//------------------------------// // Chapter 82 - A good student! // Story: The normal life of Nitpick Bittersweet // by Ryusun //------------------------------// Tuesday morning started like any other day. I arrived to school and breathed deeply. My childhood friends, Midnight, and – now added to the list – my new acquaintances greeted me like usual. Also, for the past few days, Bon Bon has been given me a series of paperwork filled with request from the students of my group to help at anything for the competition. From the authorization to make a collect between the students to buy better equipment for the cleaning in the centers to the act of taking some board games and toys to the people, this lists had activities that even Snips and Snails could do. Every time was the same thing, I read what was in the document she brings to me and I signed it if I thought it was a safe idea. “You didn’t arrive to the orphanage, boss.” “I had a delay and it was pointless to go that late.” “Too bad. I missed you yesterday.” She grinned. “Have a good day.” I journeyed to my classroom. I could barely walk through the corridors because I was so damn tired. Gilda and I had a kind of forced slumber together. Sugarcoat really made me stay awake beyond midnight to finish the regular stuff from the academy. At least Gily knows how to deal with the job now. It isn’t that hard but it’s tedious, and knowing Sugarcoat, she would have told her unnecessary steps. “Good morning, Bittersweet.” Sunset joined my pace. “Hey, there.” I hid my tiresomeness. “Ready for today?” “Yeah.” “Great! See you after school!” Another long day awaited me. …. The Market Zone of Ponyville was a humble landmark full of unique stores and your occasional elegant local like Rarity’s boutique. At the side of the most prominent student in all CHS, I was walking through the streets, organizing my ideas on how to proceed on our task. Is ironic the way life works. One day, you look up in the sky and tell to yourself that you are a free man. Then, on next day, you are practically a slave of Sunset Shimmer’s planned routine. We had one single purpose to fulfill: Get the damn sponsors we needed before this week ended. Getting them at a later date would be disastrous in a planning sense. It wasn’t enough that my group of students and I barely were able to come with any good idea for the Halloween party for the school with Pinkamena during lunch, or having surprise tests on all classes again, courtesy of God Empress Vice-Principal Luna. Sunset also wanted to revamp the meal for the Thanksgiving celebration. The funds that Principal Celestia had in store for use at our discretion couldn’t be wasted in a careless manner, according to her, especially after the Principal cut in half our original resources for unknown reasons. That made sense since, well, although in paper three thousand dollars could be considered enough to buy a decent meal and several cheap presents for all the residents, the academy was our enemy, so simplicity wasn’t an option. Thank the Truth that at least today was rain free. “You look tired, Bittersweet. Are you feeling well?” “Besides the heavy day of activities, I slept at two in the morning with Gilda while helping her with some documents for the academy. Not to mention that Sugarcoat was a pain in the ass during the video call. Blueblood fell asleep and didn’t finish his part… I dread for him since the little troll isn’t that forgiving with mediocrity…” I felt even more tired just thinking of that. “And Reem wouldn’t shut up about her being a deer while sleep talking…” I wanted to go home. “That happened to me once with Rainbow Dash. I almost wished that we would have been in the same room at that time last year. She almost failed biology, but I managed to make her study with Applejack’s help.” “I can relate to that. At least we mocked Sugarcoat from time to time to spice things up. Damn, Gilda almost kicked me off the bed when we finally went to sleep.” “Wait.” She stopped with her cheeks reddened. “You slept with Gilda… in the same bed?” I swallowed a yawn and stayed silent for some seconds. “It’s not the first time. We used to do it almost every weekend after we became friends.” I said with drowsiness. “What?” “Yeah. It sucked because we are used to sleep alone… Sometimes I almost kicked her off the bed too. On one occasion, we fought so loudly because we wanted the bed for ourselves that her Grandfather kicked us out the house. Hehehe, it was funny.” I regained a bit of good humor. At least he threw at us some boots and sweaters. That old man will outlive me for sure. “Ah… so you didn’t… never mind. What happened next?” She asked as we continued walking down the street. “It was snowing that day. Her Grandfather locked the door and we couldn’t get back in the house because all the windows were closed from the inside. I couldn’t go back with my folks either since some family came to visit and bringing Gilda would have been a bad idea since my mother wants me to marry young… as you may remember.” “Ah… yes. That… it was a good day, even if we had that little discussion at the end.” “Huhah... So, we decided to storm Sugarcoat’s place at almost four in the morning. We knew that her folks