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// day 1: Auradon prep (Sunset POV) 
// Story: space between 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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“Oh,” said the purple haired girl. “Mal. Maleficent’s daughter.This is Evie, Evil Queen’s daughter, Carlos, Cruella de Vil’s son and Jay, Jafar’s son. Who are your parents?”

“Mine?” I asked. “I’m an orphan. We, RD and I, are from another world. We’re from the world of humans. And I am from Equestria, the land of ponies.”

“And you, Rainbow?” asked Evie, speaking for the first time. “Who are your parents?”

“Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles,” replied Rainbow Dash. 

“Boys,” said Mal. “Greedy little beggars, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash. “My oldest friend, Fluttershy, has a brother called Zephyr Breeze. He drinks and smokes. He’s such an idiot. He has a crush on me. But I hate him. I’m attracted to...”

“To what, Rainbow Dash?” asked Evie. 

“Doesn’t matter,” said Rainbow Dash.  “Oops, there goes a message. Sunset, your diary is glowing!”

I looked up. “Oh.” I said. I opened the journal. In neat cursive handwriting, Twilight had written another message.

“She says that we(Dash and I) will only be at Auradon Prep until we turn 18. Or we do something awesomely good to make up for our actions.”

“AWESOME!” cried Rainbow Dash. “SO COOL!”

I rolled my eyes. “She thinks everything is awesome and has to be 20% cooler etc. Here, let me show you something awesome that Twilight sent me.”



“That’s ponying up,” I explained. “That’s when I wasn’t angry. Twilight filmed all this and sent it to me.”

“I see,” said Carlos. “We never had anything like it at home. I have to wash my mom’s feet.”

“Ew!” I said. “That’s horrible.”

“I have to steal from people,” piped up Jay. “My father expects me to.”

“Well, maybe we can help you,” suggested Rainbow Dash. “We may have done bad things, but Sunset and I have both experienced friendship. She’s the element of Empathy and I am the element of loyalty.”

“I see,” said Mal. “But I don’t want to be good. Cause...”

“WE’RE ROTTEN TO THE CORE!” chorused the 4 friends. 

The 4 friends burst into song, Rotten to the Core. 


“I’ll say,” I said. “I used to be a schemer. So I can relate to that. I was a high school bully.”

“Friends?” asked Mal. 

I nodded. “Friends forever.”