Chapters Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
Author's Note
This chapter takes place during Hanging with the Girls from Sunset's Redemption.
In Search of an Ally
Wallflower Blush rounded a corner in the halls, then stopped in front of her locker. Her eyes began to mist over as her anger gradually transformed into sadness. She sniffled. "It's not fair," she whispered. "How could someone so cruel become so popular overnight?" She wiped a tear from her eyes. "There's got to be a way to expose Sunset as the cold-hearted bitch she is." She sighed. At least I have plenty of free time to think something up, she thought.
Wallflower opened her locker, took out a couple of textbooks from her bag, then closed it. Maybe I need friends. Someone to back me up when I need it. I just wish I wasn't so shy most of the time. She put the textbooks in her backpack, then zipped it up. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. "First things first, though," she thought aloud. "Gotta get through the rest of the school day."
Sixth period ended, and Wallflower scanned the hallways until two students caught her eyes. She vaguely recognized them as occasional tormentors of three other freshmen. She felt anxiety creep up her spine as she neared, then shook her head rapidly. She had to remind herself why she was doing this. She had to make that woman pay for toying with her emotions. She had to be just the right amount of angry to pull this off.
"What do you want," a silver-skinned girl asked with an eyebrow raised above her glasses. Her tone suggested condescension and a hint of meanness.
Wallflower flinched, then grit her teeth. "Do you two really think Sunset Shimmer's changed," she asked. She mentally slapped her forehead, cursing her sudden forwardness.
The light pink girl scoffed with a wave of her hand. "What do we care? Now that Sunset's no longer the 'Biggest Meanie' in Canterlot High, Silver Spoon and I are back at the top of the food chain!"
Wallflower gave the student a confused look. "'Food chain'?"
"What are you, an idiot," Silver Spoon snapped. "We're talking about the bitch food chain!"
I'll say , Wallflower thought.
"Now begone, THOT! We have more important things to do than waste our time talking to some rando," The pink-skinned student said, then laughed with her friend as they walked off.
Wallflower growled. After Sunset, those two are next. She fumed all the way to her next class.
Seventh period ended, and Wallflower had calmed down. Okay , she thought. Maybe I need to be a bit less direct this time. She wandered the halls until she found three students. One was large with brown hair and eyebrows. His yellow eyes were staring intently at a rock he held in his hand. "No," he said. "No gem."
The middle-sized of the three slapped the palm of his hand on the top of his head and sighed. "This is getting us nowhere ," he cried out in frustration as he dragged his hand down his spiky blue hair and eyebrows, passing his green eyes and stopping at his nose. He stomped on the floor, causing his diamond collar to jingle slightly.
The smallest of the three hopped up and down in anger, his bushy black hair bouncing along with him. "If only there was someone who could find us gems!"
Wallflower backed away slowly, intimidated by the trio. I'll try next passing period , she told herself.
Eighth period had ended, and Wallflower sighed heavily. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, she thought. Before Sunset came along, this was one of the better schools in the district. Right up there with Crystal Prep Academy. She continued to roam the halls until she noticed a student that unnerved her, but not so much that she couldn't approach the woman. She carefully, cautiously approached the student.
"Can I help you," the student asked.
Wallflower shuddered at the grey student's monotone. Whoever this was clearly meant business in everything she did! She took a deep breath, then exhaled, calming herself. Okay. Not so direct this time. "D-Do you know Sunset S-Shimmer," she asked, then mentally berated herself for showing weakness in front of someone who was clearly an alpha predator.
The student's light blue eyes remained lidded and expressionless. "I do. She's been at my house for a sleepover."
Wallflower's eyes widened. This student had been with Sunset overnight?! This was truly a woman to be feared! She took a visible effort to compose herself, yet felt more and more afraid with each passing second. "Wh-What was s-she l-lik-" Wallflower Blush covered her mouth in a panic. Lord knows what the woman would do to her if she asked about her sexual activity! "Y-Y-You know w-w-what? N-N-Nevermind!" She ran as fast as she possibly could to get away from the deranged maniac.
Pinkie Pie walked up to her sister with a smile. "Hey, Maud," she said cheerfully, then gave her a hug. "Who were you talking to?"
