The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

“Hey,” you an idea pops into your head, “I know! Why don’t we just teach each other what we know?”

“Ehhh, It’s a good idea, but we won’t learn much before the tests start.” Colgate says.

“We’ll just have to skimp out on breakfast.” Lyra states.

You all nod your heads in agreement.

“Besides, the breakfasts they provide taste terribly awful anyway.” Lyra adds. Everypony laughs and agrees.

You make your way to the center of town. The testing committee is there, and they’re giving out muffins for breakfast with a carton of orange juice. Everypony seems to accept it begrudgingly.

While everypony else found seats to eat their provided breakfast, you and your group all sit on crates across the street. You each discus what you know about your respective strong point and the listeners would try to absorb every bit of information.

This lasted as long as you guys could drag it on. Now, the tests are being distributed while the rules are read to everypony.

You’re currently where most of the testers are. On the sidewalk under a building’s to get adequate shade from the harsh sun. As you’ve expected, the young foals who should actually be taking these tests are taking them in the princesses’ castle where they are currently receiving the same instructions from different ponies. There are spots all around the city where tests are being distributed and ‘Hush: Tests in progress’ signs are raised.

You receive your test and you’re suddenly startled by a loud groan in your stomach. You look down, almost as if you’re about to respond to it when you realize you’ve skipped the most important meal of the day.

The test kills you.

DEATH BY HUNGER

Okay, that’s just retarded.

I can’t take this anymore.