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Dedications: @RainbowDashPower, @TheCreepyCat, and @hudhasmiles. Thanks for reading "MLP: My Little Human" and commenting, guys. ;3

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Other Crap You Need To Know:

1. Some of my "The Book Of Updates" updates are missing. :)

2. In the comments (this originally said "cooments", lol), tell me if you know where the CHS seniors in this chapter come from (please participate). ;) Also: This chappy has some sad-a** moments. :( Aaaand... a certain old friend (formerly an enemy) returns (and no, it isn't Discord). XD

3. Every time I type "Time Passes", it'll be typed as: "[Time Passes]", okay?

4. I am not describing the basketball game. It'll be weird 'cause I don't watch a lot of b-ball. Sorry. There'll just be a "[Time Passes]" thing, okay? Plus, it'll take up a lot of time and chappy space. :/ Now that I think about it, this "Author's Note" thing is taking up most of my chappy space, lol.

5. I wanted call this chapter, "Ch. 25: My Little Victory (Part 3): Victory And Rekindling A Friendship + Depression, Dumb, Pervy Boys, And The Fight (The Not-So-Great And Powerless Trixie Vs. Bad-A** Applejack)", lol, but that would obviously be too long (but it's totally the real name of this chappy... jk)! :P

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>:{D *Twirlin' meh girl-'stache* Mwuahaha! ... I have no life, lolz. O_O

F[Censored] the 'stache stuff. Onward, my Rainbows! ^^

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||Rainbow Dash's POV: Bored And Nervous (Yes, I Get Nervous; I once had a nervous-breakdown... Okay, I've had several, but whatever, ok? O_O)||

{Tuesday, September 23, 2014/9:15am, Homeroom - History}

      I should've explained that Ms. Суровые, our nuts-o principal, still has us divided. I look over at Fluttershy, but she's not in her seat. WTF? Before I even have time to panic, though, Flutters returns to the classroom.

"You okay, Flutters?," I whisper to her, frowning with concern.

"Yes, Dashie," Fluttershy replies, smiling, "I'm all right. I'll tell you why I was gone later."

"Okay," I say, smiling back.

      I hope it's nothing bad. I sigh 'cause Mrs. Reminisce is giving the most boring-ass lecture, like, ever, on some war of some sort. It's worse than that time Twilight lectured me on the history of the Wonderbolts. Sure, I eventually learned their history, but it had nothing to do with her lecture. My brain just works differently (weird, right?). My mind drifts to thoughts of tonight's b-ball game (I'm nervous as hell, by the way), and then I drift off to sleep.

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[Time Passes]

||Applejack's POV: Dash's Support (We're mighty proud o' Dash, too!)||

{7:10pm, In Canterlot High's Student Store Outside Of The Cafeteria}

"For the love o' Equestria, Rarity," I begin, glarin' at Rarity - again, "This is CHS' student store, not Whole Foods! No one cares about your need for - for salad!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Applejack," Rarity says, rollin' her eyes, "But no one cares about your bad attitude!"

"My bad attitude?," I ask incredulously, snorting, "Ha! What about the bad attitudes o' the kids behind us, who are all waitin' for you to get outta line so that they can buy snacks before the big game starts?"

"Cowgirl Barbie's right, Beauty Queen," a girl wearin' sunglasses tells Rarity, smirkin' like Dash does, "I'm starving."

      The girl's hair is hot-pink, violet, orange, and yellow pieces of her hair are in her face. Her white tank top has some very summery picture on it. I recognize her as Sunny Days, the senior Dash talks to. Both Dash and Sunny use the word "awesome" often - they're so alike, it's crazy.

"I ain't no Barbie," I say angrily, "Please call me Applejack or 'A.J.'. Nothin' else."

"Calm down," Sunny says, "I'm joking. However, Beauty Queen does act like a spoiled beauty queen, so..."

