Sunlight was streaming through Rarity's open window, signaling her that her alarm would go off soon. She didn't want to wake up just yet, though, she was having quite a wonderful dream about a certain young dragon...
She rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the sun's natural alarm clock.
"Oh, Spike, thank you for the barbecue, however, you don't think you're using just a BIT too much fire?"
"Fire, fire..." Rarity mumbled in her sleep as smoke and it's intolerable smell wafted it's way into her bedroom. "FIRE!" Rarity yelled, throwing herself out of bed and down the stairs...
Only to find Sweetie Belle trying to cook pancakes.
Then the fire alarm went off as her alarm was ringing upstairs.
"Today is going to be a looonnngggg day...." Rarity thought out loud as she began to levitate a mop and think about the excuses she would tell the Ponyville Fire Department.
"Good Morning, Class," Mrs. Cheerilee told her students.
The day went on normally. For a while, at least. About halfway through the day, Cheerilee was giving her lecture about Pony Magic.
"Each Pony, as you may already know, has their own kind of special magic. For example, Earth Ponies are very, very strong, and have special connection with the Earth." Cheerilee begun to explain. "Pegasi can fly, of course, and are connected to the sky. They can also control the weather. And Unicorns, as we all know, can use physical magic to preform various spells and levitate objects. Any questions?" Suddenly a yellow hoof was raised.
"Yes, Apple Bloom?"
"Is Pinkie Pie's, um, Pinkie Sense and all that, Earth Pony Magic?"
"No, actually. No other is capable of doing those feats other than well, Pinkie Pie." Cheerilee chuckled to herself as she continued her speech.
Then she caught a pink hoof being raised out of the corner of her eye.
"Yes, Diamond Tiara?"
"But Mrs. Cheerilee, what about Cutie Marks?" Diamond said deviously, eyeing the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
"Well..." Cheerilee began, "A Cutie Mark is either what makes you special, your special talent, or your destiny."
"So because a Pony's Magic and their Cutie Mark is what makes them special..." Diamond said, glaring down Sweetie Belle, who was shrinking back in her seat, her face covered in her lavender and cotton candy tail. "Therefore, wouldn't that make anypony who is a blank flank and is unable to use their magic not special?"
"Not in the slightest!" Mrs. Cheerilee yelled, astonished. "And what you're doing right there isn't even subtle. This behavior is unacceptable, I will not allow this in my classroom! Diamond Tiara, you are in detention for a week."
"But Miss Cheerilee..."
"No buts, young lady, that kind of behavior is not acceptable in any way!"
After Diamond was scolded, she kept her mouth shut, and Sweetie Belle tried to concentrate. But she couldn't. Diamond's words echoed in her head.
Not special, not special, not special!
Diamond was right, Sweetie Belle thought, I'm not special. I am a useless pony.