weren’t there that day because of their jobs so we woke her up by ringing her door bell repeatedly, invaded her home when she opened the door, and slept with her on the bed. It was big, comfy… and spacious.” Oh, the privilege of having state of the art pillows and mantles. Damn my lack of money, Sugarcoat. “You what!?” “Hey, we were dying of tiresomeness and the sofa wouldn’t do. We even called Blueblood and Reem the next morning and had breakfast with her. Of course, we cooperated to buy the groceries and cleaned the mess in the table. It was an odyssey, though. Blueblood is allergic to certain kinds of milk and common chocolate syrup was a no-no for Reem. Not to mention that I hate the Tootsie-Belle brand of flour for waffles and Gilda hates the honey that Sugarcoat and Reem loves. But… Ah, it was a good day… Sugarcoat’s waffles were really good… they also looked as tasty as her big as-” “As I was saying, sweetie! It wasn’t my fault!” A passing guy said, trying to appease the girl at his side. “I don’t believe you, dummy!” She responded in anger as she started to complain on a large list of feats that her boyfriend did in just a single date. I almost said something dangerous. “What a weird couple…” Said Sunset amused. “Hmm... We arrived to the most prominent stores of the markets.” “Since you clearly know how this place really works, I suppose you have a plan on how we can approach the businessmen of each local by now.” “I don’t know them at all, if that’s what you mean…” I said while playing with my fingers. She made at me a funny frown. “Okay, perhaps I have some acquaintances on one or two of those locals.” She crossed her arms and released a small grin with tender eyes. “You‘ll never forget what happened yesterday, will you?” I hissed. “I have in front of me the man who will accomplish Discount Domination in all Ponyville. Need to make sure I know how to deal with your kind in the future.” She chuckled as she softly poked my nose. “Ah, shut up. This is why I never speak of money saving techniques with just anyone. Let’s go with Mr. Grilled first.” We were about to enter a little meat store with the most delicious steaks I have ever seen since- …Shit. “I just remembered that you are vegetarian…” “I…” She was perturbed at the imagery. Gazing in horror at the parts of a cow and various chickens, she gave me a feeling that she wanted to throw up. “If you don’t mind… can I leave this one to you? I can’t stand the sight from inside.” Said she while hugging herself and looking at the side. I rested my hands on her shoulders. “It’s okay. I’ll come back in a minute while I try to get us a sponsor.” “I’ll wait for you in the bench over there… please don’t take too long.” I took a quick glance at her before entering the store. She took out of her backpack her mysterious book that she carries during school time. A breeze graced her body, making her hair fly in a motion that almost mimicked the waves of a calm sea. Whatever she was writing in there, it wasn’t of my business. …. I didn’t need to use the methods learned from Raven and the Mayor. Mr. Grilled’s wife was always a kind woman, and she offered to cook vegetable soup for free. According to her husband’s praising, she was a regular on helping the nursing home of the suburbs have some warm food every two weeks. She will gladly get some help from her friends free of charge to do the good deed in our behalf, as long as we gave them the ingredients to work with. Nice people still exist in this world. Now, if we managed to get Miss Mareson on our good side, she could sell us the ingredients in bulks at a cheaper price, making us save some money from our funds and use it for more flashy presents to our assigned residents. If my mental calculations were spot on, managing to get those discounts could make us have the needed budget for the people’s meal and presents and have a leftover in case of an emergency. And if what Pinkie said in the morning was true and she could bake some snacks, and I could manage to get the people Octavia needed for her little music performance for the elderly, everything would be good on our end. I was tempted to ask Rarity for help since she has a business but Sunset said that she was working on something on her own already. Knowing her, it will be good. Argh… my eyes were watering from the exhaustion. No, must put a good face and stop bitching. I approached Shimmer from behind. She was watching something on her cellphone. “I got our first sponsor. Well, kind of. Mrs. Golden Corn will make a vegetarian soup for free if we manage to get her the ingredients. She is a regular in the local nursing home of the suburbs and knows the drill.” “That sounds great!” She said casually and put her phone on her pocket. “Where is our next stop?” “With Miss Mareson, owner of Mareson’s Bucket. We can get the vegetables and spices from her. In worst case scenario, we must end up buying straight from the Apple farm.” She glanced at me softly. “What’s wrong with Applejack’s family business?” “Quality, quantity, availability, and prices. I don’t think that the Apple family could benefit from giving us free stuff or at a discount in exchange of advertising or such. Not when they practically live from