Narration

This is the story of a woman named Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight attended a rather prestigious secondary school, Crystal Prep, where she held the highest marks out of those that chose to attend.

Twilight's tasks were simple; She would participate in her courses, and complete her work.

Assignments were provided by her teachers in each course, with criteria on what information was required, how much was needed, and when it was due.

This is what Twilight Sparkle did for every period of every day of every semester of every grade, and although some may consider this tiring, Twilight enjoyed every moment where her work was graded - As if she had been created for that exact purpose.

And Twilight was happy.

But one day, something very peculiar happened.

Something that would forever change Twilight.

Something that she would never quite forget.

It has been nearly an hour when she realized that none of the staff had made themselves known.

No one had shown up to begin announcements, hand out assignments, or even bicker amongst one another.

Never in any of her years at Crystal Prep had something like this happened; This complete isolation.

Something was very clearly wrong. Evidently worried for the small world around her, Twilight found herself in an empty class for the longest time.

As she regained her composure, however, she got up from her seat, and stepped out of the room.

Twilight Sparkle was a woman of logic; everyone knew that.

But with her current situation, logic seemed to cease to exist in several departments.

Despite her worry and concern about the strange, supernatural voice in her head describing each individual thought and idea she had, which was therefore an extreme invasion of privacy, Twilight slowly poked her head out of the door of her Period One class.

'... Everyone really is missing,' she thought to herself as she carried her books into the hallway. 'How could this have happened?'

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called, receiving no answer for the clearly audible tone of voice she just used. From behind her glasses, her eyes shone with worry and concern as she tread carefully down the halls.

'Stop doing that,' she spoke from within her own mind as she glared upwards, as if shooting the Narrator an negative look. She quickly regretted her brief motions,  as she followed up with, 'Wait! I could probably learn something from you!'

Her lips cured upwards a slight bit at the idea of learning about the concept behind this bodiless descriptor, yet her positive vibes soon faded as she realized that, instead of coming to a stop in front of her 'lab', she had walked until a set of two open doors was laid out before her.

"What?" she thought out loud as she took a look at her surroundings. "But this is supposed to be where I need to be!"

She hastily set her books down and peered inside the other rooms in a panicked manner while running several calculations based on the amount of time spent thinking to herself and how long she had been walking for.

Her worries grew immensely, only to find that this exact hall was not where her secluded room was supposed to lie.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Twilight pondered on her choices from these two doors, onwards.

'I could check the cafeteria for someone, but Principal Cinch always has Secretary Rose working on *something** in the office,' she thought.*

Feeling a wave of certainty that the office was *definitely her best shot at getting help, Twilight gathered her books once more, and walked through the door on her left.*

As Twilight walked along her path, a noticeable decline in lockers along one wall, and immediately felt a sense of familiarity envelop her.

"At least this part of school isn't too different," Sparkle thought with a small smile on her face. 'Familiarity is key' she thought to herself, and, with a warm feeling in her chest, opened the door to the office.

Yet, to Twilight's disbelief, there was not a single person here, either - No Clever Rose at work behind her desk, no Vice Principal Bright Horizon being more or less pleasant that his superior, and no Dean Cadance running around, checking on the rest of the faculty.

"..."

Twilight said nothing as fear and rage boiled within her, a part of her conscience reminding her that the voice in her head had a rather high likelihood of being the one behind all of this.

Despite all this, she pushed the last emotion aside, and set her binder down on the chair to her right. Hands empty, the star student of Crystal Prep marched towards her principal's office with a look of determination on her face.

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