Twilight and her younger brother Spike have to transfer schools because of what happened in their past one. Will Twilight and Spike fit in at this new school, will her and his friends find out their biggest secret.
Drama. Teen Pregnancy. Lovers qua...
"Well yeah, that's why I'm rushing you" Pinkie said while laughing slightly
"Okay, but why are we here"
We were standing outside of an art studio in the school
"Because Rarity is here" she said, like it was so obvious
"Rare-a who" I say back confused
"Just, come on" she said pushing the door open
"Hey Rarity" Pinkie said to a wavy purple haired girl with blue eyes
"Hello darling" she said back
She sounded so professional.
"And who might you be darling" she said.
She's so sweet.
"This is Twilight Sparkle" Pinkie said with a big smile on her face
"But you can just call me Twi" I say in response
"Oh hello dear" she said back
"Thanks Scootaloo see you in third period" Spike said as he walked in
"Oh hey sis, hi Pinkie"
"Hey Spike" Pinkie said
"Hi Spike" I said to my little brother
"This is Rarity, Spike Rarity, Rarity Spike" I say introducing my brother to my new friend
"Oh cool hi, I have to go talk to the teacher, sorry, bye" he said
"Hi um okay see ya later" Rarity said back
"Have you met AppleJ-" She was cut off by Pinkie saying "APPLEJACK!!! I almost forgot about her, come on Twilight we have to go fast or we'll miss saying hi to her. Oh by the way what's your first period" she said
"Um math" I say back trying to remember what my schedule said
"Oooooooo!! Me too" Pinkie said really happily
"Bye guys" Rarity said while waving
"Bye Rare" Pinkie says to her
"Bye" I say to Rarity
~Rarity's POV~
I like my life for the most part. I have loving parents. Emerald my mother and Evan my dad. I also have a little sister named Sweetie Belle. She's in grade 9 this year. My parents want us to be the perfect children.
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Perfect Grades.
Perfect Appearances.
Perfect Style.
Perfect Everything.
I mean I love my parents, but we can't be perfect all the time. Right now I'm not doing so well in math. I don't want to tell my parents. I don't know what they'll do to me if the found out. Well I hope when I go off to college they'll stop with the perfectionist act.
