Dear Princess Twilight,

I apologize for my silence, but I am sure you will understand what I’ve been through in the past days!

I hope you remember Prof. Skull Mustache since I want to start with his class. He warned us about the oral exam last session, when we already lost ten points for unknown reasons! Anyway, he asked several questions from each person which weren’t that hard for the most part but were quite tricky to be honest: “How did King Sombra rule his land?” “What was the real reason for his defeat?” “What persuaded his army to turn against him?”

Luckily, my questions weren’t that tricky. After he asked everyone the questions, except for Flaming Star of course, he started explaining about the project that we have to hand in next week! “So, you have to do this in groups of two,” he said. “Now, do you want to choose your own partner or you want me to team you all up?” The answer was obvious: everyone wanted to choose their own teammate themselves. But he had other ideas. “Well then, it seems I have to team you all up!”

I wonder why he even bothered to ask us our opinion. Did he not hear us, or did he simply not care? After that he started matching people together!

“Lyra Heartstrings, you’ll work with Micro Chips. Maud Pie, you’re with Sweetie Drops. Wallflower Blush with Steely Armor. Rose and Twilight Sparkle.”

Then he stopped. My name hadn’t been mentioned, so I made the mistake of pointing it out to him.

“Excuse me, sir, but I think you forgot me.”

“Also me!” Flaming Star said. He was right; he didn’t have a partner either.

“Are you two blind or stupid?” he asked. We both wanted to answer him back, but he continued: “ Do you see any other students other than yourselves to be teamed up with?” It was then that we both got the message!

“ME, HIM/HER!” we both shouted at the same time! “NO WAY!”

I’m sure you both have very good reasons to justify your … opinions.”

“He’s arrogant and gets on my nerves!”

“She doesn’t give you any privacy!”

“He won’t listen to me for a single second!”

“She constantly wants to touch you!”

I know he was talking about my psychic ability, maybe some of the other students knew it as well, but the rest of the class said “Oooooooooooooooooo!” as if we’d been caught kissing in the hallway.

“ENOUGH!” The Professor shouted and smacked the table, he then started speaking and gesturing with his hands.

“I can see you two have some … issues,” he turned his hand around and around and then he said, “But here’s the thing.” He pointed towards himself with four fingers and said, “I don’t care!” Then he slammed his hand to the table again. “Now if you want your marks, which you had better want, and since I’m the one who decides what you deserve in this class, you two had better get over your … problems!”

The class ended afterwards. So I have to put up with him and come up with a project about one of our lessons with him!

I think I’d rather be caught kissing him in the hallway.

Author's Note

Make sure to cheek out other chapters too.

Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.