Pastel was in class, whizzing through the test like it was nothing. Finally, time was up. They all handed in their tests, and sat down in their seats. The teacher started droning on about some information about history that would not benefit anyone today unless they liked it. Then Pastel heard a sound. It sounded like singing.
Singing.
Singing. In the hallway.
Pastel head desked. The teacher rubbed her forehead in annoyance because all the students were looking out the door at Twilight singing. "Fleur, can you please go shut the blinds on the door."
Fleur got up and pulled down the blinds. They couldn't see the purple person, but they heard her.
In every class my grade's the best, the highest score on every test.
Yeah, right.
The bell rang. There was an abnormally long break at this time of day. Pastel met up with Kitten Feather in the main hall.
Unfortunately, this was not the best choice, because Twilight was on her way to the principal's office. Still singing. A rule at Crystal Prep Academy was that you must always look at Twilight with a scowl every time you see her, so Pastel and Kitten both made annoyed faces as Twilight passed. She was obviously hurt, because she flinched under the stare of Pastel's angry eyes.
They only dream of winning, look at me like something's wrong...
Pastel shouted, "We aren't looking at you for no reason. Can you not tell that you are singing about your insecurities out in a school hallway? Of course people are going to think that you are weird!"
Obviously Twilight didn't hear the multicolored-hair girl, because she went over to the staircase, singing her silly song. Pastel rolled her eyes.
Kitten looked at the singing purple person with a cynical face. "You have to admit that you're weird." She had never said that to someone in her life.
Right before they had to get on the bus, Pastel and Sugarcoat spoke in light tones.
"So how did you get a part in these games?" Sugarcoat asked.
Pastel put one hand on her hip."It's kind of a long story. Basically, I told Principal Cinch that she would-" She made quotes with her fingers. "Improve her school's reputation if we could be in a version of the movie. So basically, I had to persuade Cinch."
Sugarcoat folded her arms with a smirk and nodded. "That doesn't seem like a very hard thing to do. You just have to talk about keeping a reputation, or improving a reputation, or her Crystal preputation." She also made finger quotes as she said each example.
Pastel looked over at the Crystal Prep buses. "Seems like this is where I have to get on. I can catch up with you in a little bit."
The two girls high zeroed each other, and Sugarcoat rubbed her numb hand for a moment after before she waved with a corner of her mouth curled into a smile.
Pastel sat in the back of the bus, as usual. Deep down, she was jumping around like Lemon Zest after going to one of those buffets that did ice cream. (Lemon did that once. It was not pretty.) However, she was effectively hiding her enthusiasm with a perfect poker face.
Pretty soon, Cracker Curl skipped down the isle with her curly hair blowing lightly behind her. She plopped down in the seat next to Pastel.
"I don't get this school. Seriously, I don't understand why the students here are so uptight all the time. I mean really, have some fun for-" She was cut off by Pastel's face. "Is this school rubbing off on you?" she asked.
Pastel shook her head wildly and snapped out of her poker face. "No, I'm actually pumped for the Games, but I thought I would just fit in better if I didn't show much enthusiasm. But of course, I can show it around you."
Cracker nodded. "Thank goodness Twilight isn't taking this bus. Can you imagine it? Did you hear her singing in the hall earlier?"
Pastel felt guilty, realization dawning on her. Sugarcoat was on the same bus as Twilight. She cleared her throat. "It would be hard to hear any more singing from Twilight. I just feel weird because Sugarcoat is taking the same bus as her..."
The sound of hands hitting faces echoed through the bus as half the students facepalmed.