||Fluttershy's POV (Diary Entry)||

Fluttershy's Diary

READING IS PROHIBITED (Respect My Wishes, Please :3)

Dear Diary//6:15am,

      Today is the day we have to officially wear our new uniforms to school (#StupidRules, much?). Can't believe it. It's a shame, too: I just bought some cute, teal jeans, that totally match my eyes, last Saturday. I was planning to wear them today, but yesterday's news just threw me off. Why was I planning to wear them today? Well, you see, this is the 1st time I've ever bought colored jeans (I'm experimenting - don't ask). I've seen my BFFs wear them, so I decided to try them. However, my nerves got the better of me when I got home, so I pushed my colored jeans debut to Wednesday. Unfortunately, I'll only get to show them off on Saturday, but at least I get to wear them. :) I'm going back to sleep now, for it's only like, 6:20am! O_O

~Fluttershy//9-10-14//6:20am

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||Fluttershy's POV (Regular Mode)||

      I wake up again at 7:00am. I swing my long legs over my bed (to my right) and hop out of bed, somewhat excited about the day. The only reason that I'm not completely excited: The "Main 6" are gonna be split up at school today. I'll only have classes with Rainbow Dash because both of us are Pega-Sapiens, Rainbow'll also have classes with Twilight Sparkle because they're both Pega-Sapiens with magic, and Applejack and Pinkie will be without us because they don't have wings or magic! I wanna cry just thinking about it! I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. I take down my messy bun and place the pink hair elastic on the sink as my long, baby-pink hair falls over my right shoulder. The small curl at the end of my hair makes me smile. I take a shower, brush my teeth, and put on my uniform. After making sure my tie is straight and tight, I go check to see if my little brother had gotten ready yet. I knock on Onyx's door (I can't believe he changed his name), but he doesn't respond.

"Onyx, you know it's routine for me to check on you," I say softly (as usual), "Open the door, please."

"Gosh, Flutters, it's a wonder that anyone actually hears your tiny voice!," Onyx says to me as he opens the door, fully dressed in his uniform, and smirking.

      It's not that I don't want to smack the smirk off of his face, it's just that it's not in my nature to do so. So I calmly say, smiling,

"Good morning to you too, Onyx."

      Now it's my turn to smirk at his shocked expression. It's the same expression I get from people who don't like it when they do something rude to me, but I just give kindness back to them. I could be more *clears throat* assertive and give them more sass, but I'm not Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie. I'm me. Deal with it (was that sassy enough for you?). I walk back into my room and into my bathroom again. I part my hair, and then, leaving out two, 1-inch bangs on each side of my head, I pull my hair into two, low ponytails with teal hair elastics that each have a sparkly, pink butterfly on them (Pinkie got them for me *squee*).

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||Twilight Sparkle's POV: School And... Flairie's Crush?! :O||

      I squeal loudly (in my head, though), excited for the new school day. I don't know why I love school so much, but I do. My sister and I prepare for school (we both adore school), listening to the soft, soothing sound of classic Mozart coming from the living room downstairs. Spike, who's been my adopted brother for like, ever, says on the other side of the bedroom door,

"Ugh, can't I change the music? It's a snore-fest out here."

"No!," I say as I walk to the door and open it slightly, "Neither of us are allowed to touch our parents' living room stereo, not even Shining Armor, who's a grown man. Remember?"

"Oh, right," Spike replies, his face serious, "Can you believe we have to wear these stupid uniforms? Like, what the hell."

"I don't mind them, really," says Solar Flair, pulling her ginger hair into a high ponytail and smiling, "Besides, you look rather dapper, Spike."

"Really?," Spike asks, smiling back, "Thanks a mill., Flairie!"

"Mm, hm!," Flairie replies, somewhat blushing (uh, oh), "You're welcome!"

      Spike winks at her as he rushes back to... I guess his mirror (he can be as conceited as his girlfriend sometimes... compliments don't help with his ego, it's the same with Rainbow Dash. Don't. Compliment. Them. You'll never hear the end of it! As a matter-of-fact, with RD, we still haven't heard the end of it!). Flairie's blushing is making me nervous. As handsome as Spike is, I know he's my brother and that's it. However, Flairie may be crushing on him, and that concerns me for two reasons:

1. He's our freakin' adopted brother! I mean, come on! Seriously, W-T-F, Flairie?!

2. Rarity is kinda possessive of stuff, especially Spike and her jewels. If Flairie has a crush on him, and Rarity finds out, she'd be confused at first (like anyone with common sense), and then a cat-fight'll break out quicker than you could spell... well, "cat"! I probably would stop it, although it would "knock" some sense into her, get it? Whatever. Jokes aren't my thing. Rainbow Dash would probably tell me, "Stick to hitting the books, egghead".

      I giggle as I imagine Rainbow being here, hearing our Mozart music. She'd be fast asleep on my bed by now, snoring very loud. Our parents tell Flairie, Spike, and I to come and get in the car so that they can take us to school.

