“Hey, it was YOUR idea.” Scootaloo said, narrowing her eyes.
“I wasn’t the one who slipped on a banana peel.” Sweetie Belle countered.
“So, you admit that it was still your idea!”
“I admit NOTHING!”
“Will both of ya just SHUT UP?” Applebloom interrupted. “We all know this is Button’s fault.”
“Was not!” Button replied indignantly.
“Was too!”
A loud clearing of the throat cut the argument short. “Don’t you four have homework to do?”
Jacob Fizzle, the chemistry teacher, eyed the students from his desk.
“Actually,” Sweetie Belle replied, raising her hand in the air, “I finished all of mine already.”
“Well then, read a book or something.”
The Great and Powerful Trixie suppressed the urge to groan. Why must she be trapped in a room with these simpletons for three hours? It just wasn’t fair. What had she done wrong? Well, besides saying a few rude things to the teacher. But it was justified! Who was he to--
“Trixie, mumbling under your breath still counts as talking.”
