After the final bell rang for the day, Logan packed his bags and was about to head home.
"And don't forget to complete the worksheets," said the math teacher. Cranky Doodle. Logan groaned a little. Math was not his best subject, especially logarithims. He left the classroom and saw Sunset coming towards him.
"Sunset, I know I said I'll help you but I really gotta get back home. My parents will suspect something if I don't." He smiled nervously.
"It's alright, I understand." Sunset smiled.
"Well It was great meeting you, Sunset. I'll see you around."
"Cya," Sunset said and Logan left. After he did Sunset wasted no time heading out the doors herself.
Sunset made her way to the Sweet Shoppe. She remembered she left her journal in there. She hoped the cakes still had it and no one took it. When she finally made her way to the cafe, she went inside and saw Mrs. Cake at the front counter.
"Hello, Sunset Dear. How may I help you?" Mrs. Cake asked. She had pink and purple hair, a yellow short sleeved collared shirt, work pants and a white apron with cupcakes on it.
"Hi, I was wondering if you'd seen something like a book around here?" Sunset said hoping it was still here. Mrs. Cake nodded.
"Of course dear, I didn't know what to do with it so I decided to keep it for safekeeping." Mrs. Cake explained. "Is it yours?"
Sunset nodded. "It has my name on the first page." she told her. She showed her the proof and Mrs. Cake handed over the book. "Thanks." Sunset said. She then noticed the the woman's face seemed to fade.
"You know, you haven't really talked to your friends lately." she said. The word "friends" sent a gloomy feeling through Sunset.
"W-we had a bit of a falling out," Sunset stammered. She can feel her eyes tear up.
Mrs. Cake noticed.
"If you don't want to talk about it I more than understand," she told her. "I just hope whatever happened between you and those girls can work out one day."
"yeah....one day," Sunset muttered. She quickly left the cafe and sat down against the alleyway of Sweete Shoppe. She took out a pen and began to write.
Dear Princess Twilight,
It's hopeless. I'm sorry but when I tried to convince them that I was innocent and I saw them as family Sunset felt her eyes leak tears as she continued to write. THEY ATTACKED ME. After all we've been through, they threw me away like I never meant anything to them! Sunset was sobbing hard at this point, but she still wrote. I saw them as family! But they never cared about me did they?! I thought real friends were supposed to give eachother chances, but I guess I was worth so little to them. They only agreed to be my my friend at your expense and now they're using this Anon a Miss excuse to cast me out. Maybe I'm not cut out for this whole friendship thing. But at least I got to meet a new student today. Unlike my "friends" he actually believes me gave me the benefit of the doubt. Right now, he's the only true friend I have besides you. I'm sorry I failed you.
-Sunset Shimmer. Sunset closed the book and continued to cry.
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"Hey, Sweetie. How was your first day?" Abigail asked as her son walked through the front door.
"It was fine..." Logan answered. He told her how he went to all of his classes and met new people. He didn't tell her about what issue was going on though.
"That's very great!" She said joyfully. "I bet you had fun, didn't you?" Logan nodded. He looked around.
"Where's Dad?" he asked.
"Oh, your father called and told me he was staying late for tonight so you probably won't see him for awhile." Abigail replied. Logan took his backpack up to his room and settled it down onto the desk. He looked at his homework. Math sheet problems, a history reading assigment, He decided to get his worst subject out of the way first. He took out his caculator and his math problems and began to do them.
After about thirty to thirty-five minutes, he was done. Not sure, if this is all right, but at least I got it done. God I hate logarithims so much. When will we ever use these? Then he moved on to history. The reading he had to do was a big chunk but still went by a lot faster. His reading assigment for history was on the topic of The founding fathers of Canterlot. As he was about done with his homework, he heard a knock on his door and his mother's voice.
"Dinner's almost ready!" she called out.
"Ok, Mom! Be right there!" he quickly left the room and came down into the kitchen. Abigail had cooked steak and stuffed mushrooms for dinner. Logan had set the table for both of them and ate.
"Thanks, Mom. It's really good!" he said as he took a drink of water.
"It's no problem, sweetheart." Abigail smiled. "So tell me did you make any new friends?"
Logan nodded.
"yeah, this one girl she showed me around. She was like really nice. Almost reminds me of Chloe if I'm being honest."
"Really? Well that's nice!" Abigail commented.
After they got done eating. Logan did they dishes and dried them. He looked at the clock and saw it was half past 11. He decided to turn in for the night. He went upstairs and brushed his teeth. He told his mom goodnight before heading to bed. A brand new day tomorrow