slipped by as weeks usually do. Trixie continued to sit with the girls. She never said much, only a few sentences here and there. For her there was no rush. Let Adagio and Aria stew if they wanted; she would take her time and build trust before trying to find out how they were able to communicate with Twilight.

Everyone soon became, if not comfortable with, then at least used to both Trixie and Sonata being there. Once guarded speech gave way to more free conversations. Rarity talked about getting ready to take her driver's license permit test and her upcoming birthday party. Pinkie offered to help plan it. Sonata also agreed to help. They talked about classes and boys and music and what to do during summer vacation. Things were settling into a new normal and it felt good.

For Flash and Twilight though, they found as the time got closer to their date, they became increasingly more distracted and restless. Each wished they could speed up time as to come together sooner (although Twilight actually could, she chose not to for fear of possible unforeseen repercussions). Her friends also noticed Twilight becoming more distant and anxious but were afraid to say anything just yet for fear of jumping the gun. Besides, they were best friends; she would let them know if anything was going on.

Friday came and Twilight called her friends together to let them know she was going to be going out of town for the weekend. They were all surprised by her announcement. What was even more shocking was when she told them she was going alone and asked if Spike could stay with one of them. They asked where she was going and why; but all she would say was she needed to get away for a bit but would be back Monday. When asked what time she was leaving, she only responded early and that Spike would have to stay with whoever tonight as not to be woken up when she did leave.

Her friends were troubled and kept asking for more information but this only seemed to irritate Twilight so they dropped it. Rainbow Dash agreed to let Spike (who was confused as everyone else) stay with her this weekend. Twilight thanked her and before long she had him packed and ready to go. In fact, everyone got the impression that Twilight was shooing them off. Still really concerned; they all left. Maybe once she returned; Twilight would be more forth coming as to what she was up to.

All that night, Twilight couldn't sleep. She didn't even try. All she did was pace until it was time. As soon as the clock struck nine; she opened the portal and stepped through and into his waiting arms.

Author's Notes:

I decided to describe the conversation between Twilight and her pony friends as a way of saving time. I don't think it hurt the narrative. Plus I plan on more in depth conversations later with the actual ponies. Also the first part was so dialog heavy, I thought a break was in order anyhow. Hopefully you enjoyed.