The First Equestria Girl

by Mani-Roar

Wondercolt of Personality: Ch. 2

Sunset practically lived in the gym this past week of school in preparation of the pep rally. Between practice, planning, and decorating she had become intimately acquainted with the simple Canterlot High gymnasium.

Today the gym was a different animal. Seeing all of the Spirit Club's hard work on display was marvelous to behold. Fancy Pants had hand painted a banner that spread across the rafters reading "Canterlot Wondercolts." It was simple and elegant much the same way that he dressed, but nonetheless impressive. Glittering spiral streamers accentuated with blue and white balloons that framed the banner drawing your eyes to it and all around the gymnasium making it look grander than it did on a normal day. Fancy also went off and designed movie style posters of white stallions cast in dynamic light and heavy shadows bucking in the air with lightning striking in the background. There was a ten foot poster for each wall of the gym with a slightly unique, although similar, pose and fantasy background. This created what Fancy referred to as "The Four Horsemen."

Derpy's baked goods were stacked high on a long table against the wall that was almost as long as the bleachers itself. It had a simple table cloth in school colors and was filled with cookies, cakes, and confectionaries that towered like mountains on crystal display racks. The biggest rack of all being the muffin display in the center. It was clear what Derpy's favorite dessert was. Sunset could attest to their quality. She had never enjoyed a muffin quite as much as the one Derpy gave her at the first club meeting. Even a simple raisin muffin could be decadent, moist, and sweet in just the right way. Proving that sometimes talent mattered more than ingredients.

The visuals were one thing, but the atmosphere was truly being set by Minuette's band. The drum core rattled off beats and paradiddles that Sunset felt being driven into her chest. A similar sensation to the rock concert, but now there were so many more drums. The brass instruments blared a hero's melody into the rafters. The sound was overwhelming and powerful. Yet, it was also refined and stylish. Sunset couldn’t help but bob her head along to the tunes she had become familiar with over the last week of rehearsals.

All of a sudden, the day of the pep rally was upon them and Sunset found herself somewhat nervous. All the planning, all the prep, she could only hope that it would mean something to the student body. Tempest held her cheerleaders at the ready. They stood in the center of the basketball court facing the bleachers. Waiting for the student body to arrive. Minuette had queued the music ahead of time to set the atmosphere for their incoming classmates. Like a machine, she directed the band with a sharp and pointed ictus. Sunset allowed the anticipation to build up inside of her along with the music. She wrestled with engaging in the excitement of the moment without succumbing to the anxiety of the prospect of failure. If she fell today, there would be no reset. She could get up and try again, but the fall would forever be a part of that performance.

The double doors of the gym burst open and the student body filed in. Most people noticed the food spread and eagerly went to grab a treat. Starting off on a good note, the students seemed content to enjoy the baked goods as they took their seats on the bleachers.

Tempest and Minuette turned to each other. The band was gathered on the stage behind the basketball court. Tempest nodded and Minuette nodded back as she signaled to the band. They cadenced the piece they were playing bringing it to an end. Minuette stood, arms at the ready, waiting for Tempest.

"3, 2… 3, 2, 1 go!" Tempest shouted. Minuette gave the down beat on the word "go" and the band came to life once more. The cheerleaders, including Sunset, moved their hips and pom poms to the beat. They chanted and danced for their fellow students. Tempest was front and center leading the charge. When the time came for Sunset to do her flying, she rushed into Flash's waiting arms. She leaped into the air with more gusto than she usually did in practice. She flew up faster and easier than even most of her good attempts. There was no flailing or panicking this time. She flawlessly got into place and stretched her pom poms wide.

"Wondercolts!" They shouted in unison, ending their cheer. The band finished their last beat and the cheerleaders stood in place for several long pregnant seconds.

Silence.

Not a single clap or cheer came from the student body. Most of them were sitting in small groups, ununified. Many of them were on their phones, not paying attention at all.