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||Pinkie Pie's POV: Heeere's Pinkamena (My crazy, and sometimes bad-ass, side XD)!||

      As I put on my uniform, I sigh, looking at my sad, flat-haired reflection in my full-length mirror. My outfit's missing something... like, I dunno, PINK! Our uniforms consist of a black blazer, a black, pleated skirt, a white, oxford shirt, and a blue/gold-striped tie (the only thing with color! O_O). We don't even get to choose to wear sneakers or not! Yesterday's note from CHS:

Dear Ms. Pie,

I am sending this letter with your uniform to remind you of the new, strict dress code:

Girls:

1. Blazer (Black)

2. Skirt (pleated; black; two inches above the knees)

3. Oxford shirt (white; buttoned all the way up to the collar)

4. Tie (Blue/Gold; striped; nice and tight)

5. Dress shoes (black; you may wear heels with a maximum of 3 inches)

Boys:

1. Blazer (Black)

2. Pants (black; nicely creased)

3. Oxford shirt (white; buttoned all the way up to the collar)

4. Tie (Blue/Gold; striped; nice and tight)

5. Dress shoes (black)

      I mean, COME ON!!! No pink, no sparkles, no... NOTHING! My iPhone 5, with a bedazzled, pink case, begins to vibrate, slowly shaking closer and closer to the edge of my nightstand. I'm not worried; if it was to fall off of my nightstand, it would be stopped by its charger's cord, which is attatched to it. Do I feel like answering it? No, not really. I feel sad, and I don't wanna be the rain on the caller's parade. I do, however, check my missed calls:

Twily, September 10, 2014/7:20am

      Sorry Twilight, but I'm not in the mood. That reminds me: I changed my mood and status on both Facebook and Wondercolts Social yesterday. I also changed my Wondercolts Social username (it's now: @PinkamenaDPie; I wanted it to be as bland as I feel! :|). I gotta go, I need to get to school.

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||Rainbow Dash's POV: The Theory O_O (Me? A Theory? Isn't that Twilight's thing?)||

      I fly through the air at a record-breaking speed, glad that I put on shorts under my skirt, as I fly to school. Man, my Wondercolts gym shorts came in handy; the wind is pushing my skirt up! Now do you see why I don't wear skirts? I mean, hello! The whole world doesn't need to know what underwear I'm wearing! I may have to start thinking about getting my driver's license. A lot of the adults in my family have one, regardless of the fact that we live in the clouds; their jobs are on the ground. Rainbow Manor has some, like, special parking garage, or whatever, that they fly down to, and their cars are there. If I get my license, I won't have to worry about skirt-lifting wind, but I'll miss soaring through the sky! Unless I just drive to school during the week and fly during the weekend, when I can wear jeans and a damn T-shirt. Yeah, I'll do that. Awesome, red, hot-rod convertible, here I come (or should my car be as blue as my wings? I dunno...)! *Squeal!* *Clears throat*

      I finally get to the school at 8:20 (I just cruised through the sky slowly), but I create a cloud with my weather powers and hide behind it. The minute I fly out from behind this cloud, my rep is so ruined. But I eventually have to go to school. I decide to stop hiding and fly to the ground. My friends are already there to greet me. Applejack gives me a once-over, probably surprised that I'm wearing a skirt.

"Not a small amount o' leg, Rainbow Crash!," Applejack says to me, laughing her head off.

"Whatever, Applewack," I say, laughing, knocking her cowgirl hat onto her face on the word "wack", "Just know that you're lucky I love you."

      We all laugh as Applejack straightens her hat. Smiling and looking at my red, high-top Converse, Applejack says,

"I see someone is rebellin' today."

"Yeah, because it's phase one," I begin, placing my mirrored, Wayfarer Ray-Bans over my eyes, "Of my revolution."

"Your what?!," Twilight asks, her eyes wide (I knew she'd have a problem with my plan).

"Revolution, Egghead, revolution," I say angrily, "Pay attention. It's starts with a protest against these stupid uniforms."

"Whoo!," Vinyl Scratch, who's standing near us with her BFF, Octavia, "I'm down with that. When do we start?"

"Soon, Vinyl," I reply, smiling, "Soon. Then, I'm starting a -"

"Have you lost your mind, Rainbow Dash?," Twilight asks me, frowning, "You can't -"

"Then, I'm starting a petition," I continue, ignoring Egghead, "It's gonna have a four hundred-signature max, but a hundred signatures are enough."

"Cool," Vinyl replies as Octavia and my friends stare at me, "Just text me when the petition is ready. Bye guys."