"I don't know. She was odd."
It had taken a while for Wallflower Blush to catch her breath from fleeing from that psychopath, but thankfully she stopped panting just before the final class of the day had started. Now that that class had ended, she slouched in defeat. She couldn't find anyone who'd want to help her in her quest to expose Sunset for the fraud that she is! She trudged over to the school's entrance, then felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see..."Trixie?"
The troublemaker of Canterlot High, Trixie Lulamoon, stood before Wallflower with her trademark sneer. "The Great, and Powerful Trrrrrrrrrrrrixie hears that you've been going around to students asking for something," she said. "Whenever someone does that, it's usually for something bad, something good, or a little bit of both."
Wallflower's eyes widened. There was hope for her yet! She allowed herself to smile. "I want to show the school that they've been duped into believing that Sunset Shimmer has changed!"
Trixie's sneer slowly vanished and turned into a scowl. "Did you say...Sunset Shimmer?" She growled. Wallflower nodded. "Whatever you've got up your sleeve, you can count Trixie in!" The pair grinned wickedly at one another, then exchanged phone numbers. They then high-tailed it to their buses.
Wallflower grinned widely as she took her seat, knowing that she had at least one person on her side.
Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
Zen and the Art of Gardening
Upon returning home from school, Wallflower Blush immediately went into her backyard and smiled as she looked upon her garden. Tulips, roses, lilies, and azaleas in all sorts of colors and rows. This was her sanctuary. Her place to think. She sighed contently as she went into her tool shed. It feels good to be home , she thought. Few things were more calming to her than keeping her plants happy and healthy. At least they never ignored her. At least they'd never hurt her...
Wallflower slapped herself on the face. This was a time for peace, not revenge. She needed to clear her head of today's frustrations. Only with a fresh mind could she plan properly. She shoved all negative thoughts to the back of her head, saving them for the day after. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She smiled as she felt a cool breeze blow through her hair, then went into the shed to grab a few things.
Wallflower left the tool shed with several gardening implements as another mild gust of wind blew, causing her favorite wind chimes to ring. She smiled warmly, then quickly snapped back to reality once she realized she was losing her grip on her tools.
As Wallflower neared her garden, she found herself wondering why more people don't take up gardening. It's calming, you get fresh air, and the rewarding feeling you get when you look at your garden? It's the best. Where would she be without gardening?
Wallflower's mother, Ericaceae Corema, had gotten her interested in the ways of gardening. Sometimes her mother's childhood friend Florid Abundance would come by and garden with them, all the while sharing anecdotes, giving pointers and laughing. She smiled fondly at the memories she had with them, then rolled up her sleeves and cracked her knuckles. "All right. Time to work my magic!"
Wallflower grabbed a giant bag, then donned her gardening gloves and grabbed a trowel. Some people prefer to spray to kill weeds, but to her, using her hands felt much more fulfilling. She pulled several out of the dirt, then placed them in the bag. When was the last time it rained, she thought as she looked up to the sky. She shrugged, then grabbed a watering can and filled it up with water from the hose. She happily hummed as she watered the plants.
If plants could talk, Wallflower thought, what would they say? What sort of knowledge could they impart to the world? She shrugged, dismissing it as a random and pointless thought as she emptied her watering can. She went back to the hose and refilled it.
Suddenly, an idea struck. Why not start a gardening club at Canterlot High? Surely she can't be the only student interested in this hobby! Sure, it would take time and patience, but that's what gardening was all about! She'd just need to get rid of that damned social anxiety. The only reason she was even able to speak to...that woman was because she was so angry that she couldn't just let it slide.
Wallflower frowned. As effective as that was, she couldn't just talk like that to every student. They'd either avoid her or start a fight, and she tried to stay out of conflicts if she could help it. It's just too stressful for her. She put her hand on her forehead and sighed. There had to be something she could do to gain enough confidence in herself in order to become better at public speaking. She shook her head. This isn't the time or place for such thoughts. All that matters is the garden.
Wallflower began walking back to her garden, then felt a droplet of rain. She looked up and noticed the skies had become rather cloudy. She sighed, then slouched in disappointment. It was nice that the plants were going to get properly watered and all, but she wanted to spend the rest of her day gardening, not being cooped up indoors!