Sunset and her fellow flyers elegantly dismounted to their bases and stood together on the hardwood floor. They looked at each other with a myriad of thoughts on their faces. Disappointment, fear, embarrassment, and regret. What was the point of working so hard if this was the result? Even booing would have at least been a reaction. The girls and boys stood in the silence bombarded by crushing indifference.

Undeterred, Tempest grabbed the nearby microphone and faced the bleachers.

"Wondercolts, are you ready to show Crystal Prep what we got?" She shouted at them. She got no response except for a few sarcastic head shakes.

"Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive!" Tempest chanted and pointed the mic to the students, prompting them to join in. The cheerleaders and band members echoed her, but even their combined voices was underwhelming in the size of the gym.

"Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive." Tempest repeated, trying to add more energy and volume to compensate for the dead room. She motioned to her cheerleaders to start dancing. Sunset and the others jumped into another, simpler dance routine while echoing Tempest’s call and response.

Minuette brought the band back in. Hoping to raise the energy levels. Unfortunately, the apathy was toxic and contagious. The band played, but much quieter now. Some of the members behind the beat and dragging the tempo down. Some of them were getting slightly off tune. The cheerleader’s movements became less crisp and sharp as their faces fell to match the indifferent student body. Everyone was acting like their valium shots had just kicked in.

Except for Tempest.

"Be aggressive! Be, be aggressive!"

Her voice was strong and unwavering. She was out of place and belonged in a different setting. Another pep rally. A better one. A real one.

Sunset felt her jaw and neck muscles tighten. Anger swept over her like a sudden oil spill. All of the Spirit Club's hard work was going to waste. The time, effort, and practice. It was all for nothing. A marvelous concert fell on deaf ears. Spectacular decor went unnoticed. Only the snacks seemed to disappear, probably because they were free. None of it deserved their dedication. It was no wonder no one came back to the spirit club each year. Who could possibly go through this much of a let down and still be motivated to try?

Sunset threw her pom poms to the hardwood floor in disgust and marched over to Tempest. She snagged the microphone out of the hands of a stunned Tempest Dream.

"What is wrong with all of you?" Sunset shouted into the mic. A second of speaker feedback caused everyone in the gym to cringe from the noise. The band abruptly stopped playing and the cheerleaders stopped dancing. All eyes were centered on Sunset Shimmer.

"Why aren't you cheering and clapping with us? Why are you just sitting there as if nothing is happening at all? Is this a pep rally or a freakin' library?" Sunset had never used "library" as a pejorative before. She loved herself a good library, but now was not the time for quiet reverence and learning.

"Who cares." A voice complained from the bleachers. "We're just gonna lose." He finished as the student body grumbled in agreement. It was the first thing they had responded to thus far as a group.

"So, that's it? You’re just gonna give up? You’re just gonna wait for Crystal Prep to trample all over you?”

The crowd mumbled to themselves a bit.

"It's gonna happen either way." Someone finally said and the crowd sheepishly agreed.

"So you're just gonna watch as they do it? Without a fight? You're just gonna sit there and let them humiliate our school?"

Everyone just stared at Sunset.

"That's completely pathetic. You know that, right? And I don't want to attend a school that's pathetic." Sunset noticed that many of the students still had Derpy’s baked goods in their hands or sitting with their stuff.

“Did you enjoy the baked goods?” Sunset let her question hang in the air for a few seconds. Obviously the baked goods were the one thing that the uninterested students seemed excited about.

“Those were made with passion, love, and dedication by Derpy. Just like me, she’s only a freshman, and she already has so much talent at baking. Wouldn’t you all agree?” She paused her speech as dozens of heads nodded in agreement. Finally, some kind of reaction. Sunset took a deep breath, “You know, last week I wasn’t a cheerleader. Heck, I could barely balance myself on the ground. But now, I can fly in the air thanks to hard work, a little bit of pride in myself, and faith in my classmates. If two freshmen are capable of that, imagine what all of us together could do if we just tried.”

"What are we supposed to do? There’s nothing we can do. We’ll just get beat again.”

Sunset could see that it was the same person responding to her each time, but she hadn't been acquainted with him yet.

