I, Twilight Sparkle, am praised to be one of the most attentive students in the class. With eight and more student of the month awards, and a gold and silver medals in the talent show, I can see why.
And holy crud, that pink mare's backpack is big!
Behind one of the tallest stallions I've ever seen (he honestly could be a horse with how big he is), the pink mare sets down her saddlebags next to her, one side moderately filled with books and pencils and pens, the other chock-full with Celestia-knows-what. On her saddlebags, I recognize the symbol, and her cutie mark. I've seen it multiple times on billboards, with announcements like homecoming parties, birthday parties for the principal and staff... wow. Come to mention it, all the announcements were about parties.
I smile. This couldn't be anypony else but that Pinkie Pie everypony is talking about. And not necessarily bad word, either. She was praised just as well as I from teachers. Though it does seem that our teacher started sweating when she called out her name. I don't know, but she pulls out her binder and books from the smaller saddlebag, humming a tune I'm not familiar with. Something in D major... starting on F sharp... that's all I really know, from what Octavia and studies have shown me.
I turn to look at the blackboard as my name is called, one of the very last ones in this class period. I raise my hoof high into the air and call out, "Here!" I set my hoof down on the desk, its definitely-not-oak wood top covered in my organized stations. Pencils and pens in the top left, books in the bottom right (because of the new Daring Do), and erasers and whiteout in the top left.
And. One. Of. The. Pencils. Is. Out. Of. Line.
I adjust my focus to that pencil, making sure to have it exactly 2.564 centimeters away from the others. That's when something catches my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a huge reddish brown bulge come into existence on her desk. I mistakenly take a glance at her desk, and that's when I saw a whole shelf of dirt, vinegar and baking soda, and water.
My jaw drops. She was able to smuggle all that... inside? I think, feeling my wings start to prop up. Taking a deep breath, I try to focus up front, but it felt like I was trying to tear apart elastic. Her hooves are moving fast, faster than my eyes can follow. She sprays water on the red clay, builds a mound and starts again.
"Ms. Sparkle."
I jump two hundred feet from my seat. The teacher had already written down logarithms, how to figure them out, etc. I snap my jaw back up, resting my wings. "Yes, ma'am?"
"In a logarithm of 'a' to twenty five, which is equal to 2, what does 'a' equal?" She cocks an eyebrow.
I sigh for relief. Easy. "'A' equals five, ma'am."
She raises her other eyebrow. "Typical for Twilight Sparkle. But the working grade isn't the only one. Pay attention from now on, all right?"
A drop of sweat traces down my brow. "Yes, ma'am."
She nods, and turns back to the board. "Right then... now..."
I sigh for relief again, jotting down notes just out of pure habit, my script a little jagged than usual. Don't worry Twilight, I tell myself, nothing that will hurt you in the long run... just calm down... don't even think about Pinkie. I do well for about half an hour, ignoring the movement in my peripheral vision. Whatever she does, I will not give in. I won't get distracted agai—
Fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
I whip my head to the left, wondering what the heck that noise was. There, a model volcano stands, red and tipped with something that looked vaguely like powdered sugar. Coming from the brim, foam had leaked out, quickly falling down the sides. I smile meanly. Ha, I think, there's no way that she'll get away with... er... That's when I notice a wall forming tracing the shape of the foot. My face goes slack. No.
"Ms. Twilight Sparkle!"
I swear under my breath. "Yes, ma'am."
"Forget about starting at honors citizenship. Satisfactory is what you get."
I sigh, my shoulders slumping. "Yes, ma'am..."
"Stop that crap from now on, okay?"
I nod, and swear under my breath again, putting my head in my hooves. I really screwed up this time around. My eyebrows meet each other. I will get you back, you master of killing time...
"Twilight Sparkle!"