C.M.C.T.N.G Daughter of discord

White Swan

Cherry could tell she was being watched by the way her fur was standing at the back of her neck. It was because of this she could not focus on Mrs. Cheerilee's lecture. She turned her head and sure enough, her suspicions were confirmed. Pin Cushion was staring at her with a goofy smile on his face.

"What?" she whispered harshly.

"Nothing," Pin Cushion replied. "I just think you're pretty."

She rolled her eyes. "I told you! I'm not interested, okay?"

He pouted. "Why not, Cherry? Is it because I tease you guys? I only do it for Kicks' approval, and it's never directed at you."

"I just don't like you, okay? Is that so hard to believe?"

"But why? I'm a guy, right?"

She grunted. "Why is every filly expected to like some pony just because he's a..."

"Cherry, Pin Cushion!"

Mrs. Cheerilee's voice made the two sit up straight. The teacher was tapping her hoof and glaring at them.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

"Uh..." Pin Cushion stammered.

"Yes, actually," Cherry said, which surprised every pony. She turned back to the colt and said, "It's never gonna happen, dude!"

Several of the foals snickered while Pin Cushion sank into his chair.

"Alright, alright, every pony, quiet down," Mrs. Cheerilee commanded softly. "Now, before our little," she coughed, "disruption, I was about to announce our next history project."

The entire class groaned in displeasure.

"Don't worry. This will be a fun project. I'm going to put you in pairs and you and your partner will select a historical figure on whom you will do an oral report. You may use any visual representation to back up your report: a poster, a skit, anything you can think of!"

Gemstone raised her hoof. "Can we choose our partners?"

"No," the teacher said, taking a straw hat out of her desk. "You will be choosing your partner randomly."

The class groaned again. Prism glanced apologetically at Gemstone, as they usually worked together on projects.

"Now," Cheerilee continued, "so there will be no mix-ups, I've put the names of those of you in the back two rows in here, which those of you in the front will select."

"Guess that means neither of us will be together," Blueberry whispered to her sisters.

"Yeah," Raspberry sighed, glancing at Lemon Drop.

"It also means I won't be with Pin Cushion," Cherry smiled in satisfaction.

"Lemon Drop, why don't you go first?" Cheerilee asked, holding out the straw hat to the yellow colt.

Lemon Drop used his magic to lift one of the folded papers out of the hat and opened it up.

"Prism," he read aloud.

"Phew," Prism heaved from the back row. "Glad I didn't get some pony lame."

"Don't get too excited about it!" Raspberry exclaimed, sending a warning glare at the pegasus as she reached her hoof into the hat. She opened up her paper and said, "Kicks?"

"Oh boy," the green pegasus said, burying his hooves in his face.

"There's no way mine could be worse," Blueberry whispered as she read her paper. "Crest?"