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// School! 
// Story: Love Until Dusk 
// by MyLittleGeneration 
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	Well, here we go. Alarm clock goes off, beeping and buzzing, trying to get my attention. How lovely the noise was. I really wanted it to stop... But it won't until I hit the button... There! The alarm goes off, and I get up. In my blue boxers, I switched quickly into my average clothes. A white, buttoned shirt, and some blue jeans. Average, classy Joe here. Sonata, she was just in her literal usual. In the same clothes as last time. Maybe I should get her some clothes, like from Rarity or something. She's like her size, maybe hand-me-downs? I don't know, let's get off the subject. 

She laid on the soft and comfortable couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. By god, she slept like a baby. She then immediately jumped as I made a squeak from walking. She crashed on the floor on her face, but she got up with a thumbs-up. "I'm OK!" she said. I nodded to her, smiling at me. I walked to the cabinet, grabbing a box of Fruity Loops, and poured a bowl of cereal. Same for Sonata. We both ate our bowls of cereal while waiting for the time when we hop on the bus. Oh but the bus, grrrrr. I hated the bus. Back was full of stuck-up jerks, trying to be cool. Even though they aren't. They sometimes joked about my geekiness, but you know what? I don't give a darn. But we waited, and while waiting, I brush my teeth, and Sonata does the same with her toothbrush I bought for her. 

Sonata then asked over and over when the time to go is. I was feeling like my mother whenever I asked for the same when we were going on trips when I was little. But finally, the time to go is now. I grab my backpack, Sonata grabs hers, and we head out, walking towards the stop.

She nudged my shoulder with hers. "How's the bus?" she asked. "Is it bad, cause I have a feeling it is. Unless it ain't. That'll be great."

I sighed. "It ain't all that great." I answered. "But trust me, stay away from the back, and we'll be fine."

She tilted her head, confused in some manner. "What's going on in the back? Big, stuck-up, no-good meanies?"

I smirked. "Ya. Big meanies." I told her. It actually felt pretty funny to say that. Might be a little... immature, but it still kinda felt nice and funny to say out loud. "They aren't cool, even if you think they are. You'll get it all in your head."

"Well, you said it yourself that they aren't, so I'll take your word. For realzies, my man." she said. She then did a strange action: she clenched her fist, and aimed it to make a 'bro fist' or whatever they call it. I look at it strangely, then connect the bro fist. She then made an explosion noise, slowing moving her hand away, in such a cute fashion. She giggled afterwards. Hehe... awkward...

But, we waited as the bus took it's merry way to our stop. As it finally came, I got on the bus, soon looking for a seat. Some people on this bus only want to sit by themselves, and I hate it. But, lucky me, or us I should say. There was a vacant seat where the two of us can sit. I walk over to the seat, and Sonata sits next to me, then grabbing her ponytail then blushing slightly pink. I know it was pretty odd to sit next to a boy on the bus as a girl. I kinda did the same this one time when this stuck-up jerk popular girl sat next to me. I hated her stupidity with all my passion. A fiery passion.

But, here we go. As we being driven to the high school, we walk up to the front of the school. As Sonata stared in awe, as if she was never here before, and like as if she was staring at one of the seven wonders, she walked by my side. But guess what happened along the way? Their were kids, staring at Sonata with glaring eyes. Sonata started to hide in her hood, but I tapped her shoulder. "It's alright. Ignore them." I whispered to her ear. She did as I told, and took the hoodie off, exposing her face again. She then ignored the kids, too. We soon then walk in the first class: Science.

As the teacher was about to begin class, I looked at my seat. I looked at the seat next to it: vacant. Guess my partner was absent today. Good. I hated her and her mint gum-chewing habits. But as I sat down, Sonata seemed to get worried about where to sit. "Where do I sit?" she whispered in my ear. "OR do I just stand like a weird person?" I looked around, seeing that the missing seat next to me could be aloud for her. I mean, the other seats, the person next to it were not so smart and friendly, though they may look like that. Trust me, I look at them closely.

But then the teacher came by. "Dusk Shine," my teacher asks. Her name was Mrs. Knickers. "Who is this young damsel? Why is she here?"

Sonata stuttered trying to find words. "I-I-I-I" she stumbled. I elbowed her waist really quick to make her snap out of it like slapping a private in WW2 times. "Sonata Dusk! I'm a new student!" She lended her hand out for a handshake, which Knickers shakes. She was a nice teacher. They all pretty much are. If they get mad, it's cause of student idioticy. "So... where can I sit?" she then asks.

Mrs. Knickers looked around. "Well..." she started to say. "Actually, Shine, I kinda saw that you had problems with your partner I heard." I nod. Proudly nod. "Yes, I've seen she isn't the best for you, considering she really isn't that nice to you by the looks. Well... how about this dear sits next to you?" she asks. OK, the way she said 'dear' made my heart pump a little fast.

"S-sure. She's a good friend, afterall." I told her. With that, Mrs. Knickers makes a change to her 1st period seating chart, and makes the new student, Sonata, sit next to me.

As Sonata sat next to me, she gave me a thumbs up. "Thanks, Shine." she said. "I don't seem to feel nice sitting next to those other guys." I looked back, seeing the kids just glare at me, pretty certain because I had Sonata sitting next to me. But they can suck it. "But hey, you're a good guy, and good guys are always, well, good!" She punches my shoulder, and laughs. Heh, she might be a great partner for being a friend, but might not be the bright partner. I gulped at the sound of that.

