Rainbow's P.O.V
I want to admit that ponies are right when they assume I was best pals with Fluttershy, but I wasn't really her friend until I went to Ponyville.
This is my story of how I met Fluttershy all the way up to when I protected her from those bullies, in fact you cold say that I . . . was one of them.
The sun was shining, of course because Cloudsdale was never cloudy because we lived on them. The clouds were soft and comfortable. I was going to meet my three friends, Dumb-Bell, Hoops, and Score, at the park. I saw a filly that I'd seen a couple of times, but I paid her no attention. She had a light pink mane that draped on both sides, turquoise eyes, and yellow fur. Like me she didn't have her cutiemark. I walked on to the park.
"Sup Hoops!" I greeted. I stretched my hoof out and we bumped them together. "Sup Dumb-Bell, Score."
They nodded their greetings. "I can't wait till tomorrow, Dash," Hoops beamed.
"Because we get to go to flight school and bully some new ponies?" I asked. Hoops nodded.
"That's right, Dash!" Dumb-Bell said. "We need a game plan!" Score said.
"I think we should pick on that one filly with the pink mane, I hear she's gonna be in flight school and that pony can hardly fly and she's so shy!" I said, laughing.
"Yeah, here's the plan!" Hoops said.
*Next Day at Flight School*
Get her trust, Dash, I thought. I shied up to her. She shied behind her mane. "Oh hello," came a squeak. I flinched, as if I were shy. "Hi I'm Rainb . . . " My murmurs were lost in the wind. The filly perked up a bit.
"I'm Fluttershy," The filly said. "What's your name, I didn't hear."
I smiled. "I'm Rainbow Dash," I muttered. "It's nice to meet you."
"I didn't know you were shy, you always laughed with your friends and talked with them," Fluttershy stated.
"I'm so comfortable around my friends that I usually ignore my shy nature," I lied.
"Wanna hang out today?" Fluttershy asked. I nodded. The whole day we learned the history of flying and I sat by Fluttershy, getting her trust. We sat down at my favorite table, in the right corner. The right corner was always my favorite I don't know why. "At recess maybe you could help me fly," Fluttershy suggested with a smile.
"Maybe," I said with fake glee. I didn't want to hang around with this loser. I hated shy ponies like Fluttershy!
At recess I led her over to my friends. "These are my friends, Dumb-Bell, Hoops, and Score, and we will help you learn to fly," I said.
"Sup," Hoops, Score, and Dumb-Bell said.
"A friend of Dash's is a friend of mine," Fluttershy said. "I'm Fluttershy."
My friends smiled at Fluttershy, which was probably hurting them. I showed Fluttershy how to set her wings and flap them in sync. I simply hated every second of it. I SIMPLE ABSOLUTELY HATED EVERY SINGLE BLOODY SECOND OF IT! She took off. Not bad I'll have to admit, I thought. Then she fell and landed on clouds. That was my cue. "Hey Fluttershy that was good," I said with a smirk. "You need a good nickname to match that good performance!"
"Shy?" Score asked.
"Flutter," Hoops suggested.
"Pretty," Dumb-Bell said, dreamily. I smacked him.
"No how about Flutterdork!" I said. We laughed. "Flutterdork, Flutterdork, Flutterdork can hardly fly!" I chanted. 'Flutterdork' teared up.
"I-I thought you were my friend . . . " Fluttershy muttered.
"Oh you are soooo gullible and pathetic!" I said. "I HATE you! And there is NOTHING that could change that!"
Fluttershy ran off crying. I smirked. "How come you always get to bully them and we act all sweet?" Score asked.
"That's because you get to laugh and you're not good actors!" I yelled, hitting him on the head. I smiled the rest of the day. When I got home my Mom greeted me.
"Hello, Dashie make any new friends?" Mom asked.
"No Mom! I like my friends and everypony else that I meet are dorks!" I said.
"Sweetie give them a chance," Mom said. I could tell I was angering her, but I didn't care.