Sunset's human world origin

Ms. Trees’ classroom
Date: Aug 30th, time: 8:30 am

*Sunset’s perspective*

“Good morning, students.”, Ms. Trees said.

Before Sunset could say ‘Hi’ back to Ms. Trees, Sunset’s attention was pulled away. Ms. Trees’ breasts had seemed to have grown a whole cup over the summer. Sunset wanted to ask Ms. Trees about it but didn’t want to be rude. Fortunately for Sunset’s curiosity, another student, with far less social etiquette than Sunset, spoke up first, “Ms. Trees, what happened to your boobs?”. Sunset was torn between listening intently and hiding under her desk from second hand embarrassment.

“Well students, over the summer, I got breast implants.”

“Why?”, the same student asked.

“I was unhappy with my appearance, so I decided to change it.”

“My mommy says that people should be happy with the body that God gave them and not try to change it.”, another student said.

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that. It’s perfectly okay if that’s what you believe and how you want to live, but that’s not going to be the same for everyone. I, personally, believe that God gives us our bodies to see how we would react to them. Now, taking God out of the equation, if you can be happy with the body you have, that’s great. However, not everyone is so lucky. Some people have bodies that they really don’t like, and they want to change them. That’s okay. So long as it is something they want for themselves, and they are happy with it; that is all that matters.”

Wait, Ms. Trees is a Christian, but she’s so nice. “I know someone who had a lot of plastic surgery, really bad plastic surgery, and I think they did it to separate themselves from their family.”, Sunset said.

“Why did they want to separate themselves from their family?”, Ms. Trees asked.

“Because they were a narcissist from an extremely loving family and were disowned. They used to be a clone of their mother.”

“I’m not going to presume what this person’s reason is, but it doesn’t sound like a healthy one. Plastic surgery is not inherently good or evil. Like all things, it is how it is used that is good or evil. Now then, let’s get onto today’s history lesson. Today, we are going to be learning about the first male to female empress of Rome, Elagabalus.”

“The inventor of the whoopee cushion!”, Pinkie shouted out.

“Exactly”, Ms. Trees said.

Ms. Trees’ classroom
Date: same day, time: 12:00 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

“Ms. Trees.”

“What is it, Sunset?”

“Are you a Christian?”

“No, I’m Jewish. Why do you ask?”

“You said “God”, singular. I was only aware of Christianity being a monotheism religion.”

“Christianity and Islam are off shoots of Judaism. They are Abrahamic religions.”

“Okay, now I’m more confused.”

“It’s complicated, and we need to get to lunch. You can ask your parents about it when you get home.”

Sunset nodded to Ms. Trees and made her way to the lunchroom. On her way to the lunchroom, Sunset noticed a poster on the wall. It read, “Fall Formal Dance; sign up to become royal of the Fall Formal; winner of the crown will become student council president; sign up with the party planning committee president in the gym after school”. Princess of the Fall Formal, that sounds like fun, and the dance is on my birthday. Sounds like a better plan than just sitting around the house and eating cake and being a princess sounds nice. With that, it was decided. I’m gonna run for Fall Formal princess.

CMS gym
Date: same day, time: 4:05 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset walked into the gym. It was covered in streamers and balloons, and Pinkie Pie was standing in the center of it all.

“Are you the president of the party planning committee?”, Sunset asked.

“Yeperouny, that’s me - oh, hi Sunset!” Pinkie bounced over to Sunset. “Whatcha doing here?”

“I’m here to become the Fall Formal princess. I just need to sign up first.”

“Okidoki then.” Pinkie pulled a clipboard from her hair. “Just sign here.”

Sunset took the clipboard from Pinkie. Sunset noted that no one else signed up. “Am I the only one who signed up?”

“Yeah, and the sign up cut off is at the end of the day. You’ll likely stay the only one running for the crown.”, Pinkie said dejectedly. “The whole point of this was to get people to be more excited about student counsel stuff and becoming student council president, but it didn’t work.”

“It got me interested.” Sunset signed and handed the clipboard back to Pinkie and left the gym.

Sunset’s room
Date: same day, time: 5:30 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

Since Sunset got home, she’s been researching the religions of Earth. The diversity in the religions was fascinating, but it was the animosity between religions that could easily be mistaken as the same religion that really intrigued Sunset. The violence between Hindus and Buddhists and the long history of evils all the different Abrahamic religions have committed against each other over the last 2,000 years are just some of the more notable instances. As intriguing as the reasoning for violence was, it was all just as juvenile and stupid as Sunset expected. What Sunset did not expect was that these religious organizations were strangely charitable. There were still plenty of reasons to be suspicious of religious organizations, especially the large ones, but they at least acted charitable.

Even with all this research, Sunset’s main question wasn’t answered. Hm, Mom’s back. She’ll most likely know. Sunset got up from her desk and went out to meet her mother.

“Hey Mom, can I ask you something?”

“A’ course, what is it?”

“Are Christians good or bad people?”