Wallflower returned all of the tools to the tool shed and walked inside before the rain really started to come down. She stared out the window as the rain fell, then closed her eyes. She smiled, focusing on the positives of the situation. She again reminded herself that the plants were getting well-fed, and the sound of the rain relaxed her. She opened her eyes, satisfied that she made herself feel better about the situation.
Wallflower went into a bathroom and dried herself off. She took out her phone to check the time. Not a whole lot of time , she thought, but I'll take what I can get. She walked into her room and stretched.
Wallflower's room was fairly spacious, and could easily be divided for two people if the need arose. The walls of her room were painted by her father, each wall depicting luscious plant life. She smiled, eternally grateful for her dad's hard work. To her left was a walk-in closet, filled with clothes and shoes meant for various occasions. Next to it was a bookshelf containing various books on horticulture and plant science, most of which she had read at least once. She made a mental note to herself to mark which books she hadn't read yet, then took one off the shelf.
To Wallflower's right was her desk, where her computer sat. Her monitor took up a fair amount of space, but there was just enough left for a lamp and a radio to play music from. On the wall above her monitor were pictures of her favorite plants and an award for winning a local amateur gardening competition.
Behind Wallflower were posters of exotic plant life from around the world. She had hopes to someday travel to where the wonderful flora were.
In front of Wallflower was her bed, with covers, pillows and blankets as green as herself. Next to her bed was a nightstand where a bonsai tree sat next to a spray bottle.
Wallflower changed into her pajamas, then opened the book and read it until she felt sleepy. Tomorrow, she thought as she turned off her lamp. Tomorrow I'll have plenty of time to think up ways to get revenge on Sunset... She slowly fell asleep, eagerly forming ideas in her mind.
Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
The next morning, Wallflower woke up to the sound of birds chirping with a smile. Today's the day she begins plotting the downfall of Sunset Shimmer! She changed into her clothes, then opened her bedroom window. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. Few scents were more calming than the outdoors after rain. She ran downstairs and into the kitchen, when a soothing voice spoke.
"Good morning, my little sprout."
Wallflower smiled warmly at the sound of her mother's voice. She turned around and hugged her.
Ericaceae Corema, or Erica as she was sometimes called, smiled and returned the hug as her daughter's hands touched her long green hair. She broke the hug after a moment, then ran an azure hand through Wallflower's hair as her brown eyes looked at her lovingly. "Sleep well," she asked.
"I did. I take it dad's out at the moment?"
Erica nodded. "Is there anything you'd like to do this morning?"
Wallflower cupped her chin in thought for a couple of moments, then smiled. "When was the last time we both gardened together?"
Erica thought for a moment. "Has it really been that long?"
"It sure feels like it, mom."
"Well, then," Erica said as she rolled up the sleeves on her yellow t-shirt. "Let's get to it, shall we?"
Several hours later, Wallflower sat on her front porch in deep thought. She sighed heavily, putting her head in her hands as she struggled to come up with plans. This is harder that I thought it'd be. She lifted her head up. Then again, I'm not really the scheming type. She was broken out of her thoughts by three girls off in the distance.
The girl in front was light-yellow skinned, and her long crimson hair adorned with a large pink bow bounced as her orange boots clomped on the sidewalk. "I'm so glad y'all could hang out with me," the girl said. "I've been feelin' a mite lonely since all of our sisters have been spendin' a lotta time with Sunset."
Wallflower immediately snapped to full attention upon the mention of her foe's name. She crouched down slightly to be out of view, and to hear more of the conversation.
"No sweat, Apple Bloom," said a raspy-voiced girl with short purple hair as she stopped for a moment to fix her green cargo shorts. "Besides, I think Sunset could use some time with them. I heard she was getting overwhelmed with all the students following her around."
Just behind the other girl was a light gray-skinned girl. Her purple and pink hair was harboring a pink hairband, which matched her boots and jacket. A slight wind blew, causing her long light yellow skirt to billow. "I can't blame her for getting upset," she said.
