||Rainbow Dash's POV: The Petition||

      Underwear-clad, I sit at my desk and turn on my brand-new, Microsoft Surface Pro 3 (again, spoiled! X3). After going through all that crazy, Windows 8 home screen stuff, I pull up the internet and log onto wondercoltssocial.com. With my magic, I pull my rainbow hair into a bun and stick a blue, laquered chopstick through it. Now that my hair isn't tickling the top of my tits, I can actually freakin' concentrate. Suddenly, there's a knock on my bedroom's balcony door, which is to my left. I walk over to the glass doors and peer through the semi-sheer, sky-blue curtains. It was Soarin' who knocked. I roll my eyes, smiling. He might as well move in; he's here, like, every day! I push the curtains aside and open the doors. It doesn't matter that I'm in my undies; he's seen me already (don't get your perverted mind's hopes up - we didn't do anything). He once "accidentally" (or so he says) walked in on me putting on my Junior Wonderbolts flying costume (Rarity designed it for me, of course) at the Junior Wonderbolts Flying Competition 3 summers ago. Unfortunately, I hadn't pulled the top part of the costume over my chest yet, so my bra (and my abs) were showing. He nearly fell over while he was apologizing, trying so hard not to stare at me. It was cute and funny. I've been in love with him ever since. He walks into my room, tucking in his wings, which are a weird shade of a pale, grayish-blue (I can't describe the color). He pulls me into his arms and kisses me gently.

"Hey, Soarin'," I say as I pull away and walk back to my desk, "I'm glad you're here. Do you remember that petiton I told you about?"

"Yeah," Soarin' replies, closing the balcony doors, then he asks, laughing, "The one for your 'revolution', right?"

"Soarin'!," I say, only slightly angry (I find it hard to get mad at him, especially when he's... *Clears throat* Nevermind), "This 'revolution' is serious! I'm doing this for our Freedom of Expression at CHS!"

"Sowwie, Dashie," Soarin' says in a baby voice, holding out his right hand.

"You know the other reasons why I'm doing this?," I ask him, standing up and putting my left hand in his right one.

"No," he says, his navy-blue, right eyebrow raised, "What're the other reasons?"

"Because I can't stand another second knowing that Pinkie, a usually peppy, perky person, and my bestie, is depressed. I love her too much! Another reason: the 'Main 6' is now divided! What's with that?!"

      He shrugs, and then his "Omigod, I just realized something" face shows up. He looks down at my face and says,

"I just realized you guys are split up in two's!"

"Yeah, we are," I say sadly, "Did I tell you my theory yet? The other girls think I've lost a few screws."

"Wow," Soarin' says, laughing, "And no, you haven't shared your theory with me yet. What's the theory?"

"I think Ms. Суровые is evil, and she's trying to split up the 'Main Six' so that we can't use the Elements of Harmony against her!," I say, and my face probably looks scared right now (it's how I feel).

"Babe, it's okay," he says, putting his left hand on my cheek, "And to be honest, that theory isn't completely unbelievable."

"I know right?!," I say happily, glad that he's agreeing with me (even if he's just trying to make me happy), "Twilight said, and she does this a lot, 'I highly doubt that'. I mean, what does she know?! Even Pinkie said she felt a disaster was coming!"

      He nods, momentarily looking at the tattoo of the number "14" (my basketball jersey number) on my left bicep, which has lightening bolt-shaped numbers and blue wings (to match mine) on each side. My right bicep has the Wonderbolts symbol tattooed on it. I got the tats the summer before sophomore year started. I must get started on this petition! Yesterday, I sent Ms. Суровые an email, asking if I could start a petition against the uniforms, since so many students hated the uniforms...

||Flashback: The Email For Freedom!||

      The whole school knew I was one ballsy chick, but I had to be even more ballsy. There was no way Суровые was gonna just let me pass around a petition against her dress code! So I had to do what any smart, goody-goody like Twilight would do: ask permission. After finding out what the hell Суровые's email address was, I sent her an email:

To: OСуровые@canterlothigh.edu

Subject: Petition Permission

From: RDash14@wondercoltssocial.com

September 10, 2014 | 5:30pm

Dear Ms. Суровые,

I am sending you this email to ask permission to start a petition, with 100 signatures being the maximum, against your strict dress code. Many students, including myself, are against it for the following (and MAJOR) reason:

1. It takes away our Freedom of Expression.

>>You're new to CHS, so I must inform you that CHS was always known, not just for high test scores and winning sports teams, but for letting its students express themselves through their clothes, hair, etc., letting them decorate their lockers inside and out, and letting them choose what clubs they wanted to be members of. It was all about self-expression! Once you take away either of the things that I mentioned in the previous sentence, CHS is no longer CHS. It's just another bland, not-so-special school that fades into the background with the other not-so-special schools.

So please, Ms. Суровые, let me help my fellow students by giving back their Freedom of Expression. If you say yes, I promise that you won't regret your decision.

      I won't get into the details, but just know that, in Суровые's reply, I was granted permission for the petition and given a compliment on my "very professional" email (she said I sounded so intelligent for a teenager). Yes! My mother and Egghead would've been proud of that email (I know I was! X3 Do ya know how much energy it took to put that much "professionalism" into that email? *Wipes sweat from forehead*).

||Flashback Over||

      I turn my attention away from Soarin', focusing my mind on the Wondercolts Social-based, anti-uniform petition on my computer:

@Soarin'sAngel14:

PETITION 4 FREEDOM!

ATTENTION, FELLOW WONDERCOLTS:

I am starting a anti-uniform petition here on WS. 100 signatures is enough, but I want more, just to make a statement. If you are against Ms. Суровые's strict dress code, sign the petition now. 1st, however, you MUST read the rules (there aren't many):

1. Once you've decided that you're against CHS' dress code, in the comments section below, comment your username, and ONLY your username. ;)

2. If you are pro-dress code, ignore this petition (you'd be wasting your time).

The petition will be monitored by me. Once it has the maximum amount of signatures (or more ;3), I will show the list of names to Ms. Суровые. Once I get 100 signatures, Ms. Суровые will get rid of the dress code, which was our agreement in an email! So, my fellow Wondercolts, start signing for freedom!

=DASH 14= 9-11-14/4:45pm, via MS Surface Pro 3 from Cloudsdale, Equestria (btw, we can choose to display what device we're posting from and the location)

      You know, I used to hide the fact that I lived in a manor in Cloudsdale (a weirdly Greek-y city) - that is, until I realized I love who I am. Even if, by "who I am", I mean I'm Rainbow Artemis (Greek; Archer/Hunter/Athlete - in my opinion - freakin' AWESOME) Dash (holy shit, my initials spell "Rad", lol! XD), born and raised in Rainbow Manor (yes, I was actually born in the freakin' manor 'cause, you know, shit happens), who ended up being Little Miss Cloudsdale because her mother really wanted to put her in a pageant (that's what happens when you're the only daughter of a complete girly-girl... O_O) and because she won the talent competition (of course XD). Now back to Wondercolts Social. I post another post:

@Soarin'sAngel14: Everyone, pay attention. We need to cheer @PinkamenaDPie up... NOW. In the comments section, tag her, send her a message, and put #LifesAParty in your comment! X3 Laters, #haters! ;) Also: Let's have a #MomentOfSilence for 9-11.

=DASH 14= 9-11-14/4:48pm, via MS Surface Pro 3 from Cloudsdale, Equestria