Art of a Sun's Love Volume 1

A couple of years passed, and for Flash, Vincent, and Sunset as well as their friends, the next three school years, apart from the odd fight or illness, were largely uneventful. By August 2006, Flash had begun the next step of his education; Canterlot Middle School. For Fictionary, it was also the start of her own education at Rainbow Falls Elementary like her brothers before her. She was filled to the brim with excitement.

"What'll it be like?" she squeaked, "Are the teachers nice? Is every other kid nice? What does my first classroom look like?"

"Gee, Fictionary," said Flash, rolling his eyes - he was in the front seat with Lullaby Strings, who was driving. "We get it; you're excited about school, but can you calm down a bit? It's not like we're seeing our favorite rock stars in person!"

"Oh, lighten up, Flash," said Vincent, "I was a bit afraid when going to school, but now I'm willing to make a new friend or two."

"Ohh, making new friends is fun!" said Fictionary, "I mean, I know about Sunset, Rainbow Dash, Soarin, Song Cue, and Fluttershy, but I can't wait to make friends of my own, and maybe they'll like you two too!"

Vincent chuckled; he loved his little sister's optimism and spirit.

Soon enough, they arrived at Rainbow Falls Elementary School. No sooner did the car stop than when Fictionary leaped out of her seat and opened the door.

"Slow down, dear," laughed Lullaby as she got out, "wait until I've come to a complete stop in order to get off; not a partial one."

"I partially get up in a partial stop," joked Flash as he and Vincent got out. Vincent laughed at that as well.

"Vincent, Fictionary, both of you have fun," said Lullaby, "but don't go picking fights with bullies."

"Yes, mom," said Vincent.

"We won't, mom," said Fictionary.

"That's my little angels," said Lullaby, "I hope you'll listen to me as well when we get to middle school, Flash."

"I know, mom," sighed Flash. He didn't like being reminded of that incident. With that, Vincent and Fictionary made their way to class after saying goodbye to their older brother and mother.

Whilst Fictionary was going to have Miss Hoover as her teacher, Vincent and Sunset, being older kids, had a different teacher altogether. Her name was Berry Punch, a woman in her mid-thirties with cerise eyes and hair.

"I sure hope Fictionary will be okay," said Vincent.

"Is something wrong?" asked Sunset.

"What if somebody bullies her while I'm not there to protect her?" asked Vincent, recounting his own bully incident, "The only time we'd be together is during recess, but still."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," said Sunset.

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

At last, the two made it to their classroom.

"Good morning, Miss Punch," they said.

"Hello, Vincent," she replied, "and you too, Sunset."

Meanwhile, Fictionary made her way to Miss Hoover's class. Based on what she heard from her brothers, she sounded like a nice enough teacher.

"Hello, Miss Hoover. I'm-"

"Fictionary," her teacher replied, "your brothers and mother told me about you."

"They did?" asked Fictionary.

"Yes, indeed. They said you were a sweet girl with a love for stories."

"And I like coming up with my own as well!" Fictionary added, "But where do I sit?"

"You can thit with uth!" called another voice.

Fictionary looked over to who called out to her; there stood three other girls, all roughly around her age range. One of them had gamboge eyes and amaranth hair with a light crimson bow. Another, the one who called out to her with a noticeable lisp, had fuchsia eyes underneath her blue violet glasses and curly light scarlet hair. The third had fuchsia eyes and light blue hair with a pink headband.

"Thanks," said Fictionary, and she walked over to the three girls. "I'm Fictionary; what're your names?"

"Ah'm Apple Bloom," said the girl with the bow.

"Peppermint Twitht, but you can call me 'Twitht' for thhort," said the girl with glasses.

"And I'm Heartsong," said the girl with the pink headband.

"Heartsong?" asked Fictionary, "Fluttershy and Song Cue mentioned someone of that name close to my second birthday."

"Fluttershy's my cousin and Song Cue's my sister; I'm the youngest of four kids," explained Heartsong, "you know both Fluttershy and Song Cue?"

"A little, but my brothers Flash and Vincent know them better."

"Wanna be friends?" asked Apple Bloom.

"I'd like that a lot!" squeaked Fictionary excitedly.

"Yay!" cheered Heartsong.

Soon, it was recess. Fictionary was playing ball with her new friends.

"This is fun," said Fictionary as she bounced the ball off her head.

"Yep, it sure is," said Apple Bloom, bouncing the ball back to Heartsong. Twist bounced the ball off too, but she hit it too far for Fictionary to catch.

"Oh dear!" she cried. The ball fell and hit another girl in the head.

"Hey, watch it!" she snapped. The girl who called them out was a six-year-old with cornflower blue eyes and light grayish violet hair with white streaks. On her head she wore a small tiara. With her was another girl, also a first-grader, with moderate violet eyes covered by pale opal glasses and her hair was in two shades of light gray.

"Oopth," said Twist, "thorry."

"'Thorry'?" the girl with the crown repeated in a mocking tone, "What kind of language are you speaking?"

"I thaid I wath thorry," Twist repeated, her lisp obviously getting in the way.

"Did you hear that, Silver Spoon?" the girl with the crown sneered, "Apparently she can't speak properly!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" snapped Fictionary. She did not like seeing one of her new friends being blasted all because of a speech impediment. All she did was hit a ball too hard and it landed on someone's head, and how did that other person respond? By being a jerk, that's what! This was the incident with Vincent and the bullies all over again...

"Mind your own business," snorted the girl with glasses, whom Fictionary guessed was Silver Spoon.

