Her Sentence as a Pony: Book One

All lunch period Shade puts up the fliers for the Gardening Club. About two minutes after meeting Wallflower, Shade receives a text from an unknown number. The text immediately identifies the sender as Wallflower along with several attachments of a variety of flowers, bushes, and various flora. Shade and Wallflower use up the hour of lunch to send pictures of their gardens and plants they like.

On her way to class a ping from her phone alerts her to a text message. With the slightest of smiles, she pulls the device out of her pocket and furrows her brow at the screen.

Did you eat lunch?

Before she can reply another text from the same number pops up.

You can’t come home until you send me a picture of you eating.

She growls.

Another message quickly follows.

No lab for a week and only sweets for the week if you don’t send a pic by the end of the school day.

Her grip tightens around the phone.

Ping!

Love you!

Shade huffs and rolls her eyes at the message and heart emoji at the end of the text. She types her five letter word reply before entering the science class.

Tech smiles at the text.

Ditto.

“Mister Tech?” Tech looks up to see a white skinned man with blue hair and black sunglasses that hides his eyes and match with his black suit. “The President is ready for you, sir.”

Tech jumps to his white sneakers and slides the phone into his jeans. He tugs on his navy blazer and straightens his blue tie before following the guard.

In the music room where fifth period currently has Shade, she sits patiently as the teacher goes over the Baroque era of music. A style familiar to Shade and the similarity of the names in this world parody the famous musicians of that other world. The names may have similarities but the music stays exactly the same. Which is nice. She likes the “Four Seasons” concerto, especially “Winter”.

“Now,” the teacher turns away from the blackboard to address the class of twelve students, “can anyone tell me another famous Baroque composer? Shade raises her hand. “Go ahead, Miss Shade.”

Shade stands up from the desk. She walks towards the teacher who wears a look of confusion and stops in front of the violin resting in it’s case on the teachers desk. “May I?” Shade asks as she points to the violin with an open hand.

The teacher beams from ear to ear. “Please! I love listening to my students play!”

Shade nods and picks up the violin along with the bow. She plucks the strings making sure they are in tune which they are. She then begins playing “Partita in D minor” much to the surprise of the class and teacher.

Applause from the teacher five minutes into the song makes Shade stop playing. She looks to the teacher doing the clapping.

“Well done! How long have you been playing the violin?” The teacher asks as he sits back down in the chair.

“Does it matter?” Shade places the violin and bow back into the case. She returns to her seat.

“I suppose it doesn’t.” He laughs while getting to his feet. “What Miss Shade gifted us with is a small sample of the ‘Partita in D minor’ composed by...”

The rest of the period goes by without incident, even with the piercing violet eyes watching her. She ignores the gray skin girl observing her and continues to draw designs of various instruments.

An idea pops into her mind. She mulls on the idea for a moment. Should she start a channel of instructional videos for various instruments? She already has a channel for teaching all the subjects in school for grades one through twelve that she does for the orphans. She has a channel for discussing and reviewing the latest technology and gadgets which she co-hosts with Tech. She has a channel for testing and reviewing weapons that she co-hosts with August. Her newest channel she plays and reviews video games. She also appears regularly on a channel where Tech and his friends play tabletop role-playing games and talk about nerdy and geeky things.

One more channel will not be a problem. She will just have to rearrange her schedule. Oh, and make the instruments. Possibly make a time lapse video of that process. Once the bell rings, she packs up her things and heads to her next class: art.

That class goes by without anything significant happening. The lesson is about drawing three dimensional geometric shapes. After drawing all the objects the teacher wants, Shade begins to draw four dimensional geometric shapes. Before she can start on the five dimensional objects, the bell rings, she packs up her sketch book and pencils ready to leave. A three dimensional form stands in her way as she slings her backpack onto her shoulders.

“You’re a pretty good artist,” the fake Sunset Shimmer says. She wields a smirk with her arms across her chest.

“Is there something you need?” Shade keeps her tone even and has the luxury of the mask hiding her scowl.

“Let’s walk and talk.” Sunset saunters out of the room casting a quick glance over her shoulder to see if the mask wearing girl is following. She is. Of course she is. Sunset rules the school and everyone does as she says. “It takes a lot to impress me. Congratulations. I want you to join the yearbook committee.”

Before Shade can shoot down the idea the false Sunset continues.

“Not only will you be seen with me—which you want—“ Sunset emphasizes by flipping her hair, “you will also be able to carry out your investigation with little suspicion.”

Shade seriously doubts she can hide from Autumn and is not trying to. Autumn no doubt has had plenty of time to plan out contingency after contingency if the two year old posts give Shade any clues. Yellow eyes flick to the false Sunset standing and waiting close by with waning patience. She extends her hand to the false Sunset.

Sunset grins. She accepts the hand with a firm shake. “Welcome aboard, assistant.”