“So, what? You’ll continue to do nothing? Well, let me tell you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to let some stuck up prep school step onto our campus and just walk away with a win for free. I don’t care if it’s impossible. I don’t care if I’m the only one fighting back. If they wanna take this victory from us, then they’re gonna have to earn it. And I’m not giving up, not without a fight.”

Sunset knew she was being a bit dramatic as she let her emotions get the better of her.

“If you all are just gonna let Crystal Prep walk all over you, then why stop with the Friendship Games? Why not just let them into your house? Let them eat all your snacks, use your bed, and steal your stuff. If Crystal Prep owns us anyway, why not just give them everything we have? Is that what you want?”

Many of the students shook their heads. A few timid cries of “No” came out as well.

“How about instead we take everything we have and give it to them on the field? Sure, they’re probably gonna win the Friendship Games. No one here is delusional about that. But how are you gonna feel once it’s all said and done? Don’t you wanna walk off that field with pride? Do you want to go the rest of the school year, the rest of your life, knowing that you didn’t even try?”

“Look, losing sucks. I get it. But there are way worse experiences than losing. If you have to look back on this competition and remember that you didn’t even try, I promise you you’ll regret it. I know I would. That’s why I’m gonna fight. I’m gonna train. I’m going to work. And when I’m done, Crystal Prep’s not gonna know what hit ‘em.”

The students were standing now. At least Sunset had gotten them engaged somewhat. Now came the real test.

“Now, use your voices. Let them shout. Let them be heard. Who’s with me?” Sunset shouted to her peers. She closed her eyes and held the mic out towards the bleachers. There was a brief moment of silence. Sunset feared she was going to be left hanging just like the rest of the spirit squad.

“I’m with you.” A familiar voice called from the bleachers. Sunset opened her eyes to see it was the same guy who had been answering before. He stepped down out of his seat and onto the gym floor. He had dark red hair and wore a track uniform. Sunset was pretty sure she had seen him after school practicing with the track team.

“I’m with you.”

Sunset heard Tempest say and she turned to look at her friend. The cheer squad walked forward and stood with the two girls as a team.

“We’re with you too.” Minuette called from the stage. The entire band stood up with her. Sunset felt Tempest’s hand on her shoulder. Her new roommate and, sort of, oldest friend beamed with pride as she looked Sunset in the eye.

“I said…” Sunset turned to face the bleachers again.

“Who’s with me?”

She repeated to her previously tough audience. They responded by shouting an incoherent mess of cheers and affirmations back at Sunset. The enthusiasm was finally there if not a bit scattered. Sunset smiled for the first time during the pep rally. She nodded to Tempest as she put her hand over Sunset’s hand holding the microphone. Now sharing the spotlight, they chanted in unison.

“Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive.” Their voices were full of passion.

“Be aggressive! Be, be aggressive!” The student body shouted back.

Not letting the opportunity go to waste, Minuette queued in her bandmates. Bringing an inspiring beat to the chant. The entire cheer squad, including Sunset and Tempest, continued leading the chant and the crowd responded back louder and louder each time.

They had done it. The Spirit Club had brought spirit back to Canterlot High even if only for a moment.

Maybe we have a chance. Sunset thought.

Tempest turned to the group of cheerleaders. “From the top. Let’s go again.”

Everyone nodded and took their positions once more for the routine. The band took the cue and restarted the song once more. This time, when Sunset was hoisted into the air, their collective shout of "Wondercolts" was met with thunderous applause and cheers from the students.

By the time the pep rally was over, throats were sore from cheering, hands were stung from constant clapping, and arms were weak from being held in the air so long. The vibrant energy of the youthful rally lingered in the gymnasium as the elated students slowly left the school to go home for the day. The band put away their instruments, content with a job well done as they happily chatted on their way out. The cheerleaders, who weren’t a part of the Spirit Club, gossiped and giggled with each other as they prepared to exit out the double doors. A few of the girls turned to look at Sunset and Flash Sentry who had stayed behind with the Spirit Club to clean up.

