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// Prologue- The Scholarship 
// Story: Behind the Walls of The Wonderbolts Academy 
// by Kumo 
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She stares down at the piece of paper in her hand, breathing in nervously as she reads through the contents, for what feels like the thousandth time. She buzzes with excitement, grinning as wide as her face would let her. 

“We’re going to miss you so much!” She glances over at the pink-haired woman next to her. “I can’t believe you’re going back to Cloudsdale City, though…”
“I go there for family reunions—I can always come back to Canterlot when I'm free?” Sh offers.
“Are you sure you will enjoy it, Dash?” Dash looks over at her pale-skinned companion. “I mean… when we grew up in camp, there wasn’t exactly much enjoyment, you even dropped out for CHS,” 

Dash sighs, leaning back in her beanbag chair. 
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” a blonde girl sighs, her heavy country accent pushing past all the other voices in the room. “This is RD, we’re talkin’ about, she’s a fighter-”
“Not to mention her love for The Wonderbolts and sports!”
“Twilight’s right,” 
“Mhm.”

“Girls,” Dash looks up at the group. “I’ll be okay,” she says. “When I can, I’ll run or drive back—If there's a magic problem, I’m sure we can figure something out, okay?” She watches as the group reluctantly nods. “It's been my dream since I was little to join The Wonderbolts Soccer Club,” she says, standing up. “I’be been working towards this since I could kick a ball- I’m sure I’ll make it,” she puts her hands on her hips, acceptance letter still in her grasp. “I already got accepted into the Wonderbolts Academy.”

“Well, yeah, but you still need to make the team!” 
“Pinkie…” Dash rolls her eyes.
“Pinkie, I’m sure I’m going to make it,” she glances down at the floor. “I’m just waiting for the school to evaluate my skill for almost the full extent of my scholarship,” she walks over to her closet, hair whipping behind her as she turns. “I just need to get my grades up to the nineties, and then I'm covered for the whole year!”

“Sugarcube,” Dash turns her head to the blonde.
“What's up, AJ?”
“Not even Twilight's new school has that amount o’ strict regulations for grades and skill, are you sure you can handle it?” She asks.
“Look, even though loads of players drop out after the first year, I’m sure it won't be me,”
“We all know that—you’d never drop out even if your life depended on it, right?” Dash nods.
“What's with all the unsurenesss?” Dash asks, one of her eyebrows raised as she turns back to her closet, she reaches out behind her clothes, pulling out a suitcase. “Look, I’ll find out if I’m in during the first week. I’ll give everybody a call when we’re all settled in to our new schools or jobs or whatever,” she decides. “I get you’re all worried, but everything will be okay. I’m going to do great,”

“But you’re leaving weeks before us!” a redhead exclaims.
“We’ll miss you,” 
“Make sure you write!” Pinkie demands.

Dash just smiles. She hopes they stay in touch.