Wallflower recognized the three freshmen as the Crusaders. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Sisters of Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash respectively. A wide smile formed on her lips as an idea popped into her head. She stayed away to listen in, she didn't want to come off as too strong.
"Yeah, I don't know what the big deal is," Scootaloo said, wrapping her hands on the back of her head and lacing her fingers together. "I mean, sure, she went all pony on the Dazzlings with our sisters and their friends, saving the day...but she's still just Sunset Shimmer."
Wallflower got up, then stopped. She stared at the Crusaders from a distance as they walked by her house.
What are you doing?
She remained still.
Those three freshmen know Sunset on an almost personal level!
The girls continued forward, unaware of the inner conflict brewing within their watcher.
This could be your big chance to finally get back at her!
Wallflower began to sweat.
Don't let this opportunity pass you by, Wallflower Blush!
She closed her eyes and grit her teeth, then imagined her foe sneering at her. Mocking her for her inability to form any social connections.
Newly determined, Wallflower's eyes snapped open and she ran to catch up with the Crusaders. "Wait ," she shouted, gaining the trio's attention. She again froze in place, then steeled herself. "What do you mean, 'just Sunset Shimmer'? Have you all completely forgotten the hell she put you and all the other students through?"
"'Course we haven't," Apple Bloom said with a smile. "But we've forgiven her."
"How? She ruined people's lives and enjoyed every minute of it!"
"That's just it," Sweetie Belle said, crossing her arms. "She 'enjoyed ' it. Past tense."
"And what makes you so sure she's changed," Wallflower asked.
"What makes you so sure she hasn't changed," Scootaloo countered with a frown as she put her hands on her hips.
"Because she's manipulated people into falling for her," Wallflower shouted, then blushed and added "Tricks! Falling for her tricks."
"Our sisters believe her," Sweetie Belle said. "So we believe her, too."
Wallflower sighed heavily as she put her hand on her forehead. "Okay." she said. "I can see that I won't be able to convince you, so I won't push the subject. But...if she ever does wrong you, let me know."
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "Yeah...I don't see that happening."
Apple Bloom eyed Wallflower with suspicion. "Is there somethin' you're not tellin' us?"
Wallflower opened her mouth, then shut it almost immediately. She already felt she was pressing her luck with the three as it was, and she feared if she told them the truth, she'd lose any and all chances of getting their help. Better to play it safe than sorry. "No," she said as plainly as she could.
"If you say so," Sweetie Belle said, then turned her attention to her two friends. "C'mon, girls. Dinner should be ready by now."
Apple Bloom's eyes widened. "Well what in tarnation are we waitin' for?! I'm starvin'!"
"Yeah!" Scootaloo grinned, and the Crusaders ran off into the distance as Wallflower watched.
Wallflower smiled as the girls left her sight. They may not be on my side now, she thought. But I can wait for as long as I need to.
Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
After the Crusaders left, Wallflower sat back down. She started to wonder if five people would be enough. The Dazzlings were a trio and gave the Rainbooms a run for thier money. But then again, the Dazzlings were also three magical creatures from a parallel world. Herself, Trixie and the Crusaders (though not yet ready to join) were just average, ordinary people.
On the other hand, Sunset was also a magical creature from the same parallel world as the Dazzlings, and she didn't use any magic to rule over Canterlot High. Wallflower smiled. There may just be a chance! But how would she and the others make Sunset pay? Wallflower put her head in her hands and sighed. She needed help. Luckily for her, she had at least one person she could count on.
Wallflower grabbed her phone from her pocket and started to call Trixie, but stopped at the sound of her mother's voice.
"Wallflower," Erica called out. "Dinner's ready!"
Wallflower sighed, then shrugged and went inside.
Once Wallflower finished dinner, she went back outside to the front porch. She sat down and took her phone out, checking the time. Trixie might be eating her own dinner right now, so the worst-case scenario would simply be that she'd have to leave a voicemail. Not the end of the world, she could handle that.
Wallflower dialed Trixie's number, then tapped her fingers on the porch as she waited. Several dial tones later, she was directed to voicemail.