When Sunset abruptly turned and noticed them staring, the gossiping girls put their hands to their mouths, snickered, and scurried out of the gym.

The Spirit Club was left to deal with the mess that the student body left behind. Not a single one of their faces seemed to mind the chore one bit. They beamed with pride as they picked up various pieces of trash, unfinished baked goods, and confetti. Derpy was busy meticulously boxing the remaining treats and breaking down the displays.

"It's a shame your band wasn't able to perform after all." Minuette made casual conversation. Flash's eyes darted around the room looking nervous.

"Oh, well you know…" Flash muttered without elaborating.

"What gives? How come they couldn't make it." Minuette was looking around for any band materials left behind on the stage.

"Uh, they uh… had another gig they already committed to." Flash cleared his throat.

"A gig that didn't involve you? Aren't you the lead singer?" Minuette asked.

"Well yeah, but it's… it's complicated." He sighed. Hoping she didn’t push the issue, he quickly redirected the topic.

"You really saved our bacon out there, Sunset." Flash changed the subject. Sunset turned her face away to pick a piece of confetti up off of the floor.

"It was a team effort. We all did it together." She replied, feeling just a little self conscious about her impassioned speech.

"Are you kidding me?" Tempest threw a push broom to the ground and bounded over to Sunset, flinging her arms around her. "You were like a general leading us into battle. It was so cool!" She squeaked.

"I gotta admit. I thought we were gonna tank there for a moment." Minuette paused what she was doing to stretch her back. "Who knew that all they needed was a few good insults to bring 'em in line." Minuette punched her palm with her fist. Sunset covered her face in embarrassment, Tempest’s arms still around her.

"Oh man, was I really that mean?" Sunset worried. She politely pulled away from Tempest’s embrace catching Derpy's eye. Derpy just shrugged nonchalantly and continued her clean up.

"Hey, it was about time somebody said it." Minuette assured Sunset with her hands on her hips. "If you didn't, I was about to say something." She cocked her hip out to the side and pointed her thumb at her chest.

"And you're not mean, Sunset. It was just tough love." Flash winked at Sunset. She smiled shyly.

"Fancy what do you think? Was it too much?" Sunset turned to Fancy Pants who was standing on the top row of the bleachers. He was quietly staring at his poster that hung right behind where the majority of the students rallied and partied just a few minutes ago.

Unfortunately only about half of the poster was still hanging on the wall. It had been ripped diagonally with the bottom half resting on the top row seats. The poor unicorn's head, whom he had meticulously painted, was now decapitated.

"Oh my goodness, Fancy Pants I'm so sorry." Sunset was the closest to the bleachers so she quickly bounded up the steps and stood beside him. His face was on the verge of tearing up as he breathed heavily.

"Why would anyone do this?" Sunset demanded, glaring at the fallen poster.

"It wasn’t on purpose. I'm sure it happened by accident in the excitement." Fancy Pants reasoned with a calm but shaky voice.

"Still, I can't believe how careless people can…" Sunset began until Fancy cut her off.

"I'm not concerned about the poster." He stated flatly.

"R-really?" Sunset asked caught off guard.

"Did you see their faces?" Fancy turned towards Sunset. His smile was wide and proud.

"They believe, they really believe." He said while trying to gather himself. "It's just like Freshman year all over again. That feeling of… hope." He sniffled slightly, regaining his composure.

"We're going to win." He plainly stated. “I can feel it.”

Sunset couldn’t help but be moved by Fancy's optimism.

"Well, you know, it's a little early to think we'll actually win. I mean, we'll work hard and do our best but…"

"No." Fancy interrupted Sunset again. "We're going to win." He stared at her deadly serious.

"You really think so?" Sunset wondered.

"Can't you feel it?" Fancy Pants asked.

"Feel the victory?" Sunset was confused.

"That feeling in the air. The atmosphere." He waved his hands while looking up to the rafters.

"It's magic." He beamed.

Sunset bit her lip at the coincidence of his word choice. She knew what he meant, but couldn't help being reminded briefly of home. Her real home. The home that contained real magic. So much, in fact, that it was almost an afterthought. In this world, magic lived in feelings like hope.