      I laugh and nod, agreein' with her a bit. However, Rarity did once win the title of "Little Miss Ponyville", so it isn't much of a stretch. Rarity gasps dramatically (big surprise), lookin' at me. Whatever. Anyway, since The Not-So-Great and Powerless Trixie has a nasty habit o' callin' me "Cowgirl Barbie" every time we are in the same vacinity, I can't stand bein' called that (or she'll call me "Hick Barbie", which makes me wanna kill her more with each time she says it). But that ain't the only reason. My mother literally had a cowgirl Barbie made for me when I was 4. She said it was an older version of me, but it just looked like her as a doll (I laugh about it sometimes)! My mom died the same year and I told Big Mac to get it away from me. He told me if I ever wanted it back, it was in a box in my closet. I just gave it to Apple Bloom, who asked me, "What did mama look like?" (God, Imma cry now). I just showed her a picture, pointed to myself and then the doll, then I handed the doll to her. I can't talk about this no more.

"Rarity," I say angrily, trying to stop my voice from cracking, "Come on now, let the other people buy stuff. The game starts at seven thirty!"

"But -"

"No buts, wannabe Beauty Queen," says a familiar, very annoyin' voice, " The hick's right. Besides, Trixie wants get to that game on time so that I can see Rainbow Crash crash and burn as Cloudsdale kicks her ass."

"How about I kick your ass?," I ask angrily.

"A.J., darling," Rarity says, "What's gotten into you?!"

"She called me 'hick' for the last time," I say angrily, glarin' at Trixie (wasn't I just talkin' 'bout her?).

"Applejack, is it?," an Asian girl with dark-purple hair and green eyes asks sweetly.

      I've seen her before. She's another senior. She got some Asian-y name, too. She's brainy like Twilight.

"Uh, yes?," I ask the Asian girl, toning my anger down a bit (don't mean I still ain't confused as shit).

"Fighting isn't the answer," says the Asian girl.

"Oh, Kimono!," a girl with pink and white hair says to the Asian girl, "You're so wise. You always know what to say!"

"Um," Kimono tells the pink-haired girl, her expression somewhere between "WTF?" and gratitude, "Thank you, Minty."

      Minty smiles and Sunny laughs, shakin' her head. Kimono's got a point and so does Rarity. What's gettin' into me? I don't usually act this way! Maybe it's 'cause I bottled up my emotions too long and now I'm explodin' like shaken soda. I sigh out loud, makin' them look at me.

"Sorry, y'all," I tell 'em, lookin' at my brown boots.

"It's not them you should be apologizing to!," Trixie tells me, frowning.

"You're right, Trixie," I tell her, "I'm sorry. Sorry that you are full-a shit. (To Rarity) Can we please leave before I kill this girl?!"

      Rarity nods, probably wondering why I'm so pissed (I'm not even sure I know why I'm pissed). We leave before we even purchase anything. The rest of the "Main 6" (minus Dash) are starin' at me as we leave the store.

"Well," I begin angrily, "If y'all are so 'worried', why in hell didn't any o' you stop me from goin' off?!"

      Their concerned expressions turn to shock and confusion. I really need to get my anger under control. We walk into the school gym and take our seats. After a few minutes, I hear Vinyl Scratch's, uh, scratchy voice say loudly from the speakers,

"Good evening, Canterlot High!"

      She pauses as we cheer and she continues,

"Tonight is the night, guys. This is the Homecoming basketball game we've been waitin' for all week! Coming out of the Guest Locker Room now is the Cloudsdale High Pegasiiiii!"

      Cheers explode from the bleachers where the Cloudsdale fans are sittin'. Canterlot High students yell "boooo!" like a bunch o' morons as the Cloudsdale team runs onto the court, wavin' at us. A familiar face is on that team. A mean bully named Gilda Griffon. Fluttershy sees her too and whimpers.

"It's all right, sugar cube," I tell Fluttershy, smilin' at her and hopin' she forgave me for snappin' at her earlier.

      She nods and Vinyl continues,

"Here comes our Wondercoooolts! This girl needs no intro: she's the Queen of the Wondercolts, and she's twenty percent cooler than the rest of us. She's the one and only player-coach, Rainbow Dash!"

      We all cheer as Dash jogs onto the court, wavin' and winkin' at us. I see Gilda look at her with surprise; she's probably surprised to see her ex-best friend, or surprised to be near her after 3 years. Vinyl says,

"The rest of her team follows, little soldiers in the Rainbow Dash Army. Let's meet our newest Wondercolt: she's five-foot-four and thinks of Dash as a big sister. It's Scootaloo!"

"Wha-?," I hear my little sister say, then I see her smirk and say, "Why that little - she ain't tell us nothin'!"

