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// Who Are You? 
// Story: Twilight? 
// by MLP Fangirl 
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Twilight's P.O.V

Ugh, these Friendship Games are pointless. I mean, seriously, do they really think that a bunch of Olympic-type events are going to unify our two rivaling schools? We don't get along to begin with. I doubt these games are going to change that.

Well, it's not all bad, I guess. With CHS hosting the Games this year, I'll have plenty of time to investigate the bizarre activity I've been detecting here.

I don't know what in the world is going on here, but there is something...supernatural going on in this school. I can't explain it, but there is definitely something not kosher here. And, I'm going to find out what it is.

I fixed my falling bun, getting it back to its neat state. I want to look presentable when conducting scientific research. I look down at the device in my hands, the readings are increasing by the minute. I must be getting close.

I turn a corner, my feet moving on their own accord as I keep my eyes focused on my tracking gadget, a rather fine piece of technology I crafted in about an hour, if I may boast.

I smile as the energy readings continue to spike higher. I'm getting close. I can feel it. 

But, sadly, I can't be looking ahead if I'm looking down.

I collide against something hard, falling to the ground. I rub my head, feeling the lack of my glasses on my face. I feel around trying to locate them. I hate people with twenty-twenty vision.

"Oh, sorry." I hear a masculine voice apologize. I've bumped into a boy. Way to go, Twilight. This is just what I need. But, I wouldn't have bumped into him if I had been paying attention. Guess I'm to blame for this collision.

"No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." I finally locate my glasses. I really should consider getting contacts. I look up to see who I've bumped into. It was a guy all right. A rather good-looking one, I must say. His hair is my favorite shade of blue. I feel a blush form on my face, especially since he appears to be staring at me.

"Twilight?" Wait, what?

"Uh, yeah, that's me." Why does everyone at this school know who I am? I've run into a few Canterlot High students, and they all seem to know me. Why?

The blue-haired teenager smiled at me, reaching down to help me off of the floor. I blush, again. This guy is good at making people blush. No boy at Crystal Prep would even give me a second look, let alone help me off the floor.

I brushed my self off. I looked at him, rubbing my arm. "Uh...thanks for that. Sorry for, uh, bumping into you." I was never very good at talking with boys, made me feel - how do you say it - uncomfortable.

He chuckled, waving a hand, "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm used to it. If I had a nickel for every time we collided, Twilight, I'd be - well, not rich, but I'd have some money." His words confuse me. "But, either way, it's good to see you again. It's always good to see you. Here for the Friendship Games I assume?"

Okay, I need some answers.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up." I place my hands on my hips. This guy knows me. I don't care how cute he is, he needs to spill. "First off, I have never seen you before in my life. How do you know who I am?"

He looks confused and somewhat concerned, as if somehow I hurt his feelings. "What? Twilight, it's me. Flash. Did you hit your head or something?" He approached me, reaching for my head.

I backed up, not wanting to let him touch me. "No, I did not. I know full well you and I have never met. So, either you're mistaking me for someone else, or you've been stalking me. I sincerely hope for your sake that it was the former."

The blue-haired boy, who I now know as Flash, scratched his head looking rather confused. "But, Twilight, you - wait, why are you wearing the CPA uniform?"

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Why do you think I'm wearing this? Do you really think I'd voluntarily wear this? "I go there, duh. It's protocol to be in uniform, even though I'd rather not."

"You...go to Crystal Prep?"

Do I detect hurt in his voice? It's like I've broken his heart or something, but how is that possible? I've never seen this guy before. I place a hand on my forehead. "Yes. Look, Flash, I'm sorry, but you obviously are confusing me with someone else. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must be going." I scurry past him quickly. "Good talking to you." I say without looking back. 

Well, that was awkward. But, I can't help but sympathize with him. Oh, well. On the investigation.

Flash's P.O.V.

I watched her run past me, feeling a terrible aching in my heart. How could she not know me? It's like she was a completely different person,

But, that's impossible. How can there be another Twilight?

The Twilight I know doesn't wear glasses and doesn't go to Crystal Prep. She's a princess in a world of ponies, not a - though I despise the term - Shadowbolt.

But, she did sound like her and looked like her, minus the glasses and stuff.

How can there be another Twilight? I don't understand it. But, one thing I do know. She's not my Twilight.

I look toward the direction she ran. I sigh, "Twilight, who are you?" Knowing there was nothing else I could do, I turned around and headed towards the gym. Hopefully, I'll get some answers, soon.