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// A Very Bad Reunion 
// Story: High School Loser 
// by Frizzy 
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Rarity sat at her sewing machine, humming as she worked on her newest design. She was in great spirits today, because Sweetie Belle would be spending the week at their parents' house, giving her the peace and quiet she needed to work. She was interrupted when a bell rang, alerting her that a customer had arrived. Sh was greeted by a light brown earth pony colt with long sandy hair. A pen adorned his flank. Men were a rare sight at Carousel Boutique, and usually only came when they needed a dress for a fillyfriend or wife. Shame too. He was quite handsome.

"Hello! Welcome to Carousel Boutique. How may I help you this beautiful day?" Rarity asked. "Hi, my name is Penn, and was hoping you might have something for my mother's birthday." the colt replied. Rarity couldn't help but feel as if she had heard that name before. Did he perhaps write one of the books she had borrowed from Twilight? "Well, sir, you came to the right place! We have many fine dresses for sale, so please don't hesitate to let me know if you find something." she replied, smiling. She was trying to remember where she had heard that name before. For some reason high school came to mind. 'Did he write for the school paper? I'm pretty sure he did.' Rarity thought.  Then she remembered something. 'Oh no! It can't be!'

"So, Mr. Penn, where exactly are you from?" Penn looked up from the dress he was examining. "Well, I'm originally from here in Ponyville, but moved away in my Junior year of high school. Me and my family lived in Manehattan for a bit, and moved back here last week." he replied. 'That's what I was afraid of', Rarity thought, her face going from the smile she had previously worn, to one of terror and sadness.

"Is everything alright, miss?" Penn asked in a concerned voice. 'Should I tell him? Does he even remember? I'm sure he made friends in Manehattan, and forgot all abou it. But, I should probably tell him.' "Penn, I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Rarity, we went to school together." Rarity's usually calm attitude had faded to one of worry. "Rarity!? Oh my gosh! I had quite a crush on you in high school!" Penn replied smiling. 'That's going to make this all the harder to say' Rarity thought. "Well, I'm not sure if you remember all those nasty rumors that went around the school, but I started those. I am so sorry!" Rarity said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"What!?" Penn screamed. He was no longer smiling. His face was now contorted with rage. "You started the rumor about me clopping in the bathroom!?" he shouted. Rarity could only meekly nod. "You started the rumor about my mother being a prostitute!?" "Yes." Rarity said in voice that would have made Fluttershy sound loud. "You started the rumor about my dad being a drug dealer!?" "YES!" Rarity cried! "Yes, I started all of them! Every. Single. One! I am so sorry! If there is anything I can do to apologize, please tell me. I want to make this right!" Penn's expression had not changed. He was still glaring at her. "You, the filly I had a crush on, are the reason pervs and drug addicts showed up at my door every night! You are the reason my family had to leave Ponyville for several years! You are the reason that I have was in a mental hospital for the past eight years! I only just got out a week ago, and moved back here! Do you know how many times I tried to kill myself!? FIVE! I had to be placed under intensive care to make sure I did not hurt myself! You ruined my life! How do you expect me to ever forgive you! You want to make it up to me?! You can do so by leaving me alone FOREVER!" 

With that, Penn turned and headed for the door, slamming it on his way out. Rarity fell on the floor and cried. How could she have done this to somepony who didn't deserve it? What she had thought was harmless fun had placed him into an institution. It was all her fault. She should have thought about his feelings, instead of her desire to be in the popular group at school. "Oh, Celestia, what have I done!" she shouted, before returning to her crying. She could never forgive herself for this. And so she laid there on the floor, crying.