//------------------------------// // Overhyped // Story: Before the Friendship Games: Sour Sweet // by CapNTilfy //------------------------------// Sour Sweet slowly opened her eyes, stretching and yawning. She rolled over on the floor and got up. Goooood morning! Thought Sour Side. "Good morning." Sour Sweet muttered. "Well. Tomorrow's the Friendship Games." Yep. Thought Sour Side. "Rather scintillating conversation, isn't this?" Said Sour Sweet, rolling her eyes. "Let's both remain quiet until I'm fully awake, shall we?" Agreed. Thought Sour Side. ---------------------------------------------- Now fully awake and in her uniform, Sour Sweet walked out of her house and to the bus stop. Any idea when Principal Cinch wants you to grab everyone? Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet shrugged. Nope. I suppose I'll go ask her just for clarification. Better to err on the side of caution. Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet nodded. Yup. The bus pulled up to the stop, and Sour Sweet boarded. She hardly paid attention to what the student on the bus were yammering about, but curiosity got the better of her this time around. "...Friendship Games are tomorrow, can you believe it?!" "What events do you think there'll be?" "How badly are we gonna beat those losers from Canterlot High?" No surprise there. Everyone's excited for the Friendship Games. Thought Sour Sweet. So are you. Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet rolled her eyes and smiled. Of course I am, Sour Side. It's all about winning, remember? Winning isn't everything, Sweet. Thought Sour Side. You're right. Winning isn't everything... it's the only thing that matters! Thought Sour Sweet. If Sour Side was capable of sighing, it would have done so. --------------------------- Sour Sweet arrived at Crystal Prep, and the hallways were filled with students chatting excitedly about the Friendship Games. I guess that's pretty much all I'm going to hear about today. Thought Sour Sweet. Off to the principal's office I go. Sour Sweet kept her eyes open all the way to Principal Cinch's office. She had almost bumped into people enough times around here already. She reached the office and knocked on the door. "Yes?" Principal Cinch said from behind the door. "Come in." Sour Sweet opened the door and entered. "Ah, Sour Sweet. What brings you up here?" Asked Principal Cinch. Sour Sweet hesitated for a moment. While she greatly disliked the principal and for the longest time wanted nothing more than to tell her off in a torrent of obscenities, she understood what it would cost her if she ever did so. Not to mention she always came off as intimidating, or even that she was in her office at this very moment. She snapped herself out of her thoughts, aware that Cinch would get impatient if she kept quiet. Principal Cinch never liked having her time wasted. "Yesterday, you told me to get all of my teammates, but you didn't tell me when to do so or where to assemble them." Sour Sweet said. Principal Cinch sighed. "I suppose you're right. Very well then, how about this: gather everyone in a room of your choice during lunch." Sour Sweet smiled. "That works for me. That's all I wanted to know. Thank you!" She said, and left the office for her first period class. --------------------------------------------- First period had passed, and all the students including Sour Sweet left the classroom. She sighed. Ugh. Sometimes classes can be so freakingboring! Amen, sister. Amen. Thought Sour Side. You'd think CPA would try to make their classes a bit more enjoyable, but noooo. Thought Sour Sweet. Testify! Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet returned her attention to her surroundings, not risking another potential collision with a fellow student. As much fun as that exchange was, I don't want any distractions on the way to class. Very well. Thought Sour Side. --------------------------------------------- Second period passed, and Sour Sweet left the classroom to hear more chatter about the Friendship Games. If I wasn't as into the Games as everybody else here, I'd be going crazy! I almost want someone to talk about something else. Almost. Thought Sour Sweet. You can always talk to me, you know. Thought Sour Side. Quite frankly, I'm getting borderline sick of hearing about the games. It'd be a nice change of pace. Sour Sweet shrugged and sighed. Well you won't have to wait much longer. The games are tomorrow. Yeah, but then CPA's gonna talk about our victory for the next few days after! Complained Sour Side. Sour Sweet rolled her eyes. I suppose you have a point there. Maybe if we're lucky the next class will bore me into a stupor. Now who's tempting fate? Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet folded her arms and scowled. Oh, shut up. --------------------------------------------- Third period passed, and Sour Sweet left the classroom while trying to tune out the chatter for the Friendship Games. You know, you could always just cover your ears with your hands and shout "LALALALALALA!" Thought Sour Side. Oh, please. If I did that, I'd look and sound like an idiot! Thought Sour Sweet. Just a suggestion. Thought Sour Side. Sour Sweet rolled her eyes and shook her head as she walked to her fourth period class. --------------------------------------------- Fourth period passed, and Sour Sweet massaged her temples. "I think I've got a freaking headache." She sighed. "That ear-covering option sounds good right about now..." Told you. Thought Sour Side. Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in. Thought Sour Sweet. I just want lunch to come around so I can keep my mind occupied. --------------------------------------------- Lunch had finally began, and Sour Sweet ate as fast as she comfortably could. "Now." She said, cracking her knuckles. "Let's round everyone up!"