Sweetie Belle arrived at school with her friends, like she did everyday.
She walked into class, she listened to lectures, she switched classrooms, listened to other lectures, and did that over and over again, like she did everyday, all the time scanning the hallways for Cosmic Flash.
She didn't really talk to anyone, she just passed thought the hallways like a ghost. She might as well be a ghost, what was the point of living anyway?
Down the hallways. Up the stairs. Into the locker. Down the hallways. Up the stairs. Into the locker.
This wasn't life. This was a machine.
And then the sweet release of lunch.
Sweetie Belle didn't sit with her friends today, she found a table in the corner and sat down for her hour of freedom.
She poked a hole in her juice box, and dug into her daisies, but it wasn't until she was halfway done that she realized Cosmic was sitting two tables away from her, in the other corner.
She put her head up and looked at him.
His head was in a book, every minute or two he flipped a page.
He was alone, too.
She put her head back down, and felt a wave of tears coming on, she held them back.
What am I doing? He's right there. She thought.
She got up with her lunch tray, took a deep breath, and walked over to Cosmic's table.
"Hi, I'm Sweetie Belle, are you Cosmic Flash?" Sweetie said.
Cosmic put down his book. "Yes, I am. Hi Sweetie Belle."
Sweetie Belle blushed, and the butterflies were set free to fly around in her stomach.
Sweetie sat down and continued her lunch with Cosmic.
And it didn't matter to her that Cosmic was fourteen she was about to be twelve.
It really didn't.
The only thing that mattered was that she was sitting down having a conversation with the teal-maned stranger, the one who haunted her dreams, the one who knocked on her window.
***
Apparently, Cosmic and her had a lot in common.
They both loved reading, and most gaming, they were both computer nerds, and both didn't have their cutie mark.
The rest of the day, Sweetie Belle was floating, she was so happy. She was mostly surprised that she worked up the courage to talk to Cosmic.
It wasn't until everypony was going home that Sweetie's happiness died.
That was the last lunch she'd ever have in this school.
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