"It was just an accident," protested Apple Bloom, "there was no call to be rude."

"Apple Bloom's right, Diamond Tiara," said Heartsong, "we weren't bothering anybody at all."

"You know them?" asked Fictionary.

"Unthortunately," sighed Twist, "Diamond Tiara and Thilver Thpoon are the biggest thnobth in thchool."

"We heard that, candy girl!" snapped Diamond Tiara. But before any further arguing could go on, the bell rang, indicating that recess was over.

"Saved by the bell," sighed Apple Bloom in relief. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sighed with disgust, but they went for their classroom anyway.

"Thank goodness they're not in our class," said Apple Bloom.

"You and me both," agreed Heartsong.

Eventually, it was lunchtime. Once again, Fictionary was with her new friends, but a lot was on her mind.

"Why are those two so mean?" she asked, referring to Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

At first, none of the three knew what to say, but then Apple Bloom spoke up.

"They think that just because they're rich, they can treat people however they want," she said, "Diamond's family has history with the Apple family according to Granny Smith, and at least her dad's got manners."

"I say we ignore them," said Heartsong.

"Good idea," said Fictionary. But that would be easier said than done.

Just then, the two snobs in question walked by with their trays.

"Oh no," muttered Twist.

"Well, well, well," said Diamond Tiara, "if it isn't the peasants eating their gruel."

"You're eating the same gruel, as you so rudely put it, we are," said Fictionary, "what gives you the right to lord over us?"

"Because we're rich," snorted Silver Spoon, "we can lord over whomever we want."

Fictionary frowned; she knew she should ignore people like them if they were rude, but then, she had a mischievous idea to put them in their place.

"Well, at least I don't have to pay people just to tolerate me," she chuckled.

Diamond Tiara scowled at that comment. "Excuse me?!" she snapped.

"You heard me," smirked Fictionary, "the only reason you two snobs haven't been expelled for your rudeness yet is because your parents had to bribe the staff into letting you enroll."

Fictionary's friends cheered for her remarks against the rich snobs. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were too angry to say anything, and so they just stormed off.

"How'd you know how to thend them packing?" asked Twist.

"Rich snobs hate bein' mocked lak that," said Apple Bloom.

"That's not gonna cause problems for us later on, will it?" asked Fictionary.

"I sure hope not," said Heartsong.

Vincent was sitting with Sunset, Rainbow Dash, Song Cue and Fluttershy when he heard the commotion. (Much like Flash, Soarin was now in sixth grade at this point.)

"What was that?" asked Song Cue.

"Looks like your little sister's had some confrontation with some bullies," remarked Rainbow Dash, "and Fictionary too, by the looks of it."

"What?! Oh no..." Vincent went to make sure his sister was alright.

"Are you okay, little sister?" he asked with worry.

"I'm fine now, Vincent," said Fictionary, "I sent those snobs packing."

Rather than feeling proud, Vincent looked even more concerned.

"...what?"

"You remember what mom said?" said Vincent, "Don't pick fights with bullies."

"It wasn't like I laid a finger on them, which I didn't," said Fictionary.

"Besides," said Apple Bloom, "those snobs deserved it."

Vincent looked over at the little farm girl. "I see you've made a few new friends," he remarked.

"I sure did," said Fictionary, "they are Apple Bloom, Twist, and Heartsong." Just as the last name was said, Song Cue had run up to see if her sister was alright, as did Fluttershy.

"Oh, thank goodness you're not hurt," Song Cue said with relief.

"Hey there, Heartsong!" Fluttershy exclaimed happily, giving her little cousin a hug.

"So you're Heartsong," remarked Vincent.

"That I am," said the young blue-haired girl.

"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Heartsong. But still, Fictionary," said Vincent, turning to face his little sister, "even if your intentions were good, Fictionary, you could just simply ignore the bullies."

"We tried," said Fictionary, "but they wouldn't stop being annoying."

"Tell you what," said Vincent, "if you can actually ignore them from now on, I promise not to tell mom or Flash about it, okay?"

"Okay," said Fictionary.

Just then the bell rang. "Come on, Vincent," said Sunset, taking him by the arm, "time to return to Miss Punch."

"Alright, Sunset," said Vincent, "take care, Fictionary, and it was nice to meet your friends too."

"Same here," said Heartsong, "and especially nice to see Fluttershy again."

"Oh, and by the way, Heartsong," Fictionary spoke again, "you mentioned you were the youngest of four, yet we've only met your sister."

"Ah, yes! About that," Song Cue jumped in, "our mum often goes to concerts around the country, and our dad goes to nature reserves to see how they're doing."

"And because of that," added Heartsong, "the four of us are often split so our parents can spend time with us. Song Cue and I are with our mother, and currently, our brothers Rocky Road and Orange Sherbet are with dad."

"That makes sense," Fictionary nodded.

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At last, the school day had ended. Once again, Vincent and Fictionary were waiting to be picked up by Lullaby Strings along with the other kids.

"What a good day," said Fictionary, "I think I'm gonna like it here."

"I thought that on my first day too," said Vincent.

"I think we all did," giggled Sunset.

Just then, a car pulled up.

"Looks like ours," said Vincent to Fictionary, "but I wonder if it's cousin Roseluck or mom."

"Hey, little siblings," Flash called from the car window, "Mom's driving us today."

Vincent and Fictionary got into the backseat. Once buckled up and the door was closed, Lullaby drove the car away from the school. The Sentry siblings waved goodbye to their friends, old and new, and they waved back.

I wish my family could be that happy too, thought Sunset as she waved.