The fiery haired girl watched as little miss Twilight goody-two-shoes Sparkle interacted with the brown haired boy with glasses, the boy had sat there for 30 seconds before shouting a stunted greeting. After a brief and awkward looking conversation he had grabbed his things and ran away.

Samantha Summers quickly gave covert chase to the boy, forming her plan to get at Twilight Sparkle. She watched as he rushed himself into the corner some sort of computer lab and sat down.

Deciding to remain in information gathering mode she shadowed him throughout the rest of the day, learning his schedule. After the school day ended she approached the principal’s office. Preparations for phase one of her plan were now underway.

She knocked on the office door, “Come in!” a woman’s voice exclaimed. Tentatively, she opened the door and sat down in one of the two seats facing the woman.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you before, are you a new student?” The ginger-haired woman questioned.

“No, but I would like to be,” Summers lied, “I recently moved here and would like to enroll.”

“That’s good. There’s two forms you and a guardian will have to sign. You’ll also have to fill a form for classes you’d like to take.” The principal explained, gathering said papers and a thick packet.

Summers recieved the papers handed to her and shook the principal’s hand. She stood up and started to the doors. Before she left the door she looked behind her to check on something.

The principal never noticed the sun-styled ying yang symbol left on her hand after the shake. Good.

Something in the back of her head was telling her it had been too easy, but she wasn’t experienced enough with the public school system to know if that was true.

Summers walked the whole distance back to the main Providence/Logan area she woke up in, and decided to wander around to make an internal map to find her way around. Seeing a rather large building with blue logo shaped like a comic book text box, reading ‘Macey’s’, she decided it would be a good place to start.

She walked through the air-conditioned entrance, and quickly realized it was nothing more than a grocery store. She checked her pockets, empty. Deciding not to waste her time she walked back to the entrance before seeing a rather familiar face.

The brown-haired boy, walking next to a taller man, presumably college-age. The man had black hair, much straighter and darker than the boy’s, also swept back rather than to the left. The boy looked bored and was glancing around while talikng to the man. Eventually the boy looked in the direction of Summers and froze.

Summers quickly retreated back into the aisle and contemplated her next move. Deciding it to be just acting casual and leaving the store. On her way out, she didn’t see the two. Realizing what she should have been doing the entire time she ran back out to the empty field behind the store, where her journal lay hidden.

Sitting down and pulling the registration papers out her backpack she set to her first goal of getting into the school. And so as far as the offices knew, the girl was Samantha Summers, daughter of Edward Summers. Sunset Shimmer looked down at her most recent master deception and decided that she was satisfied.

She discarded the class papers, not like she’d need them with the spell put on the principal, probably working on getting her as close to the brown-haired boy as possible. Somehow, she didn’t know where the idea spawned from, that boy would be the perfect way to get to Sparkle.

Using the sun, a skill she learned after a year and a half in hiding, she gathered it was approximately 6:30, PM judging by the fact it was going down. Suddenly realizing she had been up since 4 AM, the fatigue caught up to her. It would explain how she was sloppy enough for the boy to spot her. She looked around and saw a bus stop canopy, figuring it would be better than a field where any number of critters could live.

As she walked to the canopy she saw a head of long light-pink hair. Watching the former target of hers, Sunset propped her head on her backpack and observed the pale yellow girl make her way away from the grocery store, holding a bag of what appeared to be dog food.

The pink haired girl was yet another person she recognized from her previous world, the timid Fluttershy Breeze, who apparently now lived within walking distance of the Macey’s.

Eventually the siren call of sleep laid it’s claim upon Sunset as she drifted off.

-???-

The shapeless, shifting mass in the darkness made a noise only the most observant of beings could identify as a laugh. Its first agent had already crossed the barrier, other things had also crossed unintentionally, but they had been collateral damage, ants in the grand scheme of its dark future.

It was aware of the possibility of losing it’s first agent, the memory seals weren’t perfect, but as long as things went to plan that wouldn’t be a concern.

Still though, nagged a voice in the back of its head, contingencies should be made.

It turned its attention to the organization spanning the region, perhaps an agent with more bureaucratic power would prove useful. Magic was strong, but not the most covert, a way to cover up the happenings in the valley would prove to be a boon for sure.

It was aware of the dangers to the two universes it’s actions presented, but since when has Evil cared about consequences when victory was within grasp?

-Ridgeline High-

Mrs. Foster personally thought she was a good principal, which meant in some capacity she could deal with stressful situations related to school.

However the lightning running rampantly all over her body was not a school-related stressful situation. She never noticed the fact that, spreading all over her body were cracks. The type of cracks that happen to an irresponsible teenager’s phone screen. These cracks, however were glowing with an unnatural light.

When the cracks covered her body from head to toe, she vanished in a flash of light. At that exact moment, there was another flash at the chair behind her desk.

Startled, Principal Celestia jumped in her chair. Realizing quickly that she must have dozed off doing paperwork for… for something. She focused on the task at hand and continued reorganizing schedules for 1 student in 4 different classes.

None the wiser to the fact that she had just been ripped from another dimension and mind-whammied.

Author's Note

Not my best work, due to the fact that I actually have no clue how school registration works