      Applebloom is leanin' against Sweetie Belle, who's sittin' next to Fluttershy's little brother with her pastel-pink eyebrows raised in surprise. Sweetie Belle runs her fingers through Abby's red hair. I smile and turn my attention towards the game that's startin'. Gilda and Dash, as I suspected, both looked at each other; however, one of 'em looks guilty (Gilda) and the other looks pissed (Dash). The game begins.

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[Time Passes]

||Rainbow Dash's POV: Victory And A Strange Change||

{8:07pm, CHS' Gymnasium}

      The Wondercolts beat the Pegasi, 45-7! Scootaloo had played, and won, her 1st game. The team and I are currently having our victory photo taken by Photo Finish, CHS' # 1 photographer. She may talk in 3rd-person a bit, which is creepy, but she's much nicer than The Not-So-Great and Powerless Trixie (the nickname the rest of the "Main 6" and I gave her)! Scootaloo and I are holding up our trophy together, and the flash from Photo's camera nearly blinds us all, lol.

"I, Photo Finish, have just taken ze Wondercolts' victory photo!," Photo Finish says in her German accent, "I go!"

      With a dramatic hand movement, Photo Finish walks out of the gym, flanked by her two clonies (instead of "cronies", get it?), Pixel Pizazz and Violet Blurr. Vinyl Scratch walks over to me, followed by my friends and Octavia.

"Well that was awesome as shit!," Vinyl tells me, smacking me on the back and hugging Scootaloo (Scoots is fond of Vinyl - she's epic, so...).

"Viny!," Octavia says to Vinyl, frowning.

"Sorry?," Vinyl tells Octavia, giving her a nervous grin.

"It's all right," Octavia tells Vinyl with a smile, "Because, even though I wouldn't use those particular words, I agree. Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, and the rest of the Wondercolts were amazing!"

"Yeah!," Pinkie yells happily (is she getting taller? O[]O), "DASHIE YOU WERE SO AMAZING!"

"Uh," I say, covering my ears and smiling, "Thanks, Pinkie."

"Pinkie's right, darling," Rarity tells me as Applejack smacks my back (ouch) and nods, "You were absolutely wonderful!"

"Yeah!," Twilight says, smiling, "You kicked Cloudsdale's ass!"

      We all look at her like she's mental. Which she kinda is now (I kid, I kid). However, ever since that party Pinkie and I threw, and the "Vodka Lemonade" thing, Twilight's been slowly changing her personality. I call her new personality, "Egghead Dash", which is a mixture of her egghead behavior and style (she's still obsessed with school and still wears nerdy clothing items) and uh... my behavior (oh, no O_O) and style. Tonight, she ditched her usual plaid skirt for black skinny jeans, but she's still wearing a lavender, untucked, oxford shirt, a white sweater vest with a purple, argyle print, and fuchsia, high-top Chucks to match her fuchsia tie, which is loose. The silver chain hanging from her black belt has a charm in the shape of her cutie mark dangling from the curved part of it. I have the same belt, except it has rainbow-colored studs and my cutie mark hanging from the chain. I kinda like Egghead's new look, it looks good on her. Her new personality's funny though. She's acting more and more like me. It's kinda flattering, but I mean, come on; this isn't how she usually acts. I know she wants a new image though; she  said she doesn't want to be the "innocent, boring, egghead" anymore. Her black eyeliner has me crackin' up too.

"What?," Twilight asks, looking around at all of us, "You're all acting like I've never said a swear word before!"

"But you haven't...," I say, smirking, "Until recently. And thanks for the encouragement, guys, but I gotta go hit the showers."

"But why would you hit them?," Pinkie asks incredulously, "They've done nothing to you!"

      Applejack smacks her tan forehead as I roll my eyes. I see some Cloudsdale High students, whom I recognize instantly, standing by the huge, orange, Gatorade water coolers. What are they doing?

