Her Voice (Rarijack)

Chapter 17: Truth To Be Untold

Narrator's POV

The next day, Thursday

Rarity and Applejack is getting more along but of course they always have small arguments but it worked out in the end. They also found out that they truly are totally opposites. After all, opposites attract.

Rarity and Applejack decided on the next day to meet up at Applejack's house after school.

Six hours earlier...

Rarity's POV

*rings

*rings*

"Fashionista, it's time to wake up for school." The electronic alarm spoke.

A groan came out, my sleeping mask was falling apart on my nose. I flipped over two times.

I was not happy when I had school today and I didn't want to get ready. Usually, I'm always excited and always must be ready and dressed gorgeously but today I'm so lazy.

Applejack definitely passed me her "not-a-morning-person" mood to me.

I started to get up slowly and stood up like I'm an irritated not fully awake zombie. I was definitely zoned out.

But I had to get ready for school. I have a need to be pretty. My friends were going out tonight but I declined because I had plans with Applejack.

I went to my posh designed dresser and opened it.

I saw a gold crop-top with black decorative lines on it. I don't have a lot of clean clothes, most of them are dirty but I'm going to wash them soon.

I picked out a black skinny jeans, and put on a black headband, gold earrings, and polished my nails gold.

I matched everything for my outfit for today. I like to match my outfits, unlike Applejack.

It's true anyways. Applejack hates wearing dresses and she doesn't care if her outfit matches or not, all she cares is being dressed not naked and... That's pretty much it.

Hmph, that cowgirl...

I started to do my makeup, by putting on mascara, eyeliner, and gold eyeshadow.

When I was done, I went ahead to walk downstairs for breakfast.

When I was downstairs, I saw my mom's car parking outside.

I was puzzled because my mom barely dropped by to visit since she's busy a lot and I didn't get notified that she was coming over.

'It must be serious.' I thought.

I actually live alone with my little stubborn sister. My parents are super busy, always traveling. So, I am like the second mom.

I processed to go to the kitchen, and Sweetie Belle was sitting near the kitchen table, playing with her hair.

She was repeating the action and nervously swifted her eyes to her phone. I raised my eyebrows as I looked at her. I processed to walk to the refrigerator.

I know Sweetie Belle like literally all of her life, so when she plays with her hair, it is the definition of Sweetie Belle's nervousness.

I was taking the cereal box and milk out. I was giving Sweetie a puzzled look, when I was pouring the cereal in the bowl at the same time.

Sweetie Belle bit her nails. Her nails are already short, so she is going to get herself hurt if she keeps biting.

Okay, I can't handle this anymore! Something is obviously up!