//------------------------------// // Setting the Stage // Story: Anon-A-Miss: Chaos // by CapNTilfy //------------------------------// Trixie woke up with a wide grin. Today was the day she would have her revenge! After being so humiliated by the Rainbooms in the Battle of the Bands, so vowed to make those girls pay! It was a shame that Twilight Sparkle wasn't around, but the next-best target was... Sunset Shimmer. Trixie gritted her teeth in anger. Sunset. She just had to steal the spotlight by ponying up! For the whole of Canterlot High to see! The poor illusionist would never live that down! At least her vengeance would provide some sort of consolation... Trixie eagerly ran downstairs and headed straight to the bus stop, not stopping to say good morning to her parents. She just knew that she'd be in trouble at the end of the day, but the illusionist felt the end result would be worth it. She boarded the bus, then yelped. At least, Trixie thought she yelped. She could hardly even think with all of the yelling students... And yet, she took it as a sign that the plan was running smoothly. ---------------------------------------------- Trixie arrived at Canterlot High as she continued to smile. The pure, unadulterated chaos that had taken over the halls was just the beginning. The anticipation she had built up since the planning with Wallflower had reached a boiling point, and she could hardly wait for the climax! The warning bell for the first period rang, and Trixie giddily ran to her class. ---------------------------------------------- Trixie left her first period class, thankful to be free. She couldn't focus, as all she could think about was lunch. ...Okay, she was a little hungry, but that was beside the point! That would be when everything went down. Ooooh, it was all she could think about!! The illusionist stopped in the middle of the hallway, took a deep breath, then exhaled. Okay. She was still excited, but not so excited that she'd raise suspicion. Everything was going according to plan, and she couldn't wait to see the results of her and Wallflower's efforts! The warning bell for second period rang, and Trixie hurried to her next class. ---------------------------------------------- Second period ended, and Trixie could was back to barely being able to hold in her excitement. She made a concerted effort to calm herself as she closed her eyes and sighed. Curb your enthusiasm, Trixie... curb your enthusiasm... The shouting of the students filled Trixie's ears, making it harder to focus. Fine by her, whatever kept her calm at this point. She'd take whatever she could get.... The warning bell for third period rang, and Trixie scuttled off. ---------------------------------------------- Trixie's giddiness had returned as she left her third period class, and she was too caught up in herself to pay attention to where she was going. The illusionist ran into a student. "Ack!" Trixie fell on the floor with a thud. She shook her head rapidly. "Trixie." An irritatingly familiar voice said. The illusionist looked up to see the prissy fashionista of the Rainbooms. "Rarity." She got up on her feet. "To what does the Great and Powerful Trixie owe the honor of your presence?" "Cut the act, sister." Trixie raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "You're one to talk." Rarity sighed and closed her eyes. "Be that as it may, I have a few questions for you." Trixie idly stared her fingernails. "You don't say." "On second thought, nevermind. You're not worth my time." The illusionist's jaw dropped. Her honor had been offended, and she needed it restored! "How dare you insult the Great and Powerful Trixie! She's worth all the time in the world!" "Oh, is she now," Rarity asked, wearing a look of boredom on her face. "As a member of the Rainbooms, the band that won the competition against the sirens, why would I think you worth my time? Face it, Lulamoon. You'll always be second best." That tore it. The illusionist lost her temper. "The Great and Powerful Trixie is not playing second fiddle to Wallflower!" She gasped and put her hands to her mouth. Rarity turned and smiled, tipping her hat and walking away as the warning bell for the next period rang. Trixie seethed in fury as heat rose to her face, only to realize the implications of what just happened. "Shit." Moving swiftly, she took her phone out of her pocket. Rarity got me to spill the beans. She knows you and I are working together! - Trixie Trixie ran to her next class, checking her phone every once in a while until she reached the doorway. Just stay calm. - Wallflower Blush It's not over until it's over. Trixie sighed heavily. Wallflower was right. This was just a minor setback. Thank you. - Trixie I really needed to hear that. ---------------------------------------------- Fourth period was over, and and Trixie had calmed down considerably since her outburst. She checked her phone. Hey, what are friends for? - Wallflower Blush Trixie smiled warmly. She had all the reassurance she needed, and her confidence in the day was restored. She grinned wickedly. Just one more period until lunch. She could hardly wait any longer! The warning bell for fifth period rang, and Trixie headed on over to her next class. ---------------------------------------------- Fifth period had ended, and Trixie left the classroom. It was only a matter of time now. Months of planning with Wallflower Blush had led up to this. It was exciting. It was thrilling... She almost wished she had popcorn to fully enjoy what was going to go down. The illusionist wasn't going to fool herself into thinking that this was something she'd get away with, however. She knew that what would follow would be too big for just a slap on the wrist... But she craved revenge, and nothing would stop her or Wallflower from exacting it! Trixie walked to the cafeteria, where Canterlot High history would be made. All the pieces were in place. Everything was ready. The illusionist walked inside and took a deep breath, knowing that nobody present would forget the events that were about to transpire. All Wallflower had to do was simply pull the trigger.