"You have reached the Great and Powerful Trrrrrrrrrixie's voicemail!" Wallflower clenched her teeth, then turned the volume down on her phone. "Please leave a message after the beep," Trixie said in a thankfully normal tone, then the phone beeped.
Wallflower sighed, then spoke. "Hey, Trixie. It's Wallflower. I can't come up with anything, and you seem like the type who knows how to plan. Call me back when you get this message, okay? Thanks." She hung up, and decided not just sit and wait. She should pass the time, but what to do? She already spent most of the day gardening with her mom. She checked her phone for the time. There wasn't that much left of the day...
Wallflower's thoughts were interrupted as a light blue car came up the driveway. She smiled as the driver's side door opened and a tall, grey-skinned man stepped out. He scratched his light blonde hair as he took off his sunglasses, revealing dark green eyes. The man smiled as he saw Wallflower run up to him.
"Hey there, kiddo," Palette Brush said happily as he grabbed his daughter and hugged her. "How's your day been?"
Wallflower smiled. "I spent it gardening with mom," she said. She didn't like lying to either of her parents, but she had to keep her plans against Sunset Shimmer a secret. They wouldn't understand. Neither of them had suffered heartbreak like she had. She made a conscious effort to keep smiling despite the boiling she began to feel in her blood.
"So," Palette said as he broke the hug and stretched. "Did I miss dinner again?"
Wallflower nodded. "Missed it by this much," she said, putting her thumb and pointer finger right next to each other.
Palette shrugged with a sigh. "Couldn't help it, kiddo. Traffic was a mess getting here."
Wallflower smiled and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms. "You got distracted talking to people on the way out of work again, didn't you?" Palette put his pointer finger to his mouth and pursed his lips, causing his daughter to giggle. "Your 'secret' is safe with me," she whispered.
"Oh, thank goodness," Palette said in mock relief as he pretended to wipe sweat off of his brow. "For a moment there I thought I'd get in trouble for missing dinner again!"
"The only 'trouble' you'd be in would be the trouble of having to re-heat dinner," Erica said from the front door with a cheeky grin. Wallflower snickered as her father walked up the entrance to greet her mother. "Hey there, hon," she said as she embraced Palette and pecked him on the lips. "Welcome home," she said softly as she ran a hand through his hair.
Wallflower smiled warmly. Now that both of her parents were home, she knew that time would pass by faster. She walked up to the front door as her parents broke their hug. "So," she said to her father. "I know you just got home from work, but maybe after you eat dinner we could watch a movie or something?"
Palette and Erica glanced at each other and smiled. "Sure, I don't see why not," Palette said, then the three walked inside.
The movie had ended and Wallflower took her phone out of her pocket. There was still nothing from Trixie. She should have called or least left a text or something by now! She sighed, then pocketed her phone. It wasn't a school night, so she'd stay up as late as she'd have to...which would be a challenge, considering she hardly did so. She narrowed her eyes in determination, however, as there was no room for self-doubt! She had had enough of that back at school! She stifled a yawn as the credits finished rolling.
"Wallflower, honey," Erica said. "If you're getting sleepy you should just go upstairs and go to bed."
Wallflower shook her head. "Don't worry about me, mom, I'm fine."
Erica blinked, then shrugged. "If you say so."
Wallflower got up, then stretched and cracked her neck. She winced slightly, then yawned. Maybe staying up late over a phone call wasn't such a good idea after all. The more she thought about it, the more silly it sounded. "On second thought," she said. "Maybe I do need to go to bed. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," Wallflower's parents called out as she ascended the stairs. She entered her room, then turned on her light as she closed the door. She got into her pajamas, then crawled into bed and turned off the light.
Wallflower's phone began ringing, jarring her out of her sleep. She grabbed her phone and accepted the call. "H-Hello," she slurred, bleary-eyed.
"Wallflower! Trixie here."
Wallflower groaned in frustration. "What time is it?"
"About quarter to two."
Wallflower's eyes widened. "Quarter to...what were you doing?"
"I'm not gonna miss my dad's magic shows, Wallflower! Why do you think I like being an illusionist?"
Wallflower sighed heavily as she put a hand to her forehead. "Okay. You know what? Why don't I call you after I wake up? I'm too damn tired to think right now."
