Rainbow Dash is finally accepted into the prestigious WonderBolts Academy. As she pushes through her first year at the academy, she catches the eye of the almighty Spitfire. Will their shared love of sports bring them together?
Rainbow Dash finally gets a letter returned to her by the prestigious Wonderbolts Academy; also known as one of the most picky Ivy League Sporting schools in the country, not to mention the range of University classes one must get in to if they wish to even become a proper Wonderbolt Athlete. As Rainbow Dash braves her way though her classes, trying her best to live up to the expectations of the academy, her skill catches the eye of one of the most well known future Wonderbolts in the whole academy; Spitfire. Would their aspirations and love for sport bring them closer together?
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 never thought she would ever step foot on the campus as a student. Even during the eighteen open days she's attended ever since she was a toddler, she never thought she’d get a student ID card to go in and out whenever she wanted.
It's a dream come true!
Even as she drives through the familiar city of Cloudsdale, she can’t be more excited, even as she revisits the same streets she grew up in. All that goes through her mind is how spectacular it is that she’s finally part of The Wonderbolts… well, not yet, but very close to being! She’s been training for this for all nineteen years of her life!
Dash pulls up to the gate of the Wonderbolts Academy, stopping as she pulls out her wallet from the glove box of her car.
“ID…ID…” she mutters, searching though the rubbish in her car. She smirks as she finally pulls out her student card. “Aha!” She exclaims in victory. She presses down on the accelerator, stopping at the speaker. Dash looks around, noticing a scanner just below a speaker.
“Name?” Dash jumps in surprise, but quickly recovers. Her window retreats down into her car door. “Rainbow Dash,” she replies towards the speaker. She reaches out her window and presents her student card to the nearby scanner. “Parking space Two, Group One,”
The gate opens, and Rainbow Dash continues forward. It takes no time for her to park in her designated spot. Her hands shake as she turns off her car, looking at the back seat to glance at her bags. Now, all she needs to do is check in with the Student Services, right? They can just direct her to her dorms and whatever else she needs to get done!
Rainbow Dash found her dorm in no time, her key attached to the chains she wore on her belt. She could always attach it to her other belongings later, of course. As he opens the door to her dorms, she's met with a room with two doors. Which was hers, though?
With a sigh, she drags her two bags into the room, her last remaining on her back as she closes the door behind her. It doesn't take long for it to slam open once again. She jumps, head snapping towards the source of the noise.
“Woah, calm down, there,” Dash says, staring at the golden-haired woman that struts in to the room. “I slammed it too, but we’ll take it off its hinges if we keep going,” she laughs. The blonde glances over at her, pulling in her own luggage with a smile.
“Hey,” the woman greets. Dash waves. “Hey, what's up,” Dash holds out her hand to shake. “Your hair looks awesome,” Dash says, looking over at the slicked back mullet. “What are you at the academy for?” she asks. “I’m here for the Wonderbolts Soccer program,” the blonde replies. “You?” Dash gasps. “Really?” her hand is finally shaken. “I’m here for the Exercise and Sporting science courses, as well as the Wonderbolts Soccer program,” Dash steps back. “I'm Rainbow Dash,” “Lightning Dust.”
Lightning Dust looks around the room, shutting the door behind her as she pulls in her last bag. “Too bad we probably won't be in the same class,” she groans. “I heard there are only small amounts in each- I'm mostly doing management and crap like that,” she adds. Dash shrugs. “I’m doing Phys Ed, Management and Exercise Science to be specific,” Dash supplies. “Management and Physical,” Lightning Dust responds. “This place is going to be great,” “About twenty-percent cooler now that I’m enrolled!” Dash smugly exclaims. Lightning Dust cackles. “I’m taking the room to the left, I’ll see you in the grub hall tomorrow morning, okay?”
Lightning Dust walks away.
“Way to leave an impression,” Dash mumbles positively as she drags her belongings to the remaining room. The tall nature of the building left her with one hell of a dangerous viewing window!
Her new dorm had little colour, instead only faint paint marks and posters left by students before her. A bed was set in the middle of the room- accommodation provided by the school, as well as the shelves along the wall and the desk at the corner of the room. If Dash looked up, she could see paint chipping off her ceiling… nothing a bit of paint and decorations can’t fix! The school did say any changes goes in the bedrooms.
Dash let herself fall down on the surprisingly soft, bed and relax. All that driving was not good at all on her back. Maybe a trip down to the store would do this room some good.
Dash waves away the idea, deciding just to hove her belongings in her closet and wait until she needs to get up.
She yawns, letting herself relax into the bare sheets of the bed below her. She needs a new job, now that she’s back in Cloudsdale, right? Her money won’t last forever, unfortunately.
Dash decides to leave those thoughts to another day, instead pulling off her accessories and sprawling her body all over the mattress. She knows her alarm is already set, so she throws her phone onto the provided bedside table and decides it's time to sleep.