Scootaloo watched as Sweetie Bell spun the silver tiara in her small hooves. The little white hoof moved in small circles through the air with the shiny trinket following it, similar to a hula hoop. They'd probably be dead or buried alive if she saw what they were doing with that tiara of hers.
Scootaloo leaned back in her seat, carrying a mischievous grin on her face. Her small wings buzzed excitedly. The young pegasus could care less if she waltzed right through the classroom door, demanding where is namesake crown is. She turned her head toward the door.
Applebloom was currently stationed in front of the door. She offered to take the job of the "lookout" to make sure nopony saw them. The earth pony also had the longest attention span and perhaps better grades than either of her two partners in crime, and was determined to prove that. The yellow filly stepped away from the door and let out a yelp as a blur sped through the entrance and towards an empty desk.
Two fillies stopped what they were doing to see that the blur was just a colt. The third one, who was undoubtedly the most shocked at this young colts appearance, let what was spinning around her hoof, sail across the room.
Into the damned garbage can.
Once again everypony held their breaths, the only difference now would be that the gray colt was being effected, rather than causing it. Immediately after, all three ponies turned to look at the white unicorn. Everypony was silent as they exchanged accusing stares. Finally, not being able to hold in her question, Applebloom spoke.
"Who the hay are you?" She asked, facing the gray pony, "And why did you throw it into the trash can of all places?!" the young farmer questioned Sweetie Bell.
The colt was about to respond, but the filly cut him off.
"I-I didn't mean to! It just slipped I swear!" her voice cracked when she said "mean".
Scootaloo, irritated that they were still talking about this when one of them could go and pick it up, joined the conversation.
"Guys relax! I think its safe to say that its this guy's fault Sweetie goofed!"
"Wha?-How?-I didn't even do anything!" the colt chipped in. He knew that was a lie. If he didn't open the door, none of this would've happened at all. The girls knew it too.
"Liar!" Applebloom shouted," you opened the door and startled us!"
"Yeah, it is your fault!" Sweetie piped up.
Scootaloo just sighed deeply. She was on her way across the room when the bell rang. Recess was over. Quickly, she leaped into her seat and stared forward. I have to look like I'm innocent , she thought.
Just then, dozens of children came pouring in from the door and caught sight of Applebloom and Sweetie Bell and the colt she thought was named Crumble rush to their seats.
***
Three hours of blood, sweat, and tears later, school was over and everypony could go home. Sweetie Bell knew she had to do something,before it was too late. The Crusaders had made a plan with nothing but sticky notes and pencils with worn out erasers.
Applebloom and Scootaloo would go after the colt who caused this(sort of),and Sweetie would stay after class to see if she could get to the tiara before its whereabouts were known.
As her two friends parted with wishing her good luck, which were more along the lines of, "Don't screw this up, Sweetie!", she went back inside the classroom only to stare at the unwelcoming sight inside.
***
Rumble was walking home quicker than usual. Well, not walking, more like running. Running for his dear, dear life. At this very moment, two fillies,that in his opinion were insane, were chasing him. He didn't want anything to do with them. He didn't want to take part in the shenanigans that were their everyday life. He just wanted to go home.
