Sunset at Twilight

by LadyRarity

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity, Flash Sentry, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance
Length: 2939

Twilight is the new girl who faces drama, romance, bullying, and a beautiful friendship

Twi has new girl problems. She has an easy shot at popularity and an even easier one as a former gloried outcast like trixie. Twi's boyfriend is dead and she still needs a date for the dance. Encircled in a world of drama Twilight learns the meaning of friendship, love, honesty, generosity, optimism, and loyalty.

Published 2014-06-23 17:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-23 17:30:03 UTC

Interesting Morning

Author's Note

It's only the beginning of an epic adventure called highschool. Let's start it at 8 o clock a.m. inside a school bathroom where far more gossip than whizzing goes on.

Interesting Morning

" Rarity darling honestly I can't believe we allow Trixie to wear an autumn shade of lipstick when we know she's a winter, " Sunset Shimmer said as she fixed her eyeliner in the South bathroom mirror.
" I agree and she says she's devoted to us populars, but I saw her kissing Snips!" OMG, I have a pic we should totally post it on.." Rarity said but as she finished the bathroom door swung open as a lanky lavender-skinned oddly dressed girl entered the room.

"Who let Trixie off her post?! We are so posting that pic to teach her a lesson.Anyway, who are you?" Sunset asked
"Uh I'm a newbie named Twilight Sparkle," the lanky teenage girl explained.
"well, I'm Rarity and She is Sunset Shimmer and we are the two most popular girls at Canterlot High. We actually are looking for a third to replace Trixie. If you are interested sit with us at the lunch table." Rarity said . Twilight entered a stall to take a whiz. Sunset and Rarity exited the bathroom and made their way to study hall. In study hall Sunset and Rarity read romance novels aloud to the other populars who hung out in the Study hall room during 1st period. "Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had be there.She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.

But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.

Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?

The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

< 2 >

Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach.

Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.

She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

< 3 >

Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.

They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises,"Sunset read to her teary eyed peers.

Then Rarity began a funny story called Mr.Panini. "Before my many years' service in a restaurant, I attended a top science university. The year was 2023 and I was finishing the project that would win me my professorship. In the end, it resulted in my becoming a kitchen employee.

My forty-second birthday had made a lonely visit the week before, and I was once again by myself in the flat. Like countless other mornings, I ordered a bagel from the toaster. 'Yes, sir!' it replied with robotic relish, and I began the day's work on the project. It was a magnificent machine, the thing I was making - capable of transferring the minds of any two beings into each other's bodies.

As the toaster began serving my bagel on to a plate, I realised the project was in fact ready for testing. I retrieved the duck and the cat - which I had bought for this purpose - from their containers, and set about calibrating the machine in their direction. Once ready, I leant against the table, holding the bagel I was too excited to eat, and initiated the transfer sequence. As expected, the machine whirred and hummed into action, my nerves tingling at its synthetic sounds.

The machine hushed, extraction and injection nozzles poised, scrutinizing its targets. The cat, though, was suddenly gripped by terrible alarm. The brute leapt into the air, flinging itself onto the machine. I watched in horror as the nozzles swung towards me; and, with a terrible, psychedelic whirl of colours, felt my mind wrenched from its sockets.

When I awoke, moments later, I noticed first that I was two feet shorter. Then, I realised the lack of my limbs, and finally it occurred to me that I was a toaster. I saw immediately the solution to the situation - the machine could easily reverse the transfer - but was then struck by my utter inability to carry this out.

After some consideration, using what I supposed must be the toaster's onboard computer, I devised a strategy for rescue. I began to familiarise myself with my new body: the grill, the bread bin, the speaker and the spring mechanism. Through the device's rudimentary eye - with which it served its creations - I could see the internal telephone on the wall. Aiming carefully, I began propelling slices of bread at it. The toaster was fed by a large stock of the stuff, yet as more and more bounced lamely off the phone, I began to fear its exhaustion.

< 2 >
*

Toasting the bread before launch proved a wiser tactic. A slice of crusty wholemeal knocked the receiver off its cradle, and the immovable voice of the reception clerk answered. Resisting the urge to exclaim my unlikely predicament, I called from the table: 'I'm having a bit of trouble up here, Room 91. Could you lend a hand?'

'Certainly, sir. There's a burst water pipe on the floor above, I suppose I'll kill two birds with one stone and sort you out on the way,'

The clerk arrived promptly, leaving his 'caution, wet floor' sign in the corridor. He came in, surveying the room in his usual dry, disapproving fashion. I spoke immediately, saying I was on the intercom, and requested that he simply press the large button on the machine before him. 'This one, sir?' he asked, and before I could correct him, the room was filled with a terrible, whirling light, and he fell to the ground.

A minute later he stood up again, uncertainly, and began moving in a manner that can only be described as a waddle. The duck, meanwhile, was scrutinising the flat with an air of wearied distaste. I gazed at the scene with dismay. Suddenly an idea struck the clerk, and with avian glee he tottered towards the window. I spluttered a horrified warning to no avail. He leapt triumphantly from the balcony, spread his 'wings' and disappeared. I would have wept, but managed only to eject a few crumbs.

