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// Chapter 9 
// Story: Music And Love 
// by NightmareAngel 
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A loud knock at the door pulls Sunset away from her maths homework
"Last day as my slave, little sis!" Starry says from the door with an evil grin before waltzing back out.
"What're you planning Starry?" Sunset mutters before grabbing a book from under her bed. 
Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle she writes.
My brother is an asshole.
That is all.
Yours,
Sunset Shimmer.
She doesn't 
even get a chance to open up her maths book again before the book is glowing and vibrating. 
Dear Sunset
Want to trade?
Shining can be great but sometimes he just does the most annoying things.
Once when I was younger mother asked him to keep an eye on me.
He lifted me into a tree to keep me out of his way so he could play some geek game.
Yours,
Twilight Sparkle.
Sunset laughs and snaps the book closed, hiding it back under her bed. She gets comfortable and opens her maths book when her mother calls for her.
"Aaaaaaaaagh! Whaaaaaaaat?!" she rolls out of bed and whimpers into the floor before dragging herself up and padding into the hallway. Rainbow Dash and Applejack make their way into her room.
"Oh shit." she slams her face into the wall beside her door, annoyed that she had completely forgotten she had invited the girls over for a writing session.
"Language Miss Shimmer." Starry says. Sunset turns around to see her brother stood there, his hands behind his back and a sweet smile on his face.
"What do you want." she says with a sigh.
"Our dear darling mother asked me to polish the silver wear ready for when granny and grandpa come over. She wants it done in an hour. Oh and my shoes need cleaning, you have half an hour." He hands her a box full of the silver wear and his muddy football trainers along with some polish and a cloth. 


The clock strikes midnight and Sunset sighs in relief. She is finally free from her brother. She finally opens up her maths book when a yawn escapes her mouth.
"Are you fucking kidding me." She mutters. With a sigh she lays down and instead just thinks about the maths problems she has to solve. Her mind begins to wander and lands on a small bottle. A small bottle of pills hidden in the bottom of her sock draw, full of Ritalin prescribed to her years ago to keep her awake during class. She scrambles out of bed and looks for the bottle. Two small pills lie in the bottom and she shakes them out into her hand. With a deep nervous breath she pops them in her mouth and swallows before scrambling back into bed to complete her work.