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||Gilda Griffon's POV: Gettin' My Best Friend Back (I should've never ditched her ;~;)||

{8:20pm, Canterlot High's Gymnasium, By The Gatorade Water Coolers (On A Table)}

      I look over at Rainbow Dash (I miss her) and her friends (who hate me), wondering if they'll ever forgive me for being an ass. Especially Dash and Pinkie Pie, who look at me for a few seconds. I look at Hoops, Dumb-Bell, and Score, the three idiots standing by me. They used to bully Dash and Fluttershy at Cloudsdale Academy and I, being Dash's bestie, tried to stop them. But you can't stop pure evil. They grab the two coolers, get rid of their lids, and walk over to Dash and her friends. I run over to stop them, holding towels in my arms (Dash'll need 'em... trust me - I know what the 3 Stooges are about to do). Hoops and Dumb-Bell hold the 1st cooler over Dash's head as Hoops says, smirking,

"This'll teach you not to show off, Rainbow Crash!"

"Wait, guys!," I say, panicking as they pour all the Gatorade on Dash's head, "Nooo!"

"We can't forget Klutzershy!," Dumb-Bell says, laughing as he and Score empty the 2nd cooler all over poor, extra-sensitive, Fluttershy, who immediately begins to cry.

"What's wrong, Gilda?," Score asks me, laughing at my shocked face, "We thought you hated them!"

"No, I don't," I say as I toss a towel to Dash and try to dry Fluttershy's hair, "I was being a bitch. I'm sorry, Dash. I'm sorry Fluttershy. I'm reeeeally sorry, Pinkie Pie."

      Pinkie Pie, Dash, and Fluttershy stare at me like I'm crazy. Pinkie Pie smiles and tells me,

"I forgave you a looong time ago, Gilda! It's all good! Cupcake?"

      Pinkie is holding a cupcake in front of my face. Dash's raspy, somewhat high-pitched voice, which I haven't heard in, like, forever, says,

"Pinkie, where the hell did you get cupcakes from?"

"I brought them with me, silly!," Pinkie says happily, reaching into her curly hair and pulling a huge box out of it (wait... wha-? O_O).

"Umm...," I say to Pinkie, confused and amused, "Pinkie, how'd you get that box in your hair?"

"That's one of the many fucking mysteries of Pinkie Pie," Dash says with a pretty smirk (she had dimples since forever, lol), making me laugh, "(*Pointing to Pinkie*) This chick once pulled a freakin' mini party cannon out of her hair!"

      Pinkie nods, smiling, and we all laugh together. Fluttershy, who's sticky from the Gatorade, hugs me and tells me with a smile,

"Thank you, Gilda. I forgive you."

      I smile and hug her back. Now there's one more person whose forgiveness I'm begging for - Dash. She just walks towards the showers, completely ignoring me.

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[Time Passes]

||Rainbow Dash's POV: Saved By The Bully||

{8:35pm, One Of CHS' Girls' Locker Room Shower Stalls}

      I'm minding my own business, just taking a nice, hot shower, when I hear feet running and voices shouting. What I hear (Script Mode):

Applejack: Hey! What're you three doin'? Get outta here!

Twilight: Whoa! Hey! This is the girls' locker room, pervs!

Fluttershy: Ow!

Gilda: What the -? Get outta there!

      What the heck is going on? I turn around to let the water hit my back, only to end up facing Hoops, who's holding a video camera, Dumb-Bell, and Score. They all laugh and Dumb-Bell says,

"Damn, Rainbow Crash, I didn't know you were so hot!"

      I gasp and immediately cover my body with the towel Gilda handed me earlier. They laugh, but stop as Gilda angrily punches Hoops' face, breaking his nose. The 3 idiots run out of the shower area. My friends rush over to me as I sadly turn the water off. I wanna cry, but not in front of them. Forget it; I'll just cry.

"Awww, don't cry, sugar cube," Applejack says sadly, wiping my tears, "They're gone now."

"Those assholes!," Pinkie says angrily, her hair flat, "They video taped you naked and pushed Flutters! I'm gonna kill them!"

"Pinkie," Twilight says, patting Pinkie's left shoulder, "I'm pissed too, but there's no need to kill anyone."

"Whatever," Pinkie says, yanking her shoulder from under Twilight's hand, "No one hurts Flutters or Dashie and gets away with it."

"Pinkie's right," Gilda says, her hazel eyes looking at me sadly, "(To me) Dash, I'm truly sorry for what I did. Please forgive me."

"After what you just did," I say to Gilda with a small smile, referring to her defending me and breaking Hoops' nose, "I forgive you for everything."

"Besties?," Gilda asks, smiling.

