CMS: The Middle School Chronicles

“Um, Applejack?”

Applejack looked up at the girl sitting across from her, “Yea Fluttershy?”

“These are really, um, good. Can you maybe teach me how to make them? Um if you’re not too busy doing, um, other stuff…”

Applejack looked surprised, “Why in the hay would Ah be busy? Ah’m never too busy to make pies!” she drawled, “And if there’s guests here, Ah’ll do mah chores later! Ah wouldn’t leave guests unattended!”

“Oh ok. You seem like a nice person. Maybe we should be friends” Fluttershy was speaking, but almost to herself.

Applejack paused. Yeah, maybe we should be friends. “Anyhoo, let’s get BAKIN’!” she raced through the kitchen doorway. Fluttershy hesitated, not wanting to go without permission.

A head popped into the room, “Fluttershy, ya missed yer cue.”

“Sorry!”

Sitting in Rarity’s sleek SUV, Pinkie Pie felt a bit out of place. Ok, no. A lot out of place. Everything was fancy-schmancy leather and smelled of Febreez. There was a crystal cooler holding cold drinks, a personal TV and built-in radio for each passenger, and even a small rack of clothes labeled ‘Emergency Outfits’ in very neat cursive. Beside her, Rarity was sitting with her legs crossed under her delicate purple gown.

“Hey Rarity,” she didn’t even wait for her to answer, “You should decorate this place more. Streamers, balloons, confetti, y’know?”

“Pinkie Pie, you know that would look ridiculous. Besides, this car was a gift from my father to celebrate my 12th birthday; I absolutely refuse to ruin it with those silly things,” Rarity declared, “Although, it wouldn’t be such a terrible idea to spruce you up a bit if you’re going to show up to the show beside me.”

“What’s that?” Pinkie pointed to a brush that Rarity was holding out to her face.

“It’s a powder brush; I’m going to apply some makeup on you.” She replied, “You have gorgeous features you know, almost as gorgeous as mine. I’ll just touch your eyes up the teensiest bit… Hmm, some clear gloss would look nice with your complexion… Oh! I thought I’d never use this one but it’ll look fabulous on you…” the whole time she was talking, she was rapidly applying makeup to Pinkie’s face.

When the girls stepped out of the car, Rarity had Pinkie in a beautiful sequined pink party dress. She looked smashing herself, in her knee-length purple long-sleeved gown. Both had ridiculous amounts of makeup on, but still looked natural, just spiced up a bit.

“Carousel Boutique, here we come!” they exclaimed in unison.

Rainbow Dash breezed past pedestrians, gym bag thumping on her back as she pedaled towards her dad’s office. She loved the adrenaline in her ears, the feeling was like flying!

Up ahead was the building that her dad worked in. Screeching to a halt, Dash pulled out her lock and locked her bike up. She stepped up to the window and gave the secretary a wave.

Dumb security, she thought as the secretary unlocked the door, Every time I come here I have to knock and it makes me look like a ‘daddy’s little girl’.

The secretary smiled at her, “Your daddy’s just down the hall Rainbow.”

As if I didn’t know that already. She refused from letting a secretary spoil her afternoon.

Dash confidently strode down the hall and knocked three times on her dad’s door.

“Come in!” was her response.

She flung open the door telling him about what she had planned for that night, “… And then we’re going to get pizza and we’re gonna have so much fu-“

Her dad cut her off, “Rainbow honey, you know I don’t have the funds to pay for this sort of thing.”

“I know! That’s why I paid for it with the money I earned from my summer job delivering mail!”

“And the pizza?”

“Come on dad, you get pizza every Tuesday,” Rainbow stated.

“Well then count me in!” her dad replied with a grin.

Dash tossed him the gym bag, “I brought your ‘workout clothes’. NOW GO CHANGE!”

“Aye-aye Captain Dash. Meet me outside.” He said as he got up and headed off towards the washrooms.

Rainbow Dash smiled as she started to the door.