selling their stuff at a strict business code. And the stuff from the Apple farm is expensive compared to other humbler places. But that is great quality for you, so it was expected.” “But I remember that you said that Mareson’s Bucket have a weekly sale from the Apple products.” “They have a partnership of sorts. Until I met Applejack, I have never interacted personally with the Apples before since the farm is somewhat far away from the markets and its way more convenient to buy it from Miss Mareson herself.” “We could try and give it a shot! Let me give AJ a quick call and see if we can get something from her.” She dialed up to Applejack and explained the situation. I don’t need to be a genius to know that the Sheriff wasn’t given her a good news. She hanged up the call and sighed a little disappointed. “They have all of their seasonal merchandise presold. Something about a good business arranged by her family. But on the good side, if they have extras left on the next shipment, she could sell it to us at a great deal! We can trust in her word.” “I know. Now come, Miss Mareson is quick in inspecting her inventory. She isn’t a retired saleswoman for nothing. Not to mention, we could try with Mr. Green Wallet and get us some salt free cheese that certain people from the nursing and retirement homes can eat safely. Maybe layaway some avocados from Mr. Johnson, he could sell them to me at a cheaper price if we buy more than five kilograms. We could even try with Mrs. Aurora’s hardware store and buy from her equipment to replace the old kitchen stuff from the retirement home and Mr. Greenfield - ! …what are you looking at?” “I feel lost right now. It’s too bad that you REALLY don’t know any of these people at all.” Said she cynically. “Shut up, woman.” I mumbled. …. Inside Mareson’s Bucket… “And that is the situation, Miss. We are willing to promote your store to the public of the city if you help us in our quest!” “Miss Mareson, this is a good cause!” “I don’t doubt that. Hey, you look weakened. Everything okay?” “I stayed up late doing some paperwork.” “Indeed, little crystal student.” “I am on CHS now because circumstances. And we really need to do a good job about what we explained.” “Miss Mareson.” Said Sunset seriously. “I understand that we may not seem like a reliable source of trust to your ever-growing business plans. But I assure that we have in our hearts the best intentions to help the people of those institutions and give them the love, warm, and attention that they deserve. Even if it is for one, single day, showing to the people of the city that we really care could ignite a ray of hope that could shine like a rainbow for long time.” “My answer is no. Your sentiments are there but I earn my incomes and the payment of my employees from my sales. Not to mention, I have my fair share of advertising on the town and I don’t think I could have more earnings than this.” “Have you considered expanding, Miss?” She asked. “Of course! But I don’t think a small local from Ponyville could stand a chance against the ever growing competitive prices from the suburbs. Not to mention, the city’s business is a wild jungle, a quarter of the stores in big cities close every year, especially at Crystal State, if you didn’t know that!” Sunset looked at me skeptical, remembering my parley with Raven. “I overheard a rumor that people from the city would prefer a more friendly business like the ones that exist here in Ponyville.” “Maybe we can use the festivity to your advantage!” “How so, kids?” “We can advertise that the ingredients we used to make the meals possible came from this store!” “And we can give free samples on the streets a little far away from the event to make it seem more about helping the people instead of a business.” “We can then sell the ‘left overs’ to the people interested enough and make a survey if they would be interested in a store that sell those kind of commodities with Ponyville’s gentle customer service in the local area.” “With that, we can promote Mareson’s Bucket, a store interested in helping the needed when possible, give you data if it is worthy of your time and money to invest in a new local in the city and sell your extra products in a single day! And since the Apple family benefits as well since you have a good business agreement…” “Hmm… that sounds interesting. I can send my husband to supervise the earnings and surveys you make on that day without closing the store. Very well then, if you are conscious that I will only sell you the exact quantity needed for your meals at twenty percent discount and if you agree to buy the merchandise that you don’t sell that day, we have a deal.” “We appreciate your time and hope we accomplish a successful partnership.” Said Sunset. “Yes. For my part, I have a question regarding-!” “I’ll have on sale two hundred boxes of the Fruity Marshmallows cereal this Sunday. No presales, you will have to come for them like everyone else.” “Fucking damn it!” “Nitpick! Watch your language!” “Ahahahaha! It’s okay, dear! You should hear his dad! His granddaddy is especially charismatic in that department and… I forgot, child. I’m sorry about your granddaddy, little Reinhardo.” “Reinhardo?” “…” “Oh, forgive me! How the years fly when you don’t pay attention! When this kiddo was younger, an old friend-girl of his always -!” “It is okay, Mrs. Mareson, he is receiving a good treatment in the city.” “Oh, I’m glad to hear it. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back to my routine. My ice cream shop in the suburbs is my next stop and I’m getting behind schedule.” She went away while humming a little, happy song with a joyous face. …. Unlike the previous times where we tried to get sponsors and failed horribly, this time around, thanks to our new skills, we gained enough support and promised supplies to make a good event in six hours. Although, I don’t think I played a bigger part in this. Sure, I knew the people of each local and also knew their weaknesses. But in the end, it was Shimmer’s charisma that made everything possible at a record time. Even if we have our set of strengths and weaknesses… sometimes I believe that her gifts far outweigh mine. Where it took me all the evening to even understand on how to approach efficiently our targets beyond the normal bargaining battles I had in the past, she was another kind of a beast in each encounter. Her speech became cleaner, cleverer, and natural with each person. Her evolution was incredible, developing abilities at an alarming rate. Like if she had unlimited potential… It was something admirable, but scary. And ever since we got out Mareson’s Bucket, when we travelled from one local to another, she would ask to me a triviality. And now that we were going home… “So, about your nickname…” She wouldn’t shut up. “Oh, please! Will you just forget it already? You are getting on my nerves!” “What’s wrong?” “No! No… Sorry! I really am tired and I tend to get grumpy when I don’t sleep well.” “Everyone is like that when dealing with lack of sleep.” She said with empathy. “You are acting too nice recently…” I whispered. “Did you say something?” “You are too nice.” “Thanks… Anyway! Come on, I don’t bite! If you tell me, I’ll answer whatever question you have for me.” “Whatever I want to know?” “Yes, as long as it isn’t outrageous!” She grinned. “Why do you want to know more about me? We don’t match, you know.” “Because even if we have different points of view, you never do bad things on purpose and say your thoughts honestly with me. We should keep learning things together. I’m still a little upset about your mistrust of me in this event of ours, but...” “You know why I have to check on you. Sugarcoat and most of the academy have their pride justified. But I have let you do things your way the past week onward.” “And I appreciate it.” She smiled softly. “We couldn’t have come this far without you.” “You exaggerate. You are more gifted than me.” “That’s not true. You-!” “Shimmer, silence! I know when I am completely outclassed. I don’t need your pity, or your words of courage to stand on my own. Save it for the likes of Twilight or other lost soul you find on school.” I said with all the maturity I could muster in me. She got closer to me and put her hands on my cheeks. Then she slapped them. “It’s not pity.” She started to pinch them in a playful manner. “If I wanted to make you feel pitiful, I would have thoroughly spied on you and stomped you on the ground like a dog by now.” She stopped her harassing. “But this is no longer the case since I am a better girl now thanks to my friends.” She said with pride. “Right… Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah… See you soon.” When I arrived inside my humble home, I fell to the ground on my knees. I never felt my body so heavy since I stood up against Braeburn and his beating. After having dinner, taking my shower, brushing my teeth, and finally putting on myself some comfortable cloths, I finally was able to reach my bed. I should be stressed… but I’m not. Getting your goals achieved is not as important as what you become by achieving said goals. Working with my friends, with my classmates, with my acquaintances, with my enemies, and challenging my own persona was the best thing I could ever ask. Even if I bitch, deep inside just like Gilda, I loved the thrill to face stronger rivals. The light of the glimmering diamonds in the sky hypnotized me. Even if we end up hating each other, perhaps she could be my next Sporty. My new unreachable goal and reason to challenge again. Keep becoming greater. Keep making me doubt myself. Keep giving me a reason to get serious again, and even if I lose against you, as long as I give my all… I will not have regrets while I stay on CHS. I closed my eyes. I was delusional again. We completed the main objective of getting the important stuff in a timely matter. The rest… should be easier… “More… more thrills…” …. …. ‘RING’ My eyes opened. The night was deep outside. My increased heartbeat hurt my chest. I grabbed my cellphone and answered the call without care. “WHAT!?” “Good morning, boss! How are you doing?” “IT’S THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, BON BON!!” “No, it’s not, boss! As a matter of fact, it’s five with thirty in the morning! Those who wake up earlier, Buddha smiles upon them!” “ARE YOU HIGH!? Listen, you little shit!” “Yes?” “No, fuck it! I’ll end up the call!” “Alright!” She