Chapter 2
Okay, this isn't that sucky

Twilight sat in English class, bored out of her mind. She had already learned most of the English language from Canterlot Academy, and was surprised to see some people struggling with where they should put commas.

This was her second day at Ponyville High School, and she didn't have much of an opinion of it.

"I must have been put into foundation English by mistake. Well, this sucks." She muttered underneath her breath.

Glancing at the clock she began to count down the remaining minutes.

"Thirty minutes......twenty-nine minutes....."

"Pop Quiz!"

Upon hearing the class groan in unison, Twilight sat taller. Finally, some sort of challenge!

The tests were handed out, and soon the only sound that could be heard was the sound of pencils scratching on paper.

Twilight answered the questions quickly and easily, and was soon done.

She looked around at the rest of the class, and soon her eyes met with an incredibly bulky teenager with a blond buzz cut.

She watched as he began to rip his paper apart, growling. He then got up, kicked the door open, screamed "Bulk Biceps, YEAH!", and left.

No one in the class looked even remotely shocked or surprised, and kept writing.

Twilight groaned and banged her head off the desk.

"Why me....?!"

And then the bell rang. The teacher, Mr. Shores, stood up and began collecting the tests.

"You can all come back after school to get your test back. I'll have them done by then."

The class swarmed out of the small area and began looking for their lockers or their next class.

Twilight walked up to the teacher.

He looked up and smiled.

"Anything you need, Twilight?"

Twilight pulled down her vest and straightened her tie out of habit.

"I think I'm in the wrong class."

The teacher raised two eyebrows and beckoned her to go on.

"Is this the foundation English?"

Mr. Shores laughed.

"It is, actually. And I'll talk to Celestia about it. I'm sure it was just a mix up. You were meant to be in higher English, yes?"

Twilight nodded. Mr. Shores patted her on the back and smiled.

"I'll deal with it. You should be moved by the end of the week. You go down to lunch."

Twilight left the room with an air of triumph.

She was on her way to the cafeteria when she heard it. Laughter. Not happy laughter, cruel laughter.

Twilight stood straight against the wall and peeked over the corner.

"Next time you bump into Trixie, she will be sure to destroy you."

"I'm sorry..."

Twilight recognised the first girl as the one in the prom photos, and the other as Fluttershy.

"Who's Trixie...?" She asked herself.

Twilight, realising this was a chance to get nearer to the shy girl, stepped out into the hall.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

The older girl glared at her and pushed Fluttershy to the side.

"And just who are you!?"

Twilight took a few steps closer to her.

"Who are you?!"

The girl groaned, frustrated she pointed a finger at Twilight.

"I asked you first!"

"I asked you second!"

"That's not even proper grammar! Are you in foundation English or something?!"

"Yes! But it was all a mistake and I'm going back to higher English at the end of the week! So shut up! I'm really not in the mood for this!"

"Oh, because the great and popular Trixie is!"

"WHO THE HELL IS TRIXIE!?"

The older girl shoved her face into Twilight's.

"I AM!"

Twilight shoved her.

"THEN WHY IN THE HELL DO YOU SPEAK IN THIRD PERSON?! ITS REALLY MISLEADING! I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN A CULT OR SOMETHING!"

Trixie groaned even louder than before.

"Trixie is leaving! Your idiocy is rubbing off on her. Goodbye random girl with purple hair, this is not the last you'll see of me!"

Twilight sighed and looked for Fluttershy, only to find the hallway empty.

"The bitch left! After I stood up for her and everything! Not even a thank you! Argh!"

"Are you alright, darling?"

"If this chick thinks for one second I'm going to turn around..." Twilight muttered, before turning around only to see Rarity from the day before. "Yes, great, actually. I was just heading to lunch."

Rarity walked towards her and let go of her posture.

"Oh, yes, lunch."

Twilight looked surprised.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not so sure I can eat without getting bombarded by my peers. 'Oh, Rarity, how do you get your hair so incredibly fabulous?', 'Rarity, please make out with me behind the bleachers.' She imitated, clearly annoyed.

Twilight put a reassuring hand on her back.

"I'm sure you'll find some way out of it without leaving your best friends."

Rarity looked up.

"Pardon?"

"I said I'm sure you'll find some way out of it by making amends."

Rarity looked at her weirdly.

"I don't think I heard you correctly."

"I'm sure you'll find some way out of it."

Rarity nodded once.

"That's what I thought you said. Thank you for listening to me, I'm sure it was quite boring. It's just popularity isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"That's what I said about being good at English, until I got put into foundation English by mistake."

