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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Different Year, Different Friends 
// by NightmareAngel 
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"Sweetie Belle! Please could you and your friends help me down here for a moment." Rarity called upstairs to her sister. The three fillies dropped their glossy fashion magazines and trotted downstairs to the shop. Rarity instantly dragged them onto the raised platform in the middle of the room and placed a large hat onto each of their heads. She started sticking feathers into the hats while the three friends stood still, excited to help. The door swung open and two mares walked in. 
"Oh my gosh, that's Octavia Melody!" Sweetie Belle whispered. The three fillies watched as the cellist and Rarity hunted for a suitable gown for her blue haired friend DJ Pon-3. 
"Oh yes, I think this one is perfect." Rarity said, circling round a sparkly black dress. 
"I don't like it, it's too tight." The DJ complained, making Octavia sigh at the three young girls giggle. 
"Vinyl it's meant to be tight, that's the point of it. We'll take it." Octavia smiles gratefully at Rarity and hands over the right amount of money. 
"300 bits Tavi, that's crazy. It's just a dress! Why do I have to go to this gala anyway." the two argued as the walked out of the door. Rarity returned to the hats, making a few last alterations before squealing. 
"They're perfect!" She lifted the three hats with her magic and placed them carefully into a box. 
"Rarity can we have dresses like the one those mares just bought?" Sweetie Belle asked. Rarity went rummaging through a box and pulled out three sparkly black dresses. 
"Here you go girls, these should fit you. They were supposed to be much bigger than that but I ran out of material and made them too small and had to scrap them." The three girls grabbed a dress each and ran up to Raritys room to apply some makeup and style their manes. 
"How do I look?" Sweetie Belle asks, checking herself out in the mirror. 
"Almost as good as me." Diamond Tiara states, joining her by the mirror. 
"But neither oh you look as good as me." Silver Spoon says. The three best friends laugh happily and sing their little song. 
"Bump, bump, sugar lump, rump!" they laugh happily.