I spend most of research class trying to look up something about that necklace.
"Rainbow, calm down, you're killing yourself over this." My friend, Twilight sits in a leather chair, catching up on her copy of 'Spells and Potions; The Older Ways'. Her long violet hair is tied back in a messy bun, the fuchsia highlights stand out brightly in the students' hair.
"I know. But Daring was so keen on hiding it, it's just a little suspicious. I don't want her keeping secrets from me. She said she'd given up her life of adventure to spend more time with me, I don't want her lying to me anymore." I pull out a book on old artifacts. "Nope...no...nah...UGH...!" I toss every one of the non-helpful books behind me, where my cheerful friend Pinkie Pie grabs them mid-air and puts them away.
I sigh and slump down into a chair, it's hopeless, I'm never gonna find out what that pendant was for.
It's almost as if Twilight read my mind.
"Is this it?" She holds out a picture of the necklace I found.
"Yeah, what does it do?" I ask, reading over the paper.
"It doesn't say everything it can do, but it does explain one thing; the pendant can destroy the part of the brain that keeps memories stable." I look up from the page and give her a confused look.
Why would Daring have that thing in the house?
"Is there something your sister would want to hide from you? That necklace is extremely dangerous." Pinkie chirps from behind me.
"That's just it, I don't know. She promised no more secrets after she stopped writing, is she lying to me?" I sigh. The teacher comes up to us and gives us a look.
I groan and pick up a book and start reading.
As soon as the teacher leaves, I scribble out a note;
'If Daring is hiding secrets, what are they, and why can't she tell me?'
I toss it to Twilight, watching her expression change. She turns and looks at me, shrugging her shoulders. I feel my heart sink.
I really want to know why Daring had such a dangerous object in the house and wouldn't warn me about it.
Suddenly, a scrunched up piece of paper lands in my lap, I unfold it and read the neat handwriting;
'Ask her. If she's keeping her promise, then she'll tell you what's going on.'
I chuckle to myself.
I go to write a response, but the paper is snatched out of my hand by the teacher.
"Well well miss Dash, passing notes in class. No surprise, but-" she smashes down the book she's holding. "DETENTION!!" She yells, all the other kids jump. Her beady eyes stare at me as her body looms over me, I roll my eyes and push her away from me. The other kids gasp as the teacher stumbles back.
I pick up my bag viciously and glare at the teacher, her nostrils flaring and her eyes fixated on me furiously as I go to leave.
I feel someone shove me into the back room, the teachers lounge. I spin around to see the teacher, she's holding a large book.
I back up slowly, but it's not her book that smashes over my head.