Rarity blinked.

"Alright then. Oh here's the cafeteria, I ought to be going, Trenderhoof gets restless if I take too long."

"Restless, or horny?"

"What!?"

"Restless? He must love you very much if he can't stand to be away from you for that long."

"Mm, he is great... Well, bye I suppose."

And with that, Rarity went stalking off towards the table closest to the windows.

Twilight, deciding to skip lunch because how much she got sick yesterday, found Pinkie and Rainbow waiting for her at the table they were at yesterday.

"Hey, guys. Where's Spike?"

Pinkie waved happily, all evidence of the sadness from the day before gone, her hair puffier than ever.

Dash waved at her to sit down.

"Hey, egghead. He's not in today. How's foundation English?"

Twilight slid into her seat and groaned.

"It's horrible. The teacher seems nice enough, but the entire class are a bunch of idiots. I'm getting changed at the end of the week- how did you know I was in foundation English?"

Dash took a drink of her water.

"Who do you think put you there?"

Pinkie giggled.

"Oh, Dashie. You're too funny sometimes."

Twilight's eye twitched.

"You're the reason I have to endure being in a class full of idiots...?"

"Uh huh."

"You're on my death list."

Rainbow Dash steadily ignored this statement by pointing at the lunch menu.

"Someone switched the words around again."

Both Twilight and Pinkie turned to look at the lunch menu.

Macaroni and Cheese had been changed to Mac on Rac.

Twilight tilted her head in confusion.

"I don't get it."

Dash sighed.

"No body does, and no body ever catches who does it. It's weird."

Pinkie stared at it, her eyes squinted, before jumping up.

"Maybe it means mack on a woman's rack! Come here, Dashie! I wants to gets my mack on!"

Dash pushed Pinkie back into her seat.

"Oh no you don't. I'm not having those lesbian rumours follow me around forever."

Twilight blinked slowly.

"Wait. So you're not a dyke?"

Dash looked at her, eyes wide.

"What?! No! Who the hell told you that?!"

Twilight shrugged.

"No one, I kinda just figured you and Pinkie were like... an item, but in secret."

Pinkie pffted.

"Ha! I wish! Then I could put all my whipped cream to good use..."

Twilight furrowed eyebrows while Dash turned a bright red. What did she mean by..... Oh...... That...

Spike would've been glad he wasn't in that day.

Or maybe he wouldn't have been... I don't know. Some guys are into that, some aren't. Whatever.

"Okay! That got weird quickly!" Rainbow Dash said trying to get as far away from Pinkie as possible.

"Aww, Dashie! You're no fun!" Pinkie pouted, before returning to her pasta as if nothing happened.

Twilight kinda wished nothing did happen.

Twilight sauntered into her foundation English class only to find there was someone in there already. Being the nosy person she was, she hid by the door and listened in.

"Look, Applejack, I know you study hard, but this D isn't any proof of it."

"Ah swear, sir. Ah study real hard. Ah just don't know what's wrong with me."

"There is nothing wrong with you, Applejack, you're just not studying hard enough. But it's not just punctuation, it's spelling. Maybe you just need to go over your spellings. You're a very smart girl, Applejack. You just need to try that extra bit harder."

"Yessir."

"Maybe we should assign you a tutor."

"Maybe."

"I'll check the schools volunteering tutors. For now, you just get home and study, alright? I'll have someone by tomorrow."

"Yessir."

Twilight quickly began pacing towards the door as if she had just arrived, and hadn't been listening to the conversation.

A tall, tanned blonde walked out, studying her quiz, obviously trying to figure what she did wrong. A brown Stetson sat on her head.

She walked past Twilight without a second glance, and left Twilight with a question finally answered.

"So that's Applejack."

She stepped into the classroom, which felt strangely empty, apart from Mr. Shores.

The idea of empty seats in a classroom was alien to her, I suppose.

Mr. Shores smiled as he handed her the test.

"A+, why am I not surprised?"

Twilight gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, sir. But I was wondering, where do you sign up to tutor people for English and Maths? I hate to brag, but I'm exceedingly brilliant at both and would love to help someone do better."

Mr. Shores grinned.

"No need, I have just the person in mind. Would you mind starting tomorrow afternoon?"

Twilight smiled widely.

"I would love to."

Author's Note

For anyone who's asking, because it's such a big school, there are two lunch times. Half the school,p goes to lunch A, at 10:40
The other half goes at 11:10