Fuzzy Blue Lights

I don't know why you hate singing. I think you sound beautiful.

"M-Moved?" Fluttershy's eyes widened at the teacher's words, unable to fully process them. "Moved where? Why? Was she being bad?" Oh, how that Rainbow often found ways to land herself in the principle's office.

"No, Fluttershy," Mrs. Field huffed, looking down at the small girl from behind her thick spectacles. "The Rainbow family all moved out of Windy City."

Moved... out of Windy City? So that was... far away, it sounded like.

"Do you know when she'll be back?"

"Please take your seat." Mrs. Field said dismissively.

Confused, and a little hurt, Fluttershy returned to her table. She sat next to Rainbow Dash every day, or at least she should have. Rainbow Dash was a peculiar girl. She did a lot of dumb boy things, like picking her nose and putting her feet on the table, but she was pretty much the only kid who got along with Fluttershy.

They played together, ate lunch together, and had even slept next to each other during naptime. It hadn't always been like that, though. A few days after kindergarten started, one boy was yanking on Fluttershy's hair (and Fluttershy did nothing in response, as according to her mother, that's just the sort of thing boys do when they like a girl), and Rainbow Dash just marched up to him and dumped a carton of orange juice on him.

She got put in time out, which Fluttershy thought was unfair. So, Fluttershy dumped her baggie of animal crackers in the puzzle box. Now imprisoned with Rainbow, she took the opportunity to thank her for what she did. Rainbow Dash just grinned her toothy grin and said, "Don't worry about it."

They became best friends after that. For over two years, they did everything together (and good thing, too. Once second grade came around, Rainbow Dash practically relied on Fluttershy to learn how to write. Not that Fluttershy minded). They were inseparable. So of course, it was a huge shock for Fluttershy to learn that her best friend had apparently moved without a word.

Why would she do that? Fluttershy fumed. Friends shouldn't move!

Her inner pouting was silenced by a sharp twip on the back of her neck. Reaching back, Fluttershy felt something warm and wet stuck to her skin. A couple boys behind her snickered, and she turned just in time to see them hide their straws under the table.

It was then that Fluttershy realized: the only reason nobody had picked on her was because Rainbow Dash stuck with her. Fluttershy cried out; her suspicions were most certainly confirmed when the girl beside her kicked her shin.

Mrs. Field looked up. "Is something the matter, Fluttershy?"

Feeling eyes locked onto her, Fluttershy shook her head. For some reason, it felt rather selfish, but Fluttershy hoped that wherever Rainbow Dash moved, she would come back soon.