"If you say so." She shrugged. "We'll do our best not to disappoint you." She said slyly.

"Hey, does anyone remember if Principal Celestia wanted the table and chairs to go in gym storage or the hallway storage?" Derpy asked from across the gym. Everyone shrugged unsure.

"I'll go ask." Sunset briskly stepped down the bleachers. She trotted out the double doors and headed toward the front office, filled with more energy than usual. She felt a little dash might help release her built up excitement.

Fancy believes, but do I believe? She thought. She had said many confident and inspiring words to her fellow students in the heat of the moment. Now she wondered if it was all talk. She would have to work hard not to disappoint Fancy Pants, or herself for that matter.

Sunset came to a halt right outside the administration office. She noticed that Celestia’s door was wide open. When she went to peer in she saw that Celestia was already talking to someone. It was a distinguished looking woman in a lavender pants suit. She had blond hair and large circular earrings that were purple with a white outline. The woman appeared fierce and very professional. She stood with a hand on her hip and the other one pointing accusingly at Principal Celestia.

Sunset only glanced at her from behind for a moment before concealing herself in the hallway. Something about the situation made Sunset not want to intrude.

"It's more than just competition, Celestia." The woman spoke in a posh and slightly condescending manner. Although it didn't sound like she was trying to be. It was just sort of an air she gave off.

"Canterlot High School has been slipping in every category the last few years. Graduation rates, GPA scores, standardized tests, not to mention sports and other competitions. The School Board is all but fed up. They want me to pull your funding and revoke your status as a magnet school." The woman's voice was harsh yet remorseful.

"Miss Harshwhinny, please, I know we can pull it together this year. This dip is not permanent, we’ll be back on track before you know it. I have every confidence in my students and staff.” Celestia said in a rehearsed positive manner.

“That’s what you said to me last year.” Harshwhinny said softly. Sunset could feel the dead air hang for a few seconds.

“I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say this, Celestia, but it’s come to this.” Harshwhinny sighed audibly. As confidently as she spoke, she was not looking forward to what she was about to say next.

“If Canterlot High loses the Friendship Games this year, you will be removed as Principal of Canterlot High.” The superintendent’s ultimatum hung in the room.

“It’s all up to the games alone?” Celestia questioned. She didn’t sound too surprised by Harshwhinny’s sudden bombshell. “Even if our progress across the board goes up?” Celestia asked.

“It wouldn’t make a difference.” Harshwhinny shook her head frustrated. “I’m afraid this is how the School Board politics have played out. They feel the Friendship Games are an important tradition that has been tarnished by Canterlot’s lackluster involvement. You see, it’s not just the losing, it’s the way Canterlot has been losing. Many feel that the change should have already been made. This year’s games are simply the final straw.” She stated coldly.

“There’s nothing you can do?” Celestia pleaded. Harshwhinny paused for a moment.

“I’ve gone to bat for you in the past, Celestia. My words are falling on deaf ears lately. And if I’m being completely frank with you…”

Sunset’s heart sank as she listened.

“They are beginning to win me over as well.” Harshwhinny spoke the last nail in the coffin. Sunset wanted to run in and say something, anything. She felt helpless just standing there in the hallway. Fortunately, she knew better than to rashly reveal herself. No impassioned speech was going to solve this problem. Sunset was as powerless as she was magicless.

“Do ‘they’ happen to be Principal Cinch?” Celestia bluntly asked.

“Good day, Celestia.” Harshwhinny sharply turned to leave the office. Sunset nearly panicked as she darted for the nearest cover. She found the copy machine nearby and crouched behind it.

“Have a good day, Superintendent Harshwhinny.” Celestia politely said back. She sounded like a customer service employee.

“Celestia…” Harshwhinny stopped at the door frame and turned to face Celestia again. “Good luck at the games. I’ll be rooting for you.” She dropped the strong business woman act and spoke earnestly.

“Thank you.” Celestia spoke softly, finally letting a hint of sadness creep into her voice.