said ominously entertained. “…Any moment now.” “Great!” “… …I’m serious.” “Ok!” “… … …What do you want?” “So cruel! So mean! I’m just trying to help!” “Knock it off, snake.” She hissed like one as a reply. “YOU OBNOXIOUS BRAT!” “Tee hee hee! Anyway, just calling you to say that you should go to our school earlier. Nobody remembers because of the rage most of the students had during the Battle of the Bands but there is a fit, graceful, and kind-hearted person who plays the violin in the band’s room every day fifty minutes before classes start! I believe that Thunderbass asked of you something concerning Melody and this will help for sure.” “How do you…? Why bother when you won’t explain me anything.” “I’ll wait on the beige metal doorway with a red mailbox outside your house at six with thirty and explain on the way.” “Arrive at six with fifty because wait a fucking minute! How do you know about that!? How do you know where I live!?” She hung up the call. “BON BON!!!” I couldn’t sleep again. After preparing myself for school, I was waiting at the sofa of the living room with new found nervousness while my foot was tapping the floor. She was joking again. She must be joking again. It was nearly six with fifty and I didn’t see anyone on the front door through the window. “I WANT TO SLEEP.” I said to myself. I went back to my room and prepared to take a nap when -! My Sixth Sense. I slapped myself to get out of my trance and looked out of the window. She was there, in front of the metal gate of my home. She didn’t have that pretty hair style from yesterday, using her usual look instead. She raised her head, locking her artic eyes with mine. Raising her hand and waving it in a motion of greeting, she moved her lips silently. I was far away to hear it, but I know that she just said, ‘Hi!’ …. On the way to school... “Stalker.” “Dancer told me where you live and when I heard about Thunderbass’ new dilemma, I thought to myself, ‘the boss will gladly hear out my useful information!’ so as a good friend, I decided to help you out again!” “You are annoying.” “So cruel! So mean! Why must you make me suffer like this?” “Shut up.” “Anyway! Here!” I signed her document without inspecting it. “Thank you once again for your continuous trust in your people, boss.” “Nevermind that, Bon! Is that violinist you said to me earlier good?” “Really good! The best of Canterlot High School!” “Wow.” “Fit, strong-willed, and amazing!” “Oh?” “Truly a marble to admire, if you lust for toned muscles and an athletic figure, of course.” “…Oh!” “Come, boss! Let me guide you to enlightenment!” We walked to the band room and I could hear it from outside. Music worthy of gods! It was a beautiful tune full of charm and delicacy with a soft, seamless, and appealing tempo that even an untrained ear like mine could appreciate. This… this person will do! “Why don’t you meet the source of such beauty inside?” “She must be a gorgeous girl.” She just smiled somewhat innocently. She must be perfect like the likes of Octavia. I only hoped that she isn’t that classy. Not my cup of tea. I cleared my throat and closed my eyes as I opened the door. “Sorry to disturb your morning practice but I just wanted to say that your music is from the heavens themselves!” “THANKS, LITTLE MAN! I PLAYED THIS SINCE I WAS IN KINDERGARTEN, YOU KNOW?” As my eyes opened in stupefaction, Bulk Biceps was holding the violin with a grace worthy of a professional musician. My hopes and dreams crashed to the pits of hell. I could feel it. The moving face of Bon Bon as she was burying deeper and deeper her laugh in my back, trying to contain her obnoxious gesture of mocking me in public. I hate her. …. Sighing in regret that I was doing the homework I forgot to do as fast as I could before classes started, the only consolation that I could give to myself was that our progress was going smoothly. We got the help from good businesses, I got the violinist, and since we didn’t have to stay that long in the organizations because confidential reasons, only for today I could go home earlier. Peace, tranquility, and hours of sleep waited for me. “Darling! I need to talk to you for a second before my class starts!” Ugh… “Yes, Rarity?” “Could you come to my boutique in the evening? I need you for something concerning your disguise for Friday!” “My what?” “Don’t tell me you planned to skip away your first Halloween party with us?” “Yes.” “Ohohohoho!” She brushed her hair with her delicate hand. “We’ll go to my place after our duty in the city ends, understood?” I gave up long ago in arguing with her and just nodded. I rested my face on my desk and hoped that nothing else could ruin my day. “This cannot get worse!” “Hi, Nitty!” “Twilight, it is rare for you to come at this hour!” “I woke up late because I slept really far into the night! But it was worth it because I have big, great news for us!” “What? Really?” “Yes! It’s about our project! I found a way to finish it at last with flying colors!” FUCKING FINALLY! GOOD NEWS! “That’s great news!” “YES, I KNOW!” She clapped her hands while giving me a cheerful smile. Her eyes had tiny stars in them. “We just need to double our efforts!” “…Beg your pardon?” “The new coding we worked the