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Smart Cookie groaned and slammed the paper down on the desk. "Another F! My parents are going to kill me!" This was the third F she had gotten in the past month. Angrily shoving her math quiz into her school bag, she ran out of the school to catch up with her friend, who was slowly walking away from her while singing to himself.

"Au Claire de la lune, j'ai pêté dans l'eau," he sang, completely unaware that there was a filly running after him, tripping over her own hooves multiple times. "Ça faisait des bulles, c'était rigolo-Hey!" he yelled as Smart Cookie plowed into him. "What was that for? I'm telling!"

"Oh shut up, Dusty, it's only me. And I'm pretty sure you're getting the words of that song wrong," Smart Cookie told him, standing up. "You really need to get better at music or Celestia might banish you to the moon 'cause she's so sick of hearing your voice," Smart Cookie taunted.

"I'm gonna be a rock star when I grow up, just you wait and see. And I am not singing it wrong. My older brother taught it to me yesterday, and he's a big colt. He's always right," Dust Bunny declared.

"Whatever you say. What'd you get on your quiz?" Smart Cookie asked.

"I got a B. I think it's stupid that we get graded on stuff. My brother says that he was never graded on stuff in kindergarten. He just played games and learned about weather."

"I already know about weather. It can be hot or cold, and sometimes it rains and the thunder makes lightning. Oh, and there's the tornado storms too. They make everything shake," Smart Cookie explained.

"No, that doesn't sound right... I thought they made things really spinny? I'll ask my brother, he knows a lot about weather."

Smart Cookie playfully shoved Dust Bunny. "Nobody cares about your smarty pants brother, besides, my older sister says colts are stupid. She's probably right, because my little brother really ugly and dumb. He can't even talk," she complained.

"Colts are not stupid," Dusty protested, "colts are awesome. And fillies have icky germs."

"I don't have icky germs!" Smart Cookie argued.

"You know what else you don't have? Your cutie mark."

"So? Neither do you."

"I'll get it soon. How did your violin lesson go yesterday? It better have been good enough to leave my house early for."

Smart Cookie shook her head and shuddered at the memory of the awful screeching sound she had produced. "It's definitely not my special talent. The instructor told me to lighten up on my magic 'cause I was putting too much pressure on the violin stick thingy, but when I told her I didn't know how, she wouldn't believe me. She called me a liar and sent me home early. "

_____ started to laugh, but quickly stopped and winced when he received a glare from his friend. "Sorry. Anyway, we're at my house now. I gotta go. See you tomorrow, Cookie."

"Bye," Smart Cookie said glumly as he sprinted over to his house. Now she was alone. She didn't like walking alone. Whenever she was alone, she always got really nervous and panicky. Scared, even. Normally, she would rush home as fast as she could to be with her parents. Today, however, she failed a quiz. Which did she prefer? Angry parents or being alone? Being alone or angry parents?

"Angry parents, definitely. That's future me's problem, and right now me's problem is being alone. I like right now me better," she said to herself decidedly. Speaking out loud helped her cope with the nervousness of being alone. Cheerilee had said something about how it worked in class once, but, as usual, Smart Cookie hadn't been paying attention. Instead, she had been daydreaming about her life once she was a grown-up and didn't have to go to school anymore or listen to parents. She was thinking about what she would do when she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Her daydreams often consisted of eating ice cream for every meal and playing on the playground all day long.