Sunset remained hidden as she watched Harshwhinny calmly walk away from the administration area and out the main doors of the school. She could no longer contain herself. She didn’t care about what might be privileged information, or impropriety, or even if she got suspended. She rushed into Celestia’s office and smacked her palms on the oak desk. Celestia jumped in her seat at the surprise attack.

“Miss Shimmer?” Celestia said, regaining her composure. ”I thought you were performing in the pep rally. What brings you in so… suddenly? How did the rally go?” Celestia blurted out, avoiding the elephant in the room that Sunset obviously overheard.

“It’s not fair.” Sunset spoke a little too loudly for the small office. She couldn’t think of anything else to follow up with.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Celestia gave Sunset a look that made her feel like she was about to get written up.

Great, can’t wait to get on the bad side of another version of Celestia. Sunset thought.

“The pep rally was amazing.” Sunset answered Celestia’s question. “The whole school is fired up. We’re gonna throw everything we’ve got at Crystal Prep.” Sunset balled her fist as smiled sideways. The elation of the pep rally returned to her.

Celestia smiled softly.

“I admire your enthusiasm, Miss Shimmer. And I’m delighted to hear that the Spirit Club did such a great job in motivating my students. I’m very proud of you all.” Celestia folded her hands in front of her face and looked content. Sunset blushed hearing Celestia tell her she was proud of her. She longed to hear those words from her Celestia.

“But, you don’t think we’ll win.” Sunset also picked up on the subtle resignation in Celestia’s praise.

“Nothing is impossible. I know you all will do your best and that’s all I can ask for.” Celestia spoke diplomatically.

“But we need more than our best. We need the impossible. You need it.” Sunset finished a little more accusational than she meant to come across.

“It’s not fair for me to put undue pressure on my students because of my own failings. I will take responsibility for my actions regardless of the outcome. I suggest you do the same in your future endeavors, Miss Shimmer.” Celestia’s advice reminded Sunset of her chats with her adoptive “mother” back in Equestria.

“We’re going to win the games for you, m…” Sunset caught herself before she said something truly embarrassing. “We will beat Crystal Prep, I promise.” She recovered. Celestia looked moved, but confused as well.

“Not that I’m ungrateful for your dedication and loyalty, Miss Shimmer, but…” Celestia reached for the words to put her thought’s delicately. “Why does my career mean so much to you?”

Sunset felt exposed. She was a freshman that just met this Principal and everyone else just recently. She struggled to think of a plausible explanation.

Somehow she figured I’m a homeless trans-dimensional pony trapped on this side of a portal for three years and this place and people consists of duplicate versions of my estranged home and loved ones wasn’t going to go over well.

“I uh…” Sunset sheepishly grabbed her left arm with her right hand. “I just don’t like seeing someone lose something they’ve earned.” She wasn’t lying, but her omission was big enough to contain Tartarus.

“I see.” Celestia said with a raised eyebrow. “And how do you know that I’m a good principal?” She cocked her head slightly. Sunset was caught off guard and had no idea how to respond.

“Uh…”

“You heard the Superintendent. This school is underperforming under my leadership. You’re new here, so what makes you so sure that I shouldn’t be replaced?” Celestia spoke with shocking candor. It was very unprofessional to have this conversation with a student, but perhaps she was feeling cavalier now that her career hung by a thread.

“I just know.” Sunset declared illogically. “I can tell. I have a sense for these things.” She stubbornly crossed her arms. She had probably never given a less evidence based opinion in her life. Celestia laughed out loud sounding genuinely amused and delighted.

“And I suppose your sense is what makes you so sure we’ll win the Friendship Games?” Celestia asked incredulously. Sunset narrowed her eyes at the mild slight.

It was time to choose.

Did she believe in Canterlot High like Fancy Pants or not? She knew she would blame herself if she saw Principal Celestia get fired after the games. Even though Celestia would never hold her to that. Even though it certainly wasn’t Sunset’s responsibility to begin with. She had to believe. Belief was the only thing she truly owned in her life.