"Besties," I say happily, holding my fist out.

      We do our old handshake and my friends smile. Gilda says,

"When I found out you were goin' to Canterlot High instead of Cloudsdale High, I wanted to transfer."

"Why?," I ask, genuinely curious.

"So that I could apologize and we could hang out all the time," Gilda replies, "I didn't have you around, so I was bored. On top of that, once the Cloudsdale Academy kids couldn't bully you and Fluttershy anymore, they started bullying me in high school!"

"Whoa," I say, "That's rough."

"I know right?," Gilda asks, running her right hand through her white and purple pixie-cut hair, "Now. I need to take a shower myself, so I'm out. I'll see you guys around, okay?"

"Okay!," the rest of the "Main 6" and I say together.

      Gilda waves as she leaves and we wave back, smiling. Well, at least something good came out of this: I got my best friend back. I dry off, change my clothes, and, once Scoots is done with her shower, we all leave (Vinyl and Octavia had left long ago).

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[Time Passes]

||Soarin's POV: Proving Myself||

{9:12pm, Rainbow Manor's Living Room, On The Couch}

      I'm sitting on the couch with Dash's parents (I left the game early - family issue) when we hear the front door open. Voices follow and Dash's suit-clad mother, Rainbow Strike, asks,

"Dashie, is that you?"

"Yeah, mom!," Dash's voice says, "The 'Main Six' are here too."

"We're in the living room!," Dash's mom tells her, half-smiling (we're not exactly happy right now).

      The "Main 6" walk into the living room, led by Dash. Did I ever mention that they always look bad-ass when they're standing together? Dash's dad, Thunder Brawn, looks at his thumbs and fiddles with them. Dash looks at all of us with a smile, but the beautiful smile disappears as she asks,

"Soarin'? When did you get here? What's wrong, dad? And why're you home so early?"

"Dashie...," Dash's mom begins nervously, "Your... Your father got suspended from his job at the factory for fighting. Some of his coworkers were um..."

"Talking about how 'pretty' you are," Mr. Thunder Brawn says, his anger starting to boil (is that where Dashie gets her temper from?), "Those weren't the exact words they used, 'pretty' is the Rated-G version, which is why I lost my temper. There's some video of you in the shower on Youtube, Dashie, which they were watch-"

"NO!," Dash yells, starting to cry, "It's on Youtube already?!"

      Dash runs to her room, followed by Applejack, who's closest to her. Twilight looks at her Converse (Can you believe she's wearing sneakers?!) and says,

"Oh no. I can't believe it got to Youtube."

"I shoulda strangled them when I had the chance!," A flat-haired Pinkie Pie says angrily, glaring at Twilight (I'm gonna guess Pinkie tried to strangle "them", but Twilight held her back, lol. And who the fuck are "them"?).

      I've noticed that Pinkie's at her craziest and angriest when her hair is flat. Also: she looks taller (is anyone else noticing this?). Maybe it's just her heels... wait, she's wearing pink Converse. So maybe she's really taller? Anyway, I say,

"I reported the video earlier; I was sent a link on Wondercolts Social. The message said, 'Dude, your GF's hotter than I thought. Here's the link to a vid of her on Youtube. Enjoy, dude!'. I wanted to kill Silver Tongue for sending that. I respect Dash too much."

"Awww!," Rarity says, smiling with some girly pose.

"Yeah, I'm mushy," I say, smiling, "The guys tease me about it a lot. Where are the guys, anyway?"

"They congratulated Dash and Scootaloo before we did and left with Spike," Twilight tells me with a smile.

"Oh," I say, smiling back.

"All right," Applejack's country accent says as she re-enters the living room with her right arm wrapped around Dash's shoulders, "(*Pointing to Dash*) She's all right now. Sorta."

      Dash's smile isn't convincing to me. I know her. So does A.J. - that's why she said "Sorta" at the end. Dash walks over to the couch and sits next to me. I wrap my arms around her, hoping she's gonna recover from this mentally.

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(A/N) Did ya enjoy that chappy? Did ya? Huh? Huh? Huh? I hope so (it took me forever... O_O)! ^^

Look @ the pic in the "Media" area! I saw this on Deviantart and thought, "This is perfect for chappy 25!".

Until next time, my Rainbows! :3 Stay awesome. *Winks*