Equestria Girls: Sunrise

Chapter 1

Interstate 15

Canterlot-Ponyville connector

Human world.

My name is Sunset Shimmer, and I’ve had a hell of a last six weeks.

For the uninitiated, this version of Equestria with its loud cars, concrete paths, and two legged inhabitants, is not my true home. I used to be a pony. A unicorn studying under the closest thing I’ve met to an actual God, Princess Celestia. But when she pretty much told me I’d never earn the power I was supposedly being groomed for, I gave her the proverbial “kiss my ass” and leaped through a portal where the Princess was the Principal, magic didn’t exist, and everyone walks on two legs and wears funny clothes.

Without telling my entire back story, I spent the last three years making friends, playing them against each other, becoming Queen Bitch of the school, and getting a taste of actual power for once. And things were good, until Princess Cuntlestia’s newest dust flap kicked my ass back to square one. Luckily, my old friends took me back with open hoo- I mean arms. However that demon thing I transformed into, you know, the one I turned into and tried to murder the fuck out of Sparklebitch (that’s Cuntlestia’s newest dust flap by the way) didn’t actually die when that rainbow-beam-of-harmony hit it. It just dug itself into my mind, taunting me, torturing my innermost thoughts.

The demon bitch is feeding off my hate and anger, getting stronger every time I so much as suck my teeth whenever someone calls me outside of my name. Especially that Great and Powerful Trixie; I swear one of these days I’m going to shove those peanut butter crackers right up her presumptuous boastful ass. Or better yet, snap her in half like one of those damn candy bars snails is always eating. Yeah…that’s it…I’ll rip that tramp’s spine out and beat her with it, or maybe take those spreader sticks from her precious cracker packs and stab her in the eyes with em. That’ll be a laugh, watching her run around screaming. Then I shove her head against a door knob, then…

Wait…where did that come from? See what I mean about that damn demon? It’s like a “do not get angry” status effect. Or else the monster from the deep in my mind is going to rear its ugly head and lay waste to everyone at my school, some of which I actually like. That is why I’m out here riding. The Buell 1190RS softly hums between my legs and a single headlight lights my path as the moon’s dull light reflects off my helmet and my red and yellow curls flap in the breeze. When I’m riding, my mind is at peace. There are no thoughts other than how fast I can go, and how good do I look doing it.

For instance, take this exit ramp. I’m currently in the far left lane, while my exit, a tight right-hander going down onto the road below, is three lanes over. There’s no traffic out, seeing as it’s 1:30 at night, so the choice is obvious. I lean to the right, don’t even bother with the signal, and cross all three lanes as I gear down from sixth to third. I straighten up as I near the curve then lean again as I take the exit, my knee softly rubbing the ground as I take a curve rated at 20 miles per hour at close to 115. After I leave the hill I gun it and lean to the left, shooting out in front of a minivan, its horn blaring as I disappear into the night ahead of the driver. God I love this thing.

I know what you’re asking: how did a high school senior get a forty-grand motorcycle? Well, it’s simple- when you bring a bunch of precious gems in one world that are anything but in another, selling them off a little at a time cures a lot of troubles.

Speaking of troubles, here’s one now in the form of the orange light flashing on my bike’s display panel. I need gas, and soon. Thankfully there’s a gas station not far of the exit ramp. So I pull in to the nearest empty pump and click off the engine. I undo my helmet and shake the stray strands of hair from my face. I unzip my leather jacket and sit up, stretching out my back after a good night’s ride.

I climb off and pop the gas tank open, then deal with the pump. As I swipe my card and enter my pin, my right thigh starts vibrating. I pull the pump with my left hand, while fishing out my phone with my right. I see I have a call, from Fluttershy. I can’t help but let a soft smile crease my lips looking at her picture. Despite the cruel things I did to her, she was the first to welcome me back into their little group of friends. She was the one I could talk to the most when I first showed up, and after that whole demon-shimmer thing, we picked right back up where we left off.

“H..hello?” I hear the adorable voice on the other end of the line.

“Didn’t think you’d be up, Flutters”. I reply, leaning against the bike as I watch the numbers roll on the gas pump.

“Oh..well…I wasn’t very sleepy…But what are you doing up? That is… if you don’t mind me asking…” All these years, and that bunny she sneaks in her backpack has more balls than her.

“Its fine, Flutters, really. I’m just on a night time ride. The real question is, why are you awake? Usually you’re dead asleep by now.” Fluttershy normally isn’t awake past nine at night. That’s why she’s always at school so early.

“Oh..well…Rainbow Dash wanted to know if you were going to take up her offer.”

Of course…it had to be Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy’s best friend and all around athlete. She wants me to reprise my role as center forward on the school football team. And before you ask: yes, it’s one of those games that reminded me of home. Yes, I stopped playing because Rainbow Dash and I fell out. But not because I was becoming school royalty; it was more of a “Dash can’t share the spotlight” problem. Now that I’m back to normal and all, she thinks that playing again will somehow repair my wrecked reputation.

“Flutters, you know how I feel about playing with Dash,” I reply and squeeze the pump handle one or two more times before withdrawing pipe from tank.

“Oh I know Sunset, but think about the popularity you could get back!”

“What makes YOU think-” I stop myself before I unload on Fluttershy. “I don’t need popularity right now after what happened… It only makes my problems worse.”

“Then play to clear your head. You keep telling me about the voice, it’ll keep your mind off it.”

“Flutters, I really don’t think-”

“Pleeeeease? I think you’ll do really well!”

Celestia dammit, I can’t resist her when she gets into her pleading voice. It’s like a million angels tugging at your heart. So I do the only thing I can, and relent to my friend’s wishes.

“Alright, alright. Tell Dash I’m in. Now go to bed.”

I swear I hear a squee on the other side of the phone “That’s great news! I’ll tell her right away. See you tomorrow Sunset Shimmer!” She actually uses my full name as she hangs up the phone.

I don’t know what’s got her so excited. She doesn’t have to deal with the ego that is Rainbow Dash at practice, or that Lightning Dust girl. Of course Dash thinks I can “bridge the gap” somehow, like I know how to keep the peace with anyone. But if I’m going to learn what it means to be a good friend, I guess I can start on the field.

So I seal the gas tank and start the motor on my ride. As I put my helmet back on, I can’t help but think that a return to the field might actually be a good idea.

Author's Note

Football=Soccer here. Also Read and Review please! I want to make this a good story for all of you