"Suit yourself." Trixie hung up.
Wallflower turned her phone off, then drifted off to sleep.
Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
Wallflower woke up and cracked her neck. She winced from the strain, then got out of bed and called Trixie. She heard the dial tone, and a click followed. "Huhwhazza," the illusionist slurred, then paused for a moment. "W...Wallflower?" She groaned. "What time is it?"
"About quarter to eight," Wallflower said as she began to stretch.
"Quarter to-" There was a faintly audible slapping sound from Trixie's end. "Is this payback for earlier or do you really get up that early on a Sunday," she asked with slight irritation.
"I wouldn't call this early," Wallflower said. "I slept in today."
"You what ," Trixie asked flatly, then sighed. "Okay. Tell you what. Give me like two more hours of sleep and then I'll call you back."
Wallflower grumbled under her breath. "Fine. But if you don't wake up after that, I'm calling you."
"All right," Trixie said, then hung up.
As Wallflower waited, she found herself becoming bored. She went online and stumbled upon a video that caught her interest.
On a dirt road, a man in a red costume rode past an explosion. The scene cut to a man in a green costume riding with a woman in a pink costume in a sidecar as they narrowly avoided not one, but two explosions. Another cut lead to a man in a blue costume riding with a man in a yellow costume as the duo barely passed up another two explosions. The next cut showed all five heroes converging, then transitioned to a title screen where five stars (one for each of the heroes' colors) trailed and made the logo for the series as music began to play. Two more cuts showed the team riding together. It cut once more to the team running together as the singing began.
"The crimson sun!"
Wallflower's phone rang, snapping her to attention as she stopped the video. She picked up her phone. "Hello?"
"The Great. And Powerful. TRRRRRRRIXIE has awoken from her slumber!"
Wallflower yelped and winced in pain at Trixie's shouting of her name. "Okay, ow."
"Trixie is sorry, but she never apologizes for her volume!"
Wallflower opened her mouth for a moment, then nearly slammed her head on the nearest surface. She took a deep breath, then sighed and moved on. "So, can you come over? I already squared things away with my parents."
"Sure," Trixie said. "I'll be there shortly."
Within a few minutes, there was a knock at Wallflower's bedroom door. She opened the door to reveal Trixie waiting in the hallway. The illusionist walked in and looked around, taking stock of her new surroundings. "Nice place you've got here," she said, admiring the art on Wallflower's walls.
"Thanks," Wallflower said with a smile, then clapped her hands together. "Now, how are we going to take down Sunset?"
"Well," Trixie said with a devious smile. "We could pull pranks and make it look like she's the culprit!"
Wallflower shook her head. "Sunset's not a prankster, Trixie."
Trixie cupped her chin with a frown. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The two sighed, then folded their arms and closed their eyes in concentration. After a full minute of silence, Trixie spoke up. "You know what helps when I'm stuck for ideas," she asked with a smile. Wallflower raised an eyebrow. "Just go about your day. Inspiration can't be forced, after all."
Wallflower thought to herself for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds like a good idea to me," she said. "I've never actually had any friends in my room before..." she trailed off, then looked away. "...Because I've never had a friend before," she said quietly as she held onto an arm with her other hand.
"What was that," Trixie asked, genuinely curious.
Wallflower slowly turned back to face Trixie, blushing slightly. "I-I said that I've n-never had a friend before," she stammered, fighting the discomfort she felt.
"You...haven't," Trixie asked, surprised by Wallflower's honesty. "Wow...neither have I." Her eyes widened at her own words. "I-I-I mean I have lots of friends," she said, quickly regaining her composure. She smiled. "But I'd be happy to be your friend."
"Y-You mean that?"
"Trixie has lots of friends," Trixie said plainly as she folded her arms.
Wallflower rolled her eyes. "No, I meant did you mean that you'd be happy to be my friend?"
Trixie blushed. "Oh," she said, embarrassed. "Yes. Yes I did." Wallflower smiled and hugged her, and she slowly but surely returned it. "So," she said as she broke the hug. "What do you do for fun?"
"When Trixie said 'fun'," the illusionist said as she held a trowel in her hand. "This wasn't exactly what she had in mind..."
