"UGH!" Sweetie Belle cried angrily, face-planting on the desk she was sitting at.
"What's the matter, Sweetie Belle?" Rarity asked, trotting down the stairs and into the room.
"It's this dumb homework I have to do!" the filly yelled, gesturing to the worksheet in front of her, "It's just too hard."
"Oh, come now, Sweetie Belle, I'm sure I can help you," Rarity stated with a smile, walking over to the table, "I'm sure it can't be that hard."
Her smile melted into a look of horror when she saw that the sheet had multiple questions on algebra and calculus.
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Once they were outside, Rarity squeezed Spike and fire shot out of his mouth onto the paper like a flamethrower as Sweetie Belle watched.
"It's alright, Sweetie. It can't hurt you anymore." Rarity whispered dramatically.