past two days is but the base for a stronger foundation! I now know that combining a small coding found in some free antivirus software to our main security system will increase its performance to an outstanding point-eleven percent! Isn’t that great!?” “What?” “With this, we can make the school’s library system hacker proof for at least three years and make it two seconds faster! At the pace we are working, we will finish it at the end of the semester! Doubling our efforts, however…” She poked my nose several times. “We’ll finish by the end of November! Doesn’t that sound great!?” Ah…! Aahhh…! “You know! I would never have done this kind of fun activities before alone! Coming here was really the best decision of my life! I thank Sunset for bringing me to the light! And… I thank you for making me come this far!” “N-no problem, Twilight!” My fingers were trembling on her shoulders, slowly approaching her little, slender, and girlish neck. “F-friends always try their best to help each other… r-right!” “You are the best! I knew I could count on you! I also promised Miss Cheerilee that we will help her to do her presentation for her class of Friday! We can advance it a little during Gizmo’s class and finish it when you are done with your appointment with Rarity!” “Great!” My thumbs were on her throat. “We will have so much fun together!” Just need... to grip hard enough. “Indeed we’ll have!” I’ll make you see the light. “Nitpick, please come here for a second!” Thunderbass was at the door while pointing his finger outside. Curious girls looked at us with fascination. Assholes. I stood in front of him. “G-got your violinist.” I felt that my eyes were twitching. I took a big gasp of air and calmed myself. “Bulk Biceps plays it good and Bon Bon agrees!” “Excellent! But I was wondering if you could help me with something else!” “What now!?” He pulled me away from eavesdroppers. “Do you have plans this Sunday?” “Yes.” I lied out of desperation. “Perfect! We'll have a double date together! Lyra told me that Octavia wanted to have a little fun so she persuaded her to go out with her to go anywhere nice!” “I said I'm busy that day.” “She is really a good wingman! She innocently asked to me if I could give them a ride in front of Octavia! I said yes but I want it to look normal so I need you to be Lyra’s temporal pair, couple, whatever! That way, I can be with my interest without looking weird and being a third wheel!” “I have plans already!” “We are going to have a blast of a time! My treat! Well, gotta go! Good luck with the pianist!” He ran to his classroom. This couldn’t possibly get- “Bittersweet, good morning! I’m glad to see you are in a better mood! Bon Bon told me everything! Joining forces instead of having a feud is possibly the best choice for CHS in our second battle against Crystal Prep this year!” “…Ah!?” “Don’t play dumb, silly! It was nice of you to do this for me!” Shimmer hit playfully my arm. “I knew that you were changing! We’ll have our first joined meeting during breakfast! I can’t wait for that!” She winked at me and got inside the classroom. The owner of the artic eyes came into scene after Shimmer went inside, wearing her fakest friendly pupils in that cute face of hers. “I forgot to mention that because you made possible the participation of the minority in menial but important tasks so far, the students won’t mind supporting Shimmer as long as you keep enforcing their desire to make heard their ideas and participation.” “WHAT THE-!?” She sealed my lips with her index finger. “No shouting allowed inside the school, boss.” Said she coldly with a smile and a tempting voice. “Remember those documents I made you sign so Principal Celestia could allow those activities to take place? I know that you are aware on how important someone can feel when they are being useful in any shape or form. Just keep doing what you do best and I will do my part on this event! Oh Captain, My Captain!” “But-!” “See you later!” ‘Heavy breathing’ ‘Hands cracking’ “Mr. Bittersweet, class is about to start!” “…Coming, Mrs. Harshwinny.” No matter how hard, how painful, or how infuriating it was. I’ll make my good deed in this school. I’ll make a fucking good job at CHS. I was a Champion once in the academy. I’m used to outrageous schedules. I’m used to annoying appointments. I must persevere… Even if my anger was dwelling within me… During the small team essay we had during class, Fluttershy praised me through a text message for my supposed decision to work together with Shimmer from now on. I NEVER GAVE HER MY NUMBER! Sunset was looking at me brighter than ever and Rainbow Dash was actually being nice. Also, asking favors through text messaging, Soarin, Thunderbass, Bulk Biceps… WHO THE HELL GAVE THEM MY NUMBER!? The people at the classroom wouldn’t shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! SHUT UP! I was about to explode… but little Twinkle Star and Spike from inside the bag were looking at me like if I was the best thing ever. I must show restraint, patience, and maturity. As long as I was at Midnight’s sight, I’ll be a damn good role model for her even if I must…! Even if I… I... .... .... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHH!