The Sparkle house was a nice, quaint house that blended in with the rest of the houses in the suburbs of Canterlot. Beautiful dark purple color, meshing together with beautiful window panes and strong structure. Anyone who would pass by would probably make a guess that this house belonged to someone rich, which the Sparkle family was. While not rich enough to go all out and afford private jets, expensive watches, or any of that sort you would see the snobby rich, they had enough to support themselves.
Twilight Sparkle was not in her room, for once, but instead is in the shed out back. In a workshop - once her father's but now hers, used for her research purposes. Tons of machines and equipment all set up, intended for her research, along with a wide array of computers, monitors, and all sorts of science equipment you would see in the most high tech of laboratories. Currently the purple-haired genius was at work, doing some last-minute adjustments to the tracking device of hers.
Twilight is busy, and she liked it that way. Her attention totally focused on the machine and the tools before her, no other sound or distractions or people - it's just her, and her work, and that's the way that she likes it.
But just then, there was a knock at the shed door.
"Twily!"
Twilight yelped, nearly dropping the device as she fumbles it. Catching herself though, she puts the thing back on the workbench, shooting a rather annoyed look to the door as she went over to answer it.
"What is it, Shining Armor?"
Her big brother was taken aback by her tone, but he recovered to tell her, "It's almost dinner time. Thought you should know and get ready."
Twi scoffed. "I'll be fine. I'll just heat some up later."
Shining frowned at her, with a mix of concern and annoyance. "Twily, c'mon... you really can't have just one dinner in the house?"
"I'm engaged in--"
"--Important research, I know, I know..." Shining interrupted, then trying to be persuasive. "Twily, I know this stuff is important to you. But I think it can wait long enough for you to have one meal with your brother," he smiled hopefully. "And your parents too."
Twilight was admittedly surprised. "What?"
"Mom and Dad are back from their trip - well, on their way back at any rate. I thought that they'd like to come home to a nice, freshly-made supper, served up by me - and my genius little sister." Shining gently clapped her on the shoulder.
"Hmph…" she grumbled without heat. "You're just saying that..."
"No, I mean it. C'mon," Shining nudged, trying to get her to come with him.
Twilight sighs, but relents. Closing the shed behind her - and locking it for good measure - she follows her brother back into the house.
Sometime later, the doorbell rings. Shining Armor calls “I’ll get it!” and heads to the door. Twilight, engrossed in peeling vegetables as if it were advanced surgery, doesn’t look up. She knows her brother. She couldn't remember how many times Shining had either cut himself, or wasn't paying attention, or who knows.
Shining Armor opens the door and lets the two individuals on the other side; Twilight Velvet and Night Light. Also known as their mom and dad. Velvet cheerfully tosses her travel bag to the floor with a thud (Night Light wincing at that) as she greeted Shining with a big hug.
“Mom, Dad!”
Velvet smiled. “How’s my favorite son?”
Shining chuckled. “Your only son is doing just fine, thanks. You have a good trip?”
“It was great! That Mr. Will really knows how to run a cruise! I almost wish we could have stayed longer!” She hugged Shining again. “Almost…”
Night Light smiled ironically. “Your mother tried to go over the falls in a barrel.”
The older brother groaned. “Mom…”
Velvet brushed off the concern. “Oh hush son. You only live once.”
Shining rolled his eyes, but it’s friendly. He knew his mother, and her love of adventure. Night Light looks around as he – more carefully – sets his suitcase on the floor.
“Where’s Twilight? Is she in her workshop again?”
Shining shook his head. “Uh, no, actually, she’s in the kitchen.” He looked behind him down the hallway. “Twily! Mom and Dad are home!”
Twilight called back, annoyed in a 'I already know that' tone, “I know, Shining Armor!”
Their father sighed. Twilight Velvet’s cheerful mood faltered slightly too, as she looks to her son, who was a little embarrassed. But boosting up some confidence, he chose to cover for Twilight. “She’s fixing dinner.”
Night Light brightened a little bit. “Oh really?”
Shining said. “Yeah, I know! I almost couldn’t believe it myself.”
Little did his parents know that he was deliberately misrepresenting this. It was his idea for him and Twi to fix dinner, but an attempt to make their parents happy, he’s trying to make it look like SHE did it.
Velvet smiled. “That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to have some, I’m starving!”
Shining chuckled. “Right, right…”
Velvet hefts her and her husband’s suitcases, hauling them towards the stairs. Night Light looked worried at how casually his wife handles his case, but it’s familiar to him. He knows his wife for who she is, and he loves her for it.)
Night Light chuckled. “Come on son, let’s get the table set.”
“Sure.”
As they do so, putting out plates and silverware and glasses – all to Night Light’s specifications – he couldn't help but end up reminiscing. “This will be a nice treat. I can barely remember the last time all four of us sat down to eat together.”
Shining's head almost sunk at the comment. Wistfully replying, “Yeah… I know.”
They both jumped slightly as they hear a loud hissing from the kitchen, and poor Twilight scrambled to deal with an pot bubbling over on the stove.
“Shining Armor!! You were supposed to be keeping an eye on the pasta water!”
Shining slowly spun around back to his father with an embarassed smile. “Whoops…”
"Maybe we should give you a hand," Velvet said.
"No, it's okay. Sorry, I just had to step away for a second," Shining said, trying to urge them not to rush to the kitchen.
Sometime later, the Sparkle family were all seated at the table, eating dinner. Thankfully Shining managed to get back to the kitchen just in time before anything could have gone wrong.
"Thank you for fixing dinner, Twilight."
"Your mother and I really appreciate it, sweetie."
Twilight smiled at the words from her parents. It was subtle, but noticeable. Shining Armor suppressed a smile of his own, taking a drink to cover it up.
"So, kids, what's happened while we were gone? Any exciting news?"
Shining glanced over to Twilight, who's focused more on her food now than anything else. So he decided to take up the slack to answer."Well, mom, dad, not too much on my end. Same old, same old..." He nudged his shoulder over to Twilight, "but I think that Twily here has something interesting to tell you about school."
Twilight looked up at the mention, confusion plain on her face.
"Oh really?" Night Light asked.
"What is it, Twilight?"
Twilight looked back at Shining with a confused look. "What?"
"...You know, Twily, that - thing - with Canterlot High?" Shining said, practically spoon-feeding her the topic.
Unfortunately the indication didn't get clear to Twilight as she brightened up, getting the wrong idea. "Oh! Right! Mom, Dad, I've been pursuing some fascinating new research into tracking a new form of--"
"--Twilight, I was talking about the other thing..." Shining gently interrupted. "You know, with your classmates?"
Mr. and Mrs. Sparkle exchanged looks, confused. The penny finally dropped for Twilight, and her enthusiasm wilted. "Oh. That. Right." She sighed. "So... I joined the Friendship Games this year."
Velvet was surprised. "Really?"
"Twilight, that's really great!"
Twilight's face went immediately to bored, picking at her food. "Hmph."
Night Light reached out, and put a hand on top of hers. Surprised, Twi looks up at her father, seeing a smile of pride. "Twilight, I mean it. I'm really proud of you. It's good that you're trying this."
"It really is, sweetie. I'm so happy that you're reaching out," Velvet gently added.
Twilight looks away, feeling a little self-conscious. Frowning, not comfortable with this topic of conversation.
Her mother and father, sensing this, backed down, if reluctantly. The dinner eventually continued quietly, but amicably.
"So, is anything else going on with you two? Shining, I know you aren't in that current state but... have you by any chance found any cute girls lately?" Night Light asked.
"Night," Velvet said, swatting at his shoulder.
"What, can't a father ask his son if he's seeing anyone?"
Shining chuckled. "No Dad, I'm not seeing anyone. Besides, I'm too busy at work to take some time to do so."
"Oh come on, I'm sure you can find time," Night Light said. "I mean, you haven't seen anyone... since..." He stopped, realizing what he was saying.
An awkward pause hit the table, as Twilight's head jolted up, but with a blank face.
"May I please be excused?"
"Of course," Velvet said, allowing her daughter to leave the table. She heard her feet stomp up the stairs, just before going up to her room and closing her bedroom door. This house was nice and roomy, but every noise that was made could easily be heard.
"Ohhh," Night Light said, rubbing his face. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's not your fault," Velvet said, patting his hand. "Look, I'm going to go talk to her. And don't blame yourself." She said just before she started to head upstairs. She went up the stairs, hitting the second floor. She made a right hand turn, and was outside the door of Twilight's bedroom. She didn't hesitate to knock on the door.
"Twilight? Sweetie?" Velvet softly spoke.
No response. She slowly opened up the door, seeing Twilight sitting near the foot of her bed, looking away from the door. She kept her back turned, keeping her eyes away from her.
"Sweetie, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Twilight said coldly.
"Twilight, you know we didn't mean to upset you, right?" Velvet asked.
"... Yes." Twilight peeped.
"And you know what happened between you and Cadence was only an accident?" Velvet asked some more.
Twilight took a little more time to respond to that statement. But she just replied with a simple, "Yes." She felt her mother come and sit on the spot on the bed next to her, but still didn't look up. Well, only for a few seconds. She tilted her head a bit, looking at her mother. Velvet simply gave a soft smile and pulled her youngest into a comforting hug. Twilight reciprocated in return, holding her close.
Her mother's hands rubbed her back, the same affection that helped her calm down in many situations. Like when she freaked about not getting an assignment turned in on time, or when she had to deal with a school bully, or worse; the incident with Cadence. But she wasn't able to cry this time, but instead, just a little eerily quiet breathing. Twilight Velvet just continued to hold her close, ensuring that she was still there for her.
The next day had came. Day three of the Friendship Games was here. Everyone was heading off to school like it was a regular day, but no one could deny they were excited. They knew what event was going to be happening today, and they could tell it was going to be exciting. At least, they hope they would be.
But not everyone showed up to school. Well, someone didn't. Rarity hadn't emerged from her room since yesterday, too afraid to go back out into the world again. She had herself buried under a pillow fort, trying to block out all light from the outside world, feeling more alone than ever. But her head jolted up when she heard a single hand knocking on the door of Rarity's room, trying to get an answer.
"Rarity?" A hoarse voice asked. "Rarity, it's just me, Fluttershy. What happened, I heard about Cherry."
"Go away!" Rarity cried.
The goth girl flinched, but she still wanted to proceed on. "Rarity, look, I... Okay. I know I don't talk much, but... I... I am..." Fluttershy attempted to say. "I am concerned. Look, do you want me to get back at her, because--"
"--No, Fluttershy! Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk," Rarity whimpered. "Just let me wallow in my sorrow!"
She wanted to say something, anything. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. Rarity was clearly in no state to try and talk. If she wasn't going to talk now, maybe tomorrow her efforts would be better. But she would have to leave her alone for now. She walked out of Rarity's home and walked back to her car. Not turning back to look, she just drove away, heading to school.
By the time the goth girl arrived at school, she found all of her classmates weren't in their classes. Instead everyone was on their way to the auditorium. Fluttershy was a little confused at first, but only a few seconds. It didn't take long to figure out what this was going to be about, just hearing the little bits of gossip from the rest of her classmates.
"Hey," A voice softly spoke.
Flutter's eyes turned, finding the source. "Hey." She said with a little bit of some somberness in her voice.
"So... you hear back from Rarity?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"No."
Pinkie wilted a little bit. "It's that bad, isn't it?"
For once, Fluttershy let go of the snarky attitude, and answered with some real worry. "It is. I tried talking to her but... I don't think she wants to talk to any of us. Though I can't say I blame her."
When they arrived at the auditorium, they found all of their classmates, practically the entire school assembled. Finding their seats, they quickly sat down and waited for the principals to go on stage. While they couldn't pick them all out, they did hear a few classmates of theirs mention Rarity's name. They could only imagine what they were thinking, probably joy that someone did something to one of them, finally getting revenge. But no, that's not what they were talking about at all.
In fact, the students that did talk about Rarity, were more shocked and mortified at the fact that one of their own classmates took it upon themselves and assaulted her! Passive-aggressiveness was one thing, but physical assault? That was crossing the line which was a complete understatement.
"Good morning students. Now I'm sure you're all anticipating today's events for the Friendship Games, but we needed you all to come here for an important announcement. Some of you may be aware, some may not. But for the sake of their identity, we'll be keeping their names anonymous. We found out that one of your classmates has been assaulted outside of school grounds."
Everyone gasped.
"Who?" A student called out.
"We will not be identifying them for their sake. However, there is something we need to discuss. The student who instigated the assault has been expelled, and will not be returning to this school."
Now everyone was murmuring. Some were in total shock. Some were in complete surprise. And a few were now quaking in fear, thinking of what would happen if they were the ones expelled.
"Now before anyone overreacts, we have something to say," Principal Luna interrupted. "We know all of you are some of the brightest students in school, some of the best students we've ever had."
"However, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated on school grounds," Vice-Principal Celestia emphasized. "None of it. If Principal Luna and I find out anything about it, there will be severe consequences. That is all."
Everyone was talking to each other now, whispering with thoughts. And it was still like that when they were allowed to finally go off to class. Though it felt a little awkward passing by them in the halls. Fluttershy felt as if all eyes were locking on her, even though they weren't. She knew everyone was going to find out, but this fast? Gossip traveled fast, that's for sure.
"Hey, Fluttershy?"
The goth girl halted in her tracks. Turning around, she saw one of her classmates, Tennis Match, approaching her.
"Yeahhh?" Fluttershy asked.
Tennis Match, without warning, pulled Fluttershy close and gave her a hug. Fluttershy wasn't sure how to react at first, but she couldn't help but wrap her arms around her and join the embracing hug. Tennis then broke from it, giving a sympathetic look.
"I'm sorry about Rarity. I know there's nothing I can do to help, but if you can tell her that I hope's okay, that'd be appreciated."
Fluttershy was at a loss. Anyone around here would never talk to her, let alone be in the same room with her.
"Oh, I... I will," Fluttershy replied, trying to clear voice.
The athlete smiled before starting to head to class, until--
"Tennis?"
She stopped. She turned around, looking back to the goth girl.
"T... Th... Thank you," Fluttershy said, genuinely.
Tennis's only response was smiling and nodding, before heading back off to class. Fluttershy didn't know what came over her, but suddenly she felt herself smiling. And it wasn't from deriving joy from the misery of others.
While everyone had hoped to keep the news of the assault quiet, it unfortunately did not stop students from gossiping about it. And Crystal Prep students found out real quickly. And the news, oh no, it spread like wildfire. Now almost everyone was talking about it. And the news hit a certain group of Shadowbolts...
Two of which were standing outside the door of Rarity's bedroom. They needed to know if she was okay, they had to check up on her. And so, a baby blue hand knocked on the bedroom door.
"Please, leave me alone!" Rarity shouted.
"Rarity, it's me, Sunny Flare."
There was some silence from the other side of the door.
"S-S-Sunny Flare?" Rarity sniffled.
"Yes, it's me."
"And meee!" Lemon Zest squeaked.
"Look, we heard about the news about what happened last night, I wanted to see you. I'm sure I know the answer but... are you okay?"
"I was forced against a wall in an alleyway and tortured, what do you think!?"
Sunny and Lemon flinched at the shriek.
"Um... Rarity, when you say that, you don't mean... um..."
"No, not that!" Rarity responded. "Honestly!"
"Look, Rarity, can we please come in?"
"No! I'm hideous! I'm disgustingggg!" Rarity cried into a pillow.
Not even worried, Sunny Flare opened up the door to her room and walked inside. Rarity wasn't in sight, but it didn't take long for them to figure out who it was hidden underneath the pillow fort, the blankets, cape and hood.
"Rarity?" Sunny asked.
"Who else could it be?" Rarity cried, attempting to hide herself some more, her voice muffled into the pillow.
"Please, Rarity, what happened?" Lemon asked, sitting on the bed.
Only a hand exposed itself from the pile, grabbing another tissue and blowing her nose. "I was just walking home from school and then Cherry Crash tricked me into going into the alleyway! And she... she..."
"What, what?" Sunny asked, admittedly scared to know the answer.
"She shaved my hair!!!" Rarity bawled, pushing her face into the pillow. "She tried to shave all of my hair awayyyy!"
Once again, the rest of her voice was muffled underneath the pillow she buried herself in. But Sunny Flare gave her a soft pat on the back, trying to find some way she could comfort her.
"Rarity, I'm so sorry..."
"Dude, that ain't cool," Lemon said, shaking her head. "But wait, she shaved your head? That can't be that bad, hair grows back. I'm sure your hair isn't that messed up."
"Messed up?" Rarity's voice sharpened. Her head, for once looked up to the two Crystal Prep students and she yanked the hood down with anger. "Messed up? Does THIS, LOOK MESSED UP TO YOU!?" Rarity shrieked, her face twitching.
Both girls gasped at the sight, seeing the unruly mess that was the remains of Rarity's hair. They heard it was bad, but not this bad!
Rarity's face sunk. "Honestly, how hard is it to pretend it's not that bad?"
"Pretty hard," Lemon admitted. "... Okay, it's worse."
Sunny Flare scolded Lemon with a soft glare, which Lemon acknowledged. Moving closer, Sunny sat on the bed next to the poor girl.
"Rarity? Please, just look at me."
Rarity sighed, pulling herself back out from the cover. Her face was still visible, but she refused to open up the hood and exposing the dreaded remains.
"What happened? Why did she do that?" Sunny asked.
Rarity sighed, shakily. "I know why. And you're not going to like it."
"What?"
Rarity's hands reached over, reaching for a small cold gallon of ice cream, eating a scoop from the can.
"Last school year, I did something utterly terrible to that Cherry Crash girl."
Lemon and Sunny waited for her to finish her scoop before speaking.
"I... I sabotaged her performance!" Rarity said, spitting out the truth like ripping a band-aid. "She was performing for the Canterlot talent show and I sabotaged her band while they were playing on stage in front of a live audience!"
Lemon and Sunny blinked.
"Um... okay. Admittedly, not the first thing that came to mind," Lemon said, thinking about it.
"But why would you do that?"
"I don't even know anymore!" Rarity bawled, receiving another pat. "I was angry, I wasn't thinking, I made a repulsive decision that I wish I thought before I went through with it!" Rarity nommed on another scoop of ice cream. "I suppose it's not all bad... Cherry got her revenge. Good for her, she got her paybaccckk!" Rarity quivered, mascara running down her face.
Sunny Flare sighed. "Rarity? Mind if I say something?"
"W-What?"
"Okay, so you're telling me, you did something incredibly wrong, that's what resulted in her intending to get revenge by... that?"
"Mmmhmm," Rarity woefully nodded.
"Uh-huh..."
"... okay, I know this is messed up, but come on, that's a terrible way to get payback! What about a simple itching powder, taping scary photos in least suspecting places, at least that won't harm anyone! Seriously, taking someone by force and shaving their head, that's... that's not cool--"
"--We know, Lemon," Sunny said, trying to get her to stop. "Look, what you did wasn't cool, not at all. But it's still not an excuse enough to do something like... this."
Rarity sniffled. "I don't think I'll be able to go outside ever again..."
Sunny blinked. "Wait, what? You're just going to stay here?"
"What if there's more like her out there? What if another one attacks me, I can't handle any more of it!"
"And what if there isn't? What if there isn't another one like her? You can't hide from everyone just because of one person. You're not going to stay locked up in here forever, are you?" Sunny asked with a stern voice.
Rarity sniffled. "I... I don't even knowwww!"
Sunny waited for Rarity to let out the rest of her tears, waiting for her to be a little calm before she could talk to her. When she felt all her tears were completely gone, she looked up to Lemon Zest with open arms.
"W-What do you want?"
"Come here. Let me give you a hug," Lemon offered.
Rarity sniffled, still whimpering. But Lemon Zest moved over to her, and gave her a sweet embrace. Rarity didn't move, at least not until she hugged her back, breathing heavily.
"There there..." Lemon rubbed her back. "Zesty's here. It's okay..."
Once she was calm, she pulled out of the hug.
"Are you calm now?" Sunny asked.
Rarity nodded, getting a soft smile from Sunny.
"Listen, Rarity. What happened was bad. Really bad, I know. I went through something similar as well. ... Okay, maybe not as intense as what you went through, but I know how it feels. But staying here, holed up in your room isn't going to solve anything. You're not alone, you have friends here with you," Sunny patted her shoulder. "And what about the rest of your team? They need you. And I bet when you show up again... they're going to see that nothing is going to take you down. And nothing will ever take you down."
Rarity, for the first time that day, smiled.
"T-Thank you..."
Sunny Flare leaned over and pulled Rarity in for another hug, this time more happy than sad. "But what to do about my hair?" Rarity asked, sulking again. "I can't go back out there looking like this!"
Sunny and Lemon looked at each other, but smirking.
"Maybe there's something we can do. I know a thing or two about styling hair, and I think Lemon knows a thing or two about salvaging. I think we can salvage those measly bits that are still hanging. Lemon, get my makeup kit! We've got some work to do!'
"Wait, I'm not sure..." Rarity said, now suddenly a little scared.
"Please, Rarity, just let me help you, I can fix your hair," Sunny offered with a puppy-dog eyed look. "Pleaaasseeee?"
Rarity wanted to say no. But dang it, the sparkling eyes were working on her! How can she say no to those eyes?
"Ohhhh... alright," Rarity said, defeated.
"Eeeee!" Sunny Flare squeed. "I've been waiting for this!"
The next few seconds went by in a flash because suddenly Rarity found herself thrown into her makeup chair, with a barber cape around her body and Sunny Flare standing with some tools in hands. She didn't even remember getting up from the bed!
"Okay, let us see..." Sunny Flare said, rubbing Rarity's shoulders. "What kind of look do we want to make here? A good portion of this hair may be gone, but I think we should be able to make a style that can restore for a good while. But what to go with, what can we do, hmm..."
"Well, um," Rarity tittered. "I'm not sure, maybe if you look into my closet, there might be a few choices that could help?"
"Whoa-ho-ho! Dude! Sweet jackets!"
Lemon tossed a few jackets onto Rarity's pillow fort. Sunny and Rarity looked back, seeing a few that were thrown. One was a denim jacket that looked as if patches could be attached. A winter jacket, which looked more for the fashionable wear than it did the weather. Football jacket, with CHS's team colors, more intended for regular football or soccer.
"Oooh, what's this?" Lemon reached deeper into the closet, almost to the point where it looked like she was about to fall in. Her closet was almost like a big deep pit that could easily be fallen into. But after pulling herself from the depths of the fashion closet, she pulled out a black punkish looking vest, one that had a few studs attached to it. "Why didn't you show us this stuff sooner? This is awesome!"
"... I only met you a few days ago?" Rarity asked.
"Ohhhhh... yeahhhh," Lemon remembered, thinking about it. "But still, I think this can work with a little idea I got in mind... wear this," she tossed the punk vest onto a dresser. "And this." Two studded bracelets followed. And a pair of studded boots.
"Okay, I don't think everything needs to be studded--"
--And a choker was tossed onto the pile as well.
"Okay, I really don't think I'll be wearing--"
--And another item was thrown onto the pile.
"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH!" Rarity barked. But she quickly caught herself, blushing harshly. "Sorry..."
"I don't know, Rarity, I think Lemon might be onto something," Sunny thought. "With the remains of hair that I can work with, I think I might be able to transform all of this... into an awesome mohawk."
Rarity blinked with a wide-eyed expression. "Um, I'm not sure..."
"Rarity, I know it's not the first choice, but honestly, I think I can make it look awesome. In fact, there's this girl I know all the way from Africa who wears a mohawk, very cool. A little weird about the rhyming all the time, but she rocks a mean mohawk," Sunny smiled.
"Well... I don't know, there's another girl at my school who wears a mohawk," Rarity remembered. "She's British too, I don't want to be claimed a copycat," she whispered with fear.
"Well, look at it this way. You're shining from the inside out," Sunny Flare offered. "And you're reviving your old self by bringing out a cool new look. How's that?"
Rarity still wasn't sure. "I don't know..."
"Look, let me just give a shot, please?" Sunny begged.
"Alright, well, I suppose there's no other option... do it."
Straight away, Sunny Flare went to work. She zipped and zoomed around Rarity with intense speed. Almost on par with Pinkie Pie, or even herself when she tried applying makeup to Applejack one time (which she ended up removing all of it out of AJ's own tastes). Hairspray was sprayed, small snips and cuts with scissors were done properly, a few cans of hair color were sprayed as well--
--until Sunny stopped midway to take a quick swig of her coffee--
--And then more colors sprayed, some gel, some lotions, she had just about everything she needed to make her look complete. When the hair was complete, Rarity grabbed the clothes Lemon had tossed at her, and slipped behind a changing screen, putting on the fresh set of clothes. Hesitantly, she stepped out, revealing the completed look to the two Crystal Prep girls. Both of which looked at Rarity with shock, awe, and amazement.
"I think we got a winner here," Lemon grinned with an excited squeak.
"H-How do I look?" Rarity asked, unsure, trying to give a small smile.
"Rarity, you look awesome. You look like a completely new person!" Sunny smiled. "Here."
Sunny and Lemon pushed a full body mirror in front of her so Rarity could get a complete look. When Rarity saw her final look, she was astonished. Her head turned, and she spun herself around in a circle just to see herself completely.
"Girls, I know I was hesitant at first, but... I really do look quite fetching!"
"You do!" Lemon grinned. "You look like a rockstar!"
"Girls, I cannot thank you enough, thank you, thank you!" Rarity excitedly squeed.
"So what are we waiting for? Lets go to CHS! We've got Friendship Games to compete in!"