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// 1 - Filly's play 
// Story: Sunset's light 
// by littletea10 
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	A classroom is empty, shining the morning sun through the windows. A teacher lay in the classroom, standing on the fluffy cloud floor. "It's almost time..." she muttered. The wind blew into the room, ruffling her mane. She uses her feathery wings to straighten it out. Then, a loud bell rings throughout the school. With in a few seconds, a string of fillies gallop into the once quiet room. The teacher's mane is ruffled yet more by the fillies running into her room. All of the ponies are carrying bags on their back and throwing them on the desks laid out. 
A few minutes pass by, and the bell rings once more. The teacher straightens her mane and tail, and says; "Okay class, lets get started. My name is Vanilla Skies, and you can call me Miss Vanilla, and you are now in 2nd or 5th grade homeroom," she coughed, and muttered something unheard. "Anypony have a question?" she asked the young crowd. A young filly then called out "Why is your mane so dang puffy?!" Miss. Vanilla gasped, "What's your name young lady?" the  white filly tapped her hoofs together, "Ti...Ti-Tiger Lily...." she muttered. Miss. Vanilla stared at Tiger Lily with a pink gaze, and wrote her name down in a notepad with her hoof. 
"Well, any more-" she was interrupted with the door being opened. A pale pink filly padded into the room. She looked around shyly, and prepared to walk to an empty desk  and Miss. Vanilla shouted "Wait! Little filly, what's your name?" 
The pink filly brought her head up, with her orange and bright pink mane shining in the sun.  "My name is Sunset Streak."
Miss Vanilla smiled "That's a nice name! What are your hobbies?"  Sunset stared at her hoofs, What is my hobby, what is my hobby?!?! she thought quickly. "Uh... uh... I think I like orange." she muttered.Well, I'm definitely screwed. The class stared at her in silence. Then the classroom broke in laughter.
"Orange?! That's not a hobby!"
"Tell us a true hobby!"
"You stupid idiot!"
Miss Vanilla took a whistle out of her pocket and blew on it very loudly. "Shame on you! I never had to use this whistle on the FIRST DAY! This is your first warning!" she shouted. Then she walked over to the teary Sunset and whispered "I'm sorry.." and slipped her a lollipop. Sunset walked to her desk and sat down. She covered her eyes with her hoofs and closed her eyes, holding in tears. Why did I humiliate myself like that?! Why did Mrs. Vanilla pressure me like that? She then listened to what Miss Vanilla was saying "... learning math and reading especially, and we will do art and science occasionally." she was explaining to the kids. Sunset got up when the word "art" was said. I love art! I should have said that instead of orange! She continued listening to her teacher. "Well, class, we are going to be doing an art project! 2rd and 5th graders, go the different sides of the room!" She watched each grade of filly go to each side of the room. I should stop crying, what will that do? At least I have something else to think about. She walked over to the 5th grade side of the room and felt some fur brush her. 	
She spun around and saw a grey mare with yellow crossed eyes. "Oh hey there, I feel sorry about what happened to you!" she said worried. "My name is Derpy Hooves, how are you?" Her eyes are throwing me off. Is she talking to me? Sunset thought. "Oh me? I'm still kinda mad about it, but it's no worry. I'll be fine..." she muttered. Derpy then stared doubtfully at her, "Well, if anything is wrong, you can-" Derpy then tripped on a chair, and rubbed her nose. Oh, with her eyes, I'm not surprised. But what was Derpy going to say? 
"Class!" Miss Vanilla called, "Lets start off this school year with a drawing of whatever you want! I'll pass out the paper. If you can, use teamwork!" she called. She passed out the paper, and Sunset sat down at a chair. She imagined many bright colors together, like orange, pink, black, and yellow. She scribbled many types of orange, and pink onto a paper, and drew black around it. She galloped up to her teacher and said cheerfully "Here, this is my paper!"
Miss Vanilla took a close look at the paper, and looked up to the happy Sunset., with a confused tone she said, "What is this, sweetie?" 
Sunset blinked, "It's the sky!"
"I'm pretty sure the sky is blue."
"Why can't the sky be orange?"
Miss Vanilla thought for a moment, "I don't know."
"Well, the sky can be orange if I want then!"
Sunset ran off, and Miss Vanilla smiled. What a kid. She's creative, isn't she?


When Sunset talks to Derpy