> My class
>  by RainbowThunder
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> Chapter 1
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I remember this time with pleasure. Sweetie Belle and Apple bloom, too, probably, remember it with good feelings. It was a time of carefree childhood, when my friends and I ran to school without any cutiemark on our flank. A time when we hoped the teacher would forget to set homework in physics or geometry. It was a time when we were looking forward to the end of the day to rush home like mad. Yes, I'm talking about school. I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful time at school. I remember it with warmth in my heart. Why? Because I had good classmates, I guess. No, my class wasn’t perfect, but good. Frankly speaking, my class was eccentric and crazy, because only my class managed to paint school wall into green peas. Of course, we were forced to wash it all, but it turned out cool. But nevertheless, I liked my class; I could not imagine the other one.

Of course, no class is complete without a teacher. Our teacher's name was Miss Cheerilee. Believe me, she is the best teacher of all! Good and generous Miss Cheerilee always came up with something interesting. Her lessons were rarely boring and unbearable. She would yell at us if we didn't understand the new topic. She started to explain it again and in more detail. Yes, Miss Cherilee is a wonderful teacher.

And now I want to say a few words about my good and crazy class. I will try not to stretch the words too much, I will try to tell you everything briefly and tell you the best that I remembered. Just imagine: my friend Rumble once accidentally broke our teacher’s cup of tea. You should have heard him when he tried to pin the blame on someone else. Anyone's to blame, but not only him. On the one hand, it only went to our advantage: Rumble as soon as he could pull the lesson, because that day I did not do my homework. But on the other hand it looked ugly and stupid. Rumble obviously didn't want to lie, but he was afraid of calling his brother Thunderlane to school, and he lied as best he could. Surprisingly, Rumble’s sassy, but cute nose did not grow in length from such a number of lies. Only still Thunderlane scolded his brother as it should. Poor Rumble.

I remember another case: my friends and I were walking in front of the school and, unfortunately, we  met the most arrogant at that time pony of all - Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. As always, they began to call us blank flanks and as always sneered at us. Suddenly Apple Bloom freaked out and stole Pipsqueak’s paints. Dipped brush in the paint, Apple bloom slipped Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoons’ cutiemarks. They tried to escape, but my friend held them tightly. As a result, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, so to speak, became blank flanks. We laughed. They were angry and cursed us with such words that it is terrible to say. But after the incident the girls didn't have the guts to call us blank flanks. We forgot the name calling on their part. Nothing they've called us, we could then escape the wrath of Apple Bloom. 

"Oh, let us go, Apple Bloom!" They shouted. It was hilarious.

Oh, I remembered another incident. It was Pipsqueak and Button Mashs’ battle. It was a terrible fight. Horrible, monstrous fight! Okay, I'm kidding, the boys just wanted to know who could solve the square equations faster. But this competition became large-scale: Twist, Featherweight, Snips and Snails also took part in the solution of equations. It was fun to watch: the topic of square equations was recently covered by us, so many participants found it difficult to solve them quickly. Button Mash flew out first, his decision was completely wrong. Snips and Snails flew out after him, they scored on the competition and left. I don't know why they were involved. But in the end, Twist won. Miss Cheerilee was allowed her to leave math five minutes early. "Great" prize, but why not?

And now imagine my class which was playing football. Fans screamed like victims, goalkeeper’s eyes was running after the ball, and the hooves was not able to catch the ball. Forwards sometimes too afford many allow. Our coach barely restrained so as not to beat these arrogant ponies. Okay, I'm sorry, it wasn't really that bad. We had fun. Although we rarely won, we took a break from the rest of the lessons while doing physical education and playing football. Yes, nobody liked to run forty laps, but it's better than writing a test in physics.

But the best time was when the teacher left the class. Everyone started to go crazy: scream exceed 100 (or how much?) decibels, the walls are cracking at the seams. All were worn on the class and fought chairs, all was writing nonsense on the Board. And in the meantime I sat with friends and tried not to succumb to the fun. But as soon as Miss Cheerilee came back to class, everyone fell silent. All foals became silent, serious and silent. It seemed like it had been all along. But only I know what really happened. Interestingly, is only my classmates went crazy when the teacher left because of something the class for five minutes?

I understand, I haven't told especially about the class, I apologize for that. After all, many years have passed. You can't remember everything. So I'm just asking you to take my word for it: my class was cool and awesome, as my older sister Rainbow Вash says. I'm a mechanic now, fixing things. I often meet with her friends Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. Now we have our cutiemarks, but this does not mean that we are no longer Cutie Mark Crusaders. On the contrary, we have become even closer to each other and more friendly, and we are already known by many residents of Ponyville. As well as I do ... you want to know, don't you? Okay, just don't tell anyone, okay? I ... am meeting with Rumble. He is very cool and kind stallion. I can already feel my cheeks getting red. I mean ..... I repeat: my class was the best; I wouldn't trade it for anything. You heard me:my class was the best!