Wallflower smiled as she planted a couple of seeds. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it." She took the trowel from Trixie and covered the seeds in dirt. "Once you get used to it, you'll find that it's really rewarding work!"
Trixie looked at Wallflower's clothes and noticed they were beginning to get dirty under her light green gardening arpon. She then looked at her clothes. She was wearing her normal attire, which was a purple dress with a light blue ring covered in white stars at the end of her skirt. Her Power Symbol of a magic wand being waved was placed just above the ring. Her dark blue hoodie with a light blue star on each arm. It kept her nice and warm, while the yellow trim at the bottom of each sleeve and her midriff were purely just for show. Her long blue and purple boots could keep her legs from getting dirty, but she stood back all the same. "Maybe another time," Trixie said.
"Suit yourself," Wallflower said with a shrug as she continued her gardening.
A couple of hours later, Wallflower jumped as she heard a noise, then turned to see Trixie sleeping and snoring on the grass. She smiled warmly, then gently nudged her friend.
Trixie stirred slightly, then smiled. "Mmm...peanut butter crackers..."
Wallflower stifled a giggle, then gently shook Trixie. Trixie slowly opened her eyes and muttered something unintelligible. She got up, then rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Wallflower! Trixie! Lunch is ready," Erica called from the house.
"Ooh," Trixie said excitedly. "Perfect timing! All that sleeping made me hungry!"
Wallflower smiled and rolled her eyes, then followed Trixie inside.
After lunch, Wallflower and Trixie returned to Wallflower's room. "Say," Trixie said as she leaned against one of the walls while on her phone. "Do you go to MyStable or SnapGab?"
Wallflower shook her head. "No, I don't. Social media sites can be a real breeding ground for humiliation..." She trailed off and her eyes widened. "That's it! "
Trixie yelped at Wallflower's sudden exclamation. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. "What's 'it'?"
"We could humiliate her online!"
"Ooh, great idea," Trixie said with a devilish smile. "Glad I thought of it."
Wallflower blinked, then shook her head rapidly.
"But you know what would be even better ," Trixie asked with her signature smug look. "Embarrassing her friends and making it look like she did it!"
Wallflower raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think that'll work? Sunset Shimmer and the girls are pretty close."
Trixie kept her smile. "Oh, I've got a backup plan for that."
Wallflower smiled. "You do? What is it?"
"All in good time, Wallflower," Trixie said. "Sometimes you have to leave your tricks hidden until the final act!"
Wallflower shrugged. "Okay, fair enough...I guess. So what name should we give the account?"
Trixie cupped her chin in thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "How about Anon-A-Miss? It was one of my earlier stage names until I realized I wanted people to know my actual name."
Wallflower blinked. "Anonymous? Isn't that a little on the nose?"
"No," Trixie said, then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote on it.
Anon-A-Miss
"Huh. Clever."
"Right," Trixie asked with a smirk. "Now, let's get down to business."
Trixie and Wallflower spent the next few hours fleshing out their plans until it was time for dinner. After that, it was time for Trixie to leave.
Wallflower walked Trixie to the door with a smile. "Thanks for hanging out with me. And for all the help."
Trixie returned the smile. "Trixie is always glad to spread a little mischief around Canterlot High." She stopped for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Would..."
Wallflower tilted her head slightly.
"Would it be okay if... if I came back to hang out again?"
Wallflower smiled. "Of course, Trixie," she said, then hugged her.
Trixie returned the hug and swiftly wiped a tear away before breaking it, hoping that Wallflower didn't see. "See you later," she said, and waved as she walked over to her father's car.
Wallflower waved back until Trixie got into the car and watched it drive off. She smiled warmly, then went upstairs to go to bed. She put on her pajamas and got into bed. Everything was in place! Well, almost everything. If the Crusaders didn't want to help out after all, she and Trixie would figure something out. As she began to fall asleep, she felt grateful to have two of the things she wanted: a friend and a plan.
End of Prelude to Anon-A-Miss: Wallflower's Weekend
Author's Note
"Now, let's get down to business."
In before someone replies "to defeat the huns"!
