When Dash got to her dormitory, which is Dorm 56, she wondered who her roomate is. She used the key the principal gave them to unlock their dorms. Once the lock clicked, she opened the door and walked inside.
The room had two desks for doing work. What was different was that there is a paint bucket beside both of them. Someone wrote a note on them. Dash took a closer look. The note said, If you ever want to change the color of your writing tables use the paint and the paintbrush here.
Dash reread it to completely understand. She turned around to look at the remainder of the room. There was a walk-in closet on the far side of the room and a large glass pane that slides open to lead to the balcony. There was a bathroom at the right corner. And finally, the beds. She could tell whose is whose, and the dark blue bed is hers. They prepared it better than she expected. There was a curtain to seperate themselves so if they have a conflict they don't have to worry about it.
She heard a click at the door. A girl, with lighter blue skin than hers and had dark blue hair with teal streaks that went up to her waist. She had matching dark blue eyes. She was chatting on her cellphone. Something went off in Dash's head.
"You! You threw that dodgeball bag at me, weren't you?" Dash yelled, pointing at her.
The girl blinked, then said goodbye to the caller and hung up. She looked at Dash and smirked evilly.
"Well, to tell you the truth, yes, I did." She laughed. "But it wasn't funny that you dodged it." Dash squinted her eyes.
"You should've known that I have fast reflexes." Dash said proudly.
"Yeah, whatever." The girl spat. She walked towards her bed and slid the curtains.
The intercom came up and announced that school would be canceled for the next two days so the newcomers settled in.
Dash also started to dislike the girl since that day. Not only because of the dodgeball, but also her attitude towards probably her entire existence for ruining her stunt. The next day, she learned the girl's name is Snowflake Swirl. She was apparently one of the most popular students in the entire school. The same night, she heard Snowflake murmuring something that sounded like she was saying a name. The last day of cancellation, she heard that Snowflake liked Soarin, who was a high-star athlete who teams up with Spitfire and Fleetfoot to make the Wonderbolts.
Dash decided to take her mind off of Snowflake. She asked the teacher if she could go to the yard. Once the teacher agreed, she went to the yard to train herself in parkour and soccer. She found the soccer ball and decide on soccer first. She practiced her skills, and she was pretty good. What she didn't realize was that a boy just started spying on her behind the bushes. Her reflexes told her so, and kicked the ball into the bushes by accident. The ball missed the boy by a inch, but it did make him yelp.
Dash ran towards the ball and the boy. The boy ran towards the ball and got it for her.
"Thanks, I guess?" Dash said, then apologized for kicking the soccer ball in his direction. The boy shook it off.
"By the way, my name is Soarin." The boy introduced himself. Dash's eyes widened.
"Y-you're the guy that Snowflake likes!" She exclaimed.
"Snowflake Swirl? Nah, I don't like her. She's a jerk." Soarin shrugged.
"Uh, okay. By the way, I'm Rainbow Dash, nice to meet you." Dash extended her hand in a handshake. Soarin took it.
"Say, you're practicing soccer, right?" Soarin asked. Dash nodded her head slowly.
"Actually, I'm improving." Dash laughed nervously.
"Well, you look ready for advanced skills, so let me give you those pointers, okay?" Soarin asked, getting up. Dash's face lightened up.
"All right!"
LUNCHTIME
"Phew!" Dash plopped down on the grass, feeling exhausted after that practice run on advanced skills.
"Yeah, they're pretty tough to master." Soarin chuckled. "I have to reserve the yard for the Wonderbolts' next match, so I'll see you later, okay? If you ever want to master these skills, come to the yard at lunch, okay?"
Dash grinned and agreed. Soarin waved goodbye.
Dash smiled as she sat on the bleachers. She thought about her entire training session. She started to blush. She realized something bad.
My dad said to never talk to boys. Does that mean that she doomed him?
Does that mean....
That she likes Soarin?