Equestria Girls
Twilight could hardly believe how much her life had changed. Not that long ago, she’d be looking into strange phenomena that had been occurring at her old high school’s rival, Canterlot High; now, partly due to her research almost consuming her and partly due to Dean Cadance making it possible, she was a student at the school learning more from the girls who had been at the center of all the strange happenings. It all seemed so surreal to look back on.
She was certainly at the top of CHS when it came to knowledge. Not that that was a surprise; there was almost nothing in Crystal Prep’s curriculum that she hadn’t aced and she had hoped her research would launch her to much greater heights than if she continued to stay there, but she didn’t care about that anymore. The students at Crystal Prep had hardly done anything to connect with her or accept her attempts to reach out to them until everything that happened at this year’s Friendship Games. All the trouble her research caused, the madness it had spawned within her before it was pushed back…
At the time, she’d wondered if it would be better to stay at Crystal Prep and make friends with the other students, who’d all had a change of heart after their pressuring pushed her over the edge, but that idea didn’t last. She wanted to make a fresh start and develop herself with the help of those who knew a lot about being friends, and Canterlot High was the school to go to for that. Of course, not everyone agreed with her decision, but she had a feeling this was the best choice for her and for Spike.
And that’s why, on this day, they were joining their new friends out on the school’s front lawn for a picnic, right in front of the statue that had contained some of what their friends had called Equestrian magic. It was such a lovely day, the sky clear and the sun shining, and she felt like this was a really good experience for her and that nothing @(&!&@*()$^*(%^*@(&)*@(&%*
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“Oh, come on! Are you seriously going to drag this story out already?”
“Hey! What did you just do? You like glitched what I had written there!”
“You want to know what I did, huh? Well, I ain’t telling you! You need to develop better writing habits and skills!”
“First of all, what do YOU know about writing? And second, I must be doing something… decently if people want to read my stories. Whatever it is I do that they like, you should let me do that!”
“After you’ve waited how long? Isn’t there an idiot out there who doesn’t want to wait on you and decided to take continuing what you’ve done into his own hands, regardless of what you say?”
“He’s not an idiot, and what he chooses to do is not the issue. I’m pretty sure it’s well-established that I have communication issues. I hardly have any right to be questioning what anybody does.”
“That’s still what pushed you over, isn’t it? He spoke up, made you angry, and now you gotta get back in the game!”
“‘Angry’ is such a harsh word…”
“Actually, it’s ‘strong’ word.”
“How did he get here?!”
“I don’t know, but that doesn’t matter! The point is, you want to do this story and you don’t want to do all the things that have made you want to kill yourself with every other thing you’ve done!”
“You have such a way with words…”
“So get to work and get this story started! You’ve already brought up the events and characters that are important to this crazy tale you’ve cooked up! Stop dragging it along behind you like you drag everything else and get going already!”
“All right, all right! Geez, I’m trying to be good about all of this, but man…”