“Someone’s religion is irrelevant ta deir morality. Being religious doesn’t make someone good or bad. It jus’ makes ‘em religious. Now, ya will hear stories of people usin’ deir religion as an excuse ta hurt people, but dey still would have hurt people if dey weren’t religious. Da only difference is dat dey might have had different targets. Why do ya ask?”

“Taday, I learned that my teacher is Jewish. Before, the only religious people I knew about were also very evil people.”

“Ah see. Ya know, y’r fathe’ n’ his family are Buddhist, n’ me family was Pegan.” Brigid then got a contemplative look on her face. “What’s up with religion in Equestria?”

“I did not know that Dad was religious. Religion is kinda weird in Equestria.” Sunset paused to think of how to phrase what she was going to say next. She still had six more months before she had proof for Brigid. “Many people believe the ruling family are gods, as much as they try to dissuade that notion, but most people don’t worship them as such. There is a history of fanatical groups forming around the idea that they are gods; they also have a history of being responsible for some rather horrific crimes. A group known as the Equestria First Legion worshiped the princess as a god but also committed numerous hate crimes against non-natural born Equestrians. I-” Sunset was about to add that she was apart of the task force to apprehend them but stopped when she remembered that, in Brigid’s eyes, she would have been a young child going after a terrorist organization. “They are just the most recent example.”

“Aah, now Ah c’n see how ya c’n easily associate religion with evil. Hff, luckily, da majority a’ religious folk are jus’ people tryin’ ta make sense a’ da universe.”

“Thank you, and that’s good ta know.” Sunset went back into her room, feeling a bit better about the world.

Katon family home
Date: same day, time: 8:30 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

“So Sunset, what do ya want ta do f’r y’r birthday?”, Brigid asked.

“There is going to be a dance that day, and I signed up to be princess of the dance.”

“That’s good to hear. What do you have to do to become princess?”, Anzhong asked.

“From the way things were going earlier, nothing. I was the only one to sign up, and I signed up near the end of the sign up period. I’ll check with Pinkie tomorrow, but chances are all I’ll have ta do is show up.”

“We’re still going to have cake n’ ice cream, right?”, Emi asked.

“Of course, what sane person would pass up the chance to get cake n’ ice cream?”, Sunset said, then bent down to whisper into Emi’s ear. “Even if it’s Dad’s nasty vegan stuff.”

Ms. Trees’ classroom
Date: Aug 31st, time: 8:27 am

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset, along with the rest of her classmates, walked into the classroom and started to take their seats. Since they were second years, they didn’t need to line up in the gym before class. So, they could just go straight to class. Before Sunset took her seat, she walked over to Pinkie’s seat and bent down to talk to her. “So, did anyone else sign up?”

“Uhg, no, you’re running unopposed.”, Pinkie said sadly.

“Well, your idea worked, at least a little bit. Maybe more people will be excited next year.”

“Maybe. Why are you being so nice to me? You’re normally very cranky.”

“I guess I’m too tired to be cranky.” Before Sunset left, she wanted to make sure she didn’t just create an opening. “Don’t try anything. I know what you’re like, I know why you’re like this, and I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“There’s the good old Sunset.”

Sunset decided to ignore that remark and just take her seat.

CMS lunchroom
Date: same day, time: 12:15 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset and Flash sat together, eating lunch. Flash had been asking Sunset non-stop questions about Ireland. Several times she had to dodge questions about where her Irish relatives were. Flash was just too sweet and innocent. Sunset didn’t want to shatter his innocent view of the world. He knew about 9/11 and why his father and brother were overseas, but he still seemed mostly unaware of the true evils humanity was capable of. Sunset knew that if she told him they were dead, he would ask what happened to them, and a tale of two sides of a family killing each other over political differences would probably break him. She didn’t lie to him; he was strangely good at telling when Sunset was lying. She just told him that they were still on the property, and they had visited them, but they were too busy working to spend much time with each other. He thought that was weird but didn’t pry more into it. Fortunately, Sunset had managed to change the subject to the Fall Formal and student council stuff.

“So, what does the student council president do?”, Flash asked.

“My responsibilities basically boil down to making the student voices heard and organizing and distributing funds for the clubs and campus-wide programs. I’m honestly surprised nobody else wanted to run. I mean it would seem like when we have as little power as we do that others would take any opportunity they could get to get more power.”, Sunset explained.

“Eh, not everyone wants power or the responsibilities.”

“You can’t honestly expect me ta believe that. I mean, we are told what we can do and when we can do them every day of our lives. We have to ask to go to da bathroom. It is very illegal to restrict access to the bathroom in a public building where I come from. I’m most likely not going to be able to do anything about that rule, but I sure can raise a stink. Oh, and the dress code requires girls to cover up more than boys. That is illegal in this county. I so plan on fixing that.”

“That’s great and all, Sunset, but stuff like that goes through Vice Principal Waters, and you know what he’s like.”

“Grrr”

“Exactly, but hey, if you’re gonna be in student council, I’ll help in whatever way I can.”

Sunset smiled. He was still an adorable dork, a trait Sunset was finding more and more attractive the more time she spends with him. “There are still several open positions in the student council.”

“Hff, looks like I’m running for student council then.”