*

Hours of melancholy calculation and terrible guilt gave no progress, and left me with a woeful regret for the day's events. Determined not to give up hope, I began to burn clumsy messages into slices of bread, and slung these desperate distress calls through the window. I sought not only my own salvation, but also to account for the bizarre demise of the clerk, who must no doubt have been discovered on the street below. I soon found my bread bin to be empty, and sank again into a morose meditation.

A large movement shocked me from my morbid contemplation. Before me, having clambered up from the floor, stood my own body. It regarded me with dim cheer.

< 3 >

'I have been upgraded,' it announced in monotone. The room was silent as I struggled to cope with this information. Then:

'Would you like some toast?'

The truth dawned on me, and I wasted no time in seeing the utility of this revelation. I informed the toaster, which was now in control of my body, that I wished it to fetch help. It regarded me warily, then asked if I would like that buttered. Maintaining patience, I explained the instruction more thoroughly. I watched with surreal anticipation as my body of forty-two years jerked its way out of the flat. It rounded the corner, and there was a hope-dashing crash. It had tripped up on the 'caution: wet floor' sign. To my joyous relief, however, I heard the thing continue on its way down the corridor.

Minutes passed, then hours. I entertained myself flicking wheat-based projectiles at the cat. On the dawn of the third day, I concluded that the toaster had failed in its piloting of my body, and that help was not on its way. Gripped by the despair of one who must solve the puzzle of toaster suicide, I resigned myself to my fate.

Pushed on by a grim fervour, I began igniting the entire stock of bread. As the smoke poured from my casing, and the first hints of deadly flame flickered in my mechanisms, I began the solemn disclosure of my own eulogy.

Suddenly the fire alarm leapt into action, hurling thick jets of water across the flat, desperate to save its occupants. A piercing wail erupted from all sides, and a squabbling mixture of annoyance, relief and curiosity filtered into my mind.

*

Once the firemen had visited and deactivated the alarm, I was identified as the fault, unplugged and hauled away to a repair shop. The staff there, finding nothing to remove but a faulty speech chip, apparently put me up for sale. I only know this because, on being reconnected to the mains, I found myself in a shiny, spacious kitchen. Missing my electronic voice, I could only listen to the conversation of the staff, discussing the odd conduct of their new cook. The end of their hurried discussion heralded his arrival. I gazed at the door in silent surrender, as my body stepped proudly on to the premises, displaying its newly designed menu. At the top of the list I could discern 'Buttered bagel'," the populars laughed high-pitched laughs as the 2nd period bell rang.

First Period: Math

After Rarity finished reading, a bell tolled for math class with Mrs.Harshwhinny for all juniors. Rarity and Sunset rushed to the classroom and sprung into their seats. The late bell rang as Twilight Sparkle slid into her seat across from Sunset Shimmer. As Mrs. Harshwhinny smacked her wooden pointer against the calculus formulas on the board. But Rarity was the only popular copying down the formula because she was the valedictorian fashion designer and she needed math. Instead of paying attention, Sunset was ogling Twilight. Twilight was ogling sunset and thinking of that super-cute safety patrol guy named Flash Sentry. But her slightly NC-17 thoughts were interrupted by a harsh voice " Twilight Sparkle, why is it that you are the only student who has drawings of sunsets with stars and hearts and lightning bolts? You only have the first 3 formulas we have discussed. I am afraid you have 1 strike taken off for this week. I expect more from you," Mrs.Harshwhinny scolded.
"I'll do better next time," Twilight blushed. She almost started to ogle Sunset Shimmer again. But she had left the room. So had everyone else. Because it was time for gym.

What goes on in the Locker room stays in the Locker room.

Twilight rushed int the locker room. When she opened the door, Sunset Shimmer was twerking up a storm on the lockers. Twilight tried not to stare but, Sunset's curves were enhanced by her only garments of clothing: a laced red bra and underwear. Sunset's butt smashed into the locker multiple times. As she twerked, her boobs moved with her. Rarity slapped a lavender, indigo, and hot pink tracksuit onto the wooden bench as a signal for them to begin changing into their gym uniforms. Twilight changed quickly and as she changed she saw Pinkie-Pie having a tea party with invisible people, Trixie guzzling hard cider, AppleJack eating an apple, Rainbow Dash having a smoke, and Trixie making out with Twist in the corner(yuck! now Trixie has cooties). Nobody except RD, her, Rarity, Sunset Shimmer, and AJ were changed. As soon as Sunset caught Twilight not staring at her impeccable figure, sunset sashayed out the locker-room with Rarity. When they exited the room, Coach Priscilla Prism , RD's aunt, looked them dead in the eyes. "Look who we have here. New Meat," Coach exclaimed. "Well newbie get your ass on the treadmill and git your skinny legs a-pumpin!" she continued. Twilight, Rarity, and Sunset Shimmer sashayed to the treadmills and ran like they never did before. As soon as they got tired and began to slightly pass-out, the bell rang.
The students changed and cheered" Jail's out!" as they rushed themselves to home-economics with Granny-Smith.

Twilight was in back of the line and Twist warned her in a low-low voice "What goes on in the Locker room stays in the Locker room,"