“Yeah, that’s right. My sense tells me. It’s kind of like magic.” Sunset smirked. Celestia perked up at her use of the word “magic.” Perhaps Sunset Shimmer really did have a secret sauce for Canterlot High. Celestia smiled with a fleeting feeling of true joy. A feeling that she had been lacking for sometime.

“Thank you, my faithful student.” Celestia said in a motherly tone.

Sunset froze.

“W-what did you say?” Sunset barely got the words out. She couldn’t describe the multitude of feelings that washed over her hearing those words in that voice.”

“You’re my faithful student.” Celestia repeated casually. “I can’t think of a better word to describe your endless optimism for the future.” Celestia explained logically.

“Y-yeah.” Sunset said, trying to recollect herself.

“Oh and Miss Shimmer.” Celestia returned to her principal tone and snapped Sunset out of her daze.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell any of your fellow students about what Miss Harshwhinny said. I’m sure you understand. Not only is it unprofessional on my part, it’s not fair to put that kind of needless stress on the student body.” Celestia raised her finger, accentuating her point.

Another secret from Celestia. Sunset was apparently destined to hold some kind of burden at the hands of her teacher, mother, principal, or mentor. Pick a title at this point.

“I promise.” Sunset agreed vaguely and turned to walk out of the office.

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Author's Note:

This story is being split into multiple books. Book one was "The First Equestria Girl" also the title of the whole series. The 2nd book is called "Wondercolt of Personality." You can now see it in the chapter list. Hopefully people will be able to keep better track of the story this way and it will be more interesting than a long list of eleventy billion chapters.

Let me know what you think in the comments or what you would name the title of one of the books.

Comments

[MatTheBook]

“If Canterlot High loses the Friendship Games this year, you will be removed as Principal of Canterlot High.” The superintendent’s ultimatum hung in the room.

WHAT!!!!!!!?

THAT IS RIDICIULOUS!!!!! FIRING HER ALL BECAUSE OF A STUPID COMPITITION!!!!?

[ScisetShimmerEvan]

All of a sudden, the day of the pep rally was upon them and Sunset found herself somewhat nervous. All the planning, all the prep, she could only hope that it would mean something to the student body. Tempest held her cheerleaders at the ready. They stood in the center of the basketball court facing the bleachers. Waiting for the student body to arrive. Minuette had queued the music ahead of time to set the atmosphere for their incoming classmates. Like a machine, she directed the band with a sharp and pointed ictus. Sunset allowed the anticipation to build up inside of her along with the music. She wrestled with engaging in the excitement of the moment without succumbing to the anxiety of the prospect of failure. If she fell today, there would be no reset. She could get up and try again, but the fall would forever be a part of that performance.

No turning back now.

Not a single clap or cheer came from the student body. Most of them were sitting in small groups, ununified. Many of them were on their phones, not paying attention at all.

https://m.

Not letting the opportunity go to waste, Minuette queued in her bandmates. Bringing an inspiring beat to the chant. The entire cheer squad, Including Sunset and Tempest, continued leading the chant and the crowd responded back louder and louder each time.

including*

Maybe we have a chance . Sunset thought.

And it's all thx to you Sunset!

"I gotta admit. I thought we were gonna tank there for a moment." Minuette paused what she was doing to stretch her back. "Who knew that all they needed was a few good insults to bring 'em in line." Minuette punched her palm with her fist. Sunset covered her face in embarrassment, Tempest’s arms still around her.

'tank there for a moment?'

"Oh man, was I really that mean?" Sunset worried. She politely pulled away from Tempest’s embrace catching Derpy's eye. Derpy just shrugged nonchalantly and continued her clean up.

A part of myself is still wondering if her current self is just an act and still mean following her abandonment from Equestria.

“If Canterlot High loses the Friendship Games this year, you will be removed as Principal of Canterlot High.” The superintendent’s ultimatum hung in the room.

Oh shit!

[Admiral Q Ponyform]

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if anyone is beign unprofessional its the board. who cares about the compention are the students passign their grades.