Class began, and the teacher introduced Sonata Dusk to the class. The class was quiet and didn't really say the warm "hi" to her. The teacher then took some notice that the girl I introduced was a part of the Dazzlings. Oh good. But, she continued, and turned to our lesson. As we were studying the science of chemistry, it seemed to me that Sonata got it. Half of it. Thank God the important stuff. So when we turn to a little chemistry experiment, we go straight in. As a master at this stuff, I try to get Sonata through on how to NOT turn one of us into Two-Face.

"So, you hold this and move it here." I instructed Sonata, who was doing as followed. She was doing a decent job at it. As she did what I told, she wasn't doing bad for a beginner. I mean, she was close to breaking a vial of some chemical that could blow up disasterously and make a riot in the class, but she did fine.

Science zoomed by quick, so did the other classes. In the other classes, history, math, whatever, she usually sat close to me, but wasn't like my side partner or whatnots. But with the classes passing by, the day went fast. Well, except for the one class. Choir. The class Sonata DOESN'T wanna go into. With all her passion. Her voice was still bad, and she was scared that if she sang, everyone would hear it and make a classic out of it, or basically another way of saying make fun of it. That's the one last thing Sonata wanted in school, as she even told me herself.

"I REALLY don't have to take choir class, do I?" she asks. "I mean, certainly, hehe, there m-must be a class I can join."

I shook my head slowly. "Sorry, Sonata." I said to her. "This is the last period. We can just get through this like a quickie, like the other periods. Nothing bad will happen." As she looked down at the floor, showing her reflection, I lifted her head up by using my finger and raised it under her chin. "You'll do just fine. Negativity will just make it worse."

She nodded, and walked into the choir room with me. She looked around at the room full of girls. Well, I wasn't the only guy, there was another dude in the class, but he doesn't like me (of course, he doesn't). Sonata took a look, and by the way her face seemed to be, she looked like she saw the girls as possibly bratty and rude. But, as they way they looked, looks don't make up a character. They were actually pretty sweet and nice, and might like Sonata one of these days. Now, maybe not. Considering they (barely) glared at Sonata, and Sonata took those glares and kept it in her mind. I really hope Sonata can hold it together here.

Then, Mrs. Pitch came in. If you haven't guessed immediately, she was our choir teacher. She looked at the class, but noticed something added to it. Boy, wonder who it could be? Obviously, Sonata, a person whom the teachers knew was a Dazzling. You know, one of the girls who tried to take over the school by singing? But she wasn't apart of that anymore, but people still take it as if she's gonna be going on a comeback! Pretty much some students thought I was "under her control" forever. *sigh* 

But Mrs. Pitch walked up to her, and asked me who she was. It pretty much went the same way Mrs. Knickers asked me, and I just answer her in the same way. But what was different about this part, was when Mrs. Pitch asked Sonata the worst question possible to her. "Can you please sing for us, Ms. Dusk?" 

Sonata had a shattered look on her face. She got nervous real quick. It seemed to her now that she was like the center of attention here, when really she kinda wasn't, since some of the class was wanting to hear her sing as a debuting member of our choir. Sonata didn't know what to say. "Uh..." she trailed off right when she said words. "I-uh, do I have to sing?" Sonata chuckled nervously.

"I have to say, Sonata isn't really-" I tried to say some words just to get Mrs. Pitch away from having Sonata sing, but Mrs. Pitch interrupted me.

"This is Sonata's question, not yours, Mr. Shine." she told me. So I zipped my lip to avoid further trouble. Trouble is the thing I absolutely hated in my life. But Sonata... if she sang and the girls looked at her and perhaps tried to hide giggling and laughter due to her bad singing, she'll break. She'll feel alone, neglected, and worse, a joke. Please... don't make her sing. For the best of her...

Sonata kept quiet a little longer, then answered to her. "I don't think it'll be necessary, Mrs. Pitch. I'm n-not the solo kind, you know? I'm better off singing WITH people, yeah?" She smiled, and tried to make Mrs. Pitch get off the topic of making her sing. Hopefully it works. And it did.

"Alright then, Ms. Dusk." she said. "I suppose you can get out of this one, I suppose. Saddens me how you don't wanna sing to me. But don't worry if you're shy, cause you won't be afraid. Pass it on, my dear." Sonata smiled happily. Those words seemed to make Sonata happy. It kinda shocked her to realizing she was looking up to those words. She told her that she won't be afraid of singing publicly to an audience, or pretty much won't have stage fright no longer.

'Is that true?' she thought to herself. I kinda judged what she was thinking by looking at the expression on her face (I'm good at that). 'Maybe... maybe I will get better!' With that, she seemed like a giddy and happy girl during class. During our little singing sections, Sonata sang. Though her voice was bad, it was blended in very greatly, surprisingly. Just like I told her. Even though at times you can hear a little crack in the singing, it seemed that nobody noticed. Sonata felt passionate in the class, now. 

The day ends after another song, and me and Sonata are bunched together, due to the fact the crowd sucks. Always shuffling and not caring about the poor people treading nicely through the hallway. Such as us, you can say. We bump into the people, thinking we're in a rush. Oh, how ironic and funny that was. We made it to the buses finally, and pick the vacant seat. Me and Sonata sit next to each other, then we rested after a big day. School went by quick, but a lot has happened. Especially for Sonata.

"School seems... fun." Sonata noted.

"It is, trust me." I told her. Then we finally got home once the bus dropped us off.