      Then Vinyl and Octavia walk away. I gotta get started on that petition, then, don't I?! Twilight shakes her head at me. Applejack's smirking, Flutters' face is shocked, Rarity smiles at me (she hates the uniforms too, so I know she loves my idea), and Pinkie Pie, the inspiration for my rebellion, is just looking at the ground. I pull my phone from the left pocket of my blazer. I thumb through the mp3 player of my phone and press "play" as I hold the phone up to Pinkie's sad face. "Get This Party Started" bursts from the speaker. However, it does nothing to cheer her up. What do I do now?

      Some moments later, once we've walked into the school, Ms. Суровые has us lined up in the hallway. The minute I look at her, my anger boils like a pot of boiling water. I think it's time to make my rebellion obvious (another part of my genius plan).

"Ugh," I groan loudly, smirking in my head, "Why do we have to wear these stupid uniforms?!"

"It is the rules, eh, Colorful One," Ms. Суровые says to me, and then the other students, including Applejack (standing next to me), laughed when she called me "Colorful One".

"Here that, Dash?," Applejack asks, smirking, "You're 'colorful'."

"Eh, I try," I reply jokingly, smirking too.

"The real question, Colorful One, is why are you not wearing dress shoes?," Ms. Суровые asks, looking at my shoes, "Did you not recieve letter? Your mother did alert me that your skirt was too short. You got wrong-size skirt, so it's possible you didn't get letter."

"Nah, I got the letter," I say, my smirk so obvious, "Three words: off the glass."

      The other students laugh again, probably wondering where I got the balls to say this to her. And when I said, "off the glass", I was referring to yesterday, when I read the letter that came with my uniform...

||Flashback (Yesterday, people, pay attention)||

      Boredom took over at 4:45, and I found myself staring at that stupid box my uniform arrived in. I walked over to it, still underwear-clad, and picked up the white envelope inside of it. I opened the envelope, pulled the trifolded, white piece of paper from it, and read the letter. I decided that it was bullshit and balled it up. I aimed my arms towards my trash can, held the paper ball as if it were a basketball, and shot it straight into the trash bin. *Squee!* No wonder I have so many trophies!

"Off the glass!," I say happily, smirking.

||Flashback Over||

"I'll let your insubordination pass, Colorful One," says Ms. Суровые, her face all serious, "But only for today. Tomorrow, you will wear dress shoes, or you'll get detention! (To Applejack) You, Country Girl!"

"Uh, yes?," Applejack asks, nudging my arm as I snicker.

"Why do you wear cowgirl hat?," Ms. Суровые asks.

"Because it was my mother's," Applejack says, her face suddenly sad.

"And?," Ms. Суровые asks again.

"And," Applejack begins, her voice cracking, "My mother's... uh... d-dead."

      The rest of us, including Ms. Суровые, stare at Applejack in silence as she quickly covers her face with her hat. I wanna cry! I hug her and she returns the hug, placing her hat back on her head.

"All right,"  Ms. Суровые says to Applejack, "You may wear hat to school, but only for today."

"Thank you kindly, ma'am," Applejack replies with her southern politeness, smiling.

      I smile too, glad that Applejack was smiling again. Applejack smiles at me and says,

"Thanks, Dash. I can always count on you."

"Well duh," I reply, returning the smile, "I'm the element of freakin' loyalty!"

***

      Later in the day, after lunch, we are standing at our lockers. Celestia arranged for our lockers to be close together. Our set of six lockers, to the left of the Science classroom's door, are in this order: my locker, Applejack's locker, Twilight's locker, Rarity's locker, Fluttershy's locker, and Pinkie's locker. We are standing there, shocked because Pinkie starts ripping the disco ball and balloons from her locker angrily. However, I'll get back to Pinkie later 'cause I've got something to tell them.

"Can you believe that... that woman split us up in the cafeteria too?!," Pinkie asks, pulling confetti from her hair (now I know why she's mad).

"Yeah, Pinks, I can," I say, about to reveal my aforementioned theory (*Squee*), "Becauuuse, get this: I have a theory that she's really evil! (As they look at me like I'm nuts) Wait, here me out, guys."

"No offense, sugar cube," Applejack says, an eyebrow raised, "But she just let us break the rules for one day."

"Uh, duh!," I say, exasperated, "She's trying to cover up her... uh, evilness by being nice to us!"

"I highly doubt that," Twilight says, and I wanna smack her.

"You 'highly doubt' a lot of stuff, Egghead," I say angrily, and then with a smirk I add, "And about an hour later, you end up being dead-wrong. Stop thinking you know everything! I thought you changed a few days ago, but you're doing it again."

      As Twilight stands there, speechless, I continue my theory.

"Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," I say, "I believe that she's evil, but hiding it. I mean, what if, like Discord, she's trying to divide us up so that we can't use the elements against her!"

"But," begins Egghead, "She divided everyone."

"Again... DUH!," I say angrily, "She doesn't want her plan to be so obvious! But I can see right through her! Oh, and Twilight, when it turns out I'm right, I'll be there to laugh at you. Just you wait. Pinkie said that she felt a disaster coming. I feel that Суровые is planning that disaster."