The air had suddenly grown cold as I walked further away from Canterlot. I had just reached the outside of the gates and guards when Spike suddenly spoke up.

"Don't you think you were, I dunno, a bit harsh back there?" he asked. "I mean, so the potion didn't work and they didn't believe you about one thing? Big deal."

"I don't feel like talking, Spike," I stated through gritted teeth, concentrating on the path.

"Still! I've never heard you talk like that before," Spike went on, ignoring my statement. "I don't think I've ever seen you this angry before, either."

I shrugged.

"So? People get angry all the time and lose it," I explained, speeding up my walking. "But that didn't happen tonight."

"Are you kidding? That didn't happen tonight?" Spike argued. "If you ask me—"

"Well I didn't ask you, thank you very much! So you can shut up!" I interrupted, glaring at the moonless night.

"See! Right there! You just snapped!" Spike pointed out. "There's a difference between angry, losing it, and stressed out Twilight. Right now, you're losing it."

"And there's a difference between shutting up and keeping quiet for at least an hour, Spike," I mimicked. "Right now, you're not doing any of those things! Now I don't want to talk about this anymore, okay?"

"Fine." I felt him climb off my back and saw him walk in front of me.

"Uh, where the heck are you going?" I asked.

"Home," he answered flatly. "If you don't want to talk about what happened tonight anymore, then I'll be heading home. See you there."

"H-hey, wait a minute!" I cried, but this dragon didn't stop.

I watched as Spike scurried down a path and disappeared in a matter of seconds. Soon, I was all alone. And to make it an even more cliché night, I felt a big raindrop splash on my head. Afraid that I would get soaked, I kept walking until I found myself lost in a maze of dead trees and bushes. A few creatures of the night were emerging from their hiding places, but I hardly paid attention to any of them. I was too busy thinking about what Spike had said. There's a difference between angry, losing it, and stressed out Twilight. Right now, you're losing it, he had said. Well, was he right? Was I losing it?

Let's recap, shall we? I had told the ponies that they should take a class in being a good friend, and I had also told them they didn't know what one was; I was flippin' out over Zaria's safety earlier at Sweet Apple Acres; I was crying like mad; I had fussed at Spike; I ticked off the judges...Yep. I was losin' it. It didn't take me long to realize it. The part where I told everyone that they didn't know what a good friend was had really broken the You're Losing It meter, and I felt extremely bad for saying those words.

As soon as my body was in a comfortable position on the dewy grass, buckets of rain poured down on me, never pausing once for a break. It was like the world was slowly starting to hate on me and was going to punish me with natural resources.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I whispered, then immediately felt stupid. Of course I knew what I did to deserve this! "I don't think the girls need any classes on being a good friend," I continued to myself, "it's me who needs to be a good fr—" And then...I just lost it. But I don't mean I started kicking random things and screaming my head off. Nope. I started bawling my eyes out.

I kept telling myself to stop and get up before I got sick from the rain, but my brain was being retarded and told me to just stay where I was. My brain was also starting to think about some possible "What ifs." Like, what if Zaria and I were trapped here forever? What if my mom found out we were gone and called the police? What if the Mane 6 started to believe we weren't their friends and abandoned us? My heart lurched at that possible "what if."

I continued to cry into my arm until the storm turned into a light drizzle. I raised my head, which felt like hammers were pounding against my skull, and tried to dry my wet face (but to no avail). In my little dizzy condition, my brain was slowly functioning again: if I didn't say something (like I tried a million times before), then Zaria and I would never see our families again.

"I have to fix this," I mumbled, slowly standing up. The girls wouldn't be so happy about my presence...but that didn't mean I couldn't apologize! This idea made me stand up some more and grin.

"That's what I'll do! I'm going to apologize!" I declared to no one in particular.

Who!

"Me, of course! Maya!"

Who!

"Me, Maya. I already told—you know what, shut up you darn owl!"

Who?

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't about to argue back and forth with an owl, so I decided I'd go back to Twilight's home. The only problem was that I didn't know how. Spike had taken off, and the episodes of the show I had watched led to no advantage on giving directions to Twilight's home. Teleportation! a voice in my head screamed. Aww, but I can't do that, I thought sadly. I dunno how.

Well you have to try, the voice argued. I sighed. That voice was strangely right. I had to try. So I sat down, closed my eyes, and concentrated hard. I thought deeply about the library, Twilight's bedroom, all of those books and spells...The more I thought about this, the more comfortable and relaxed I became.

I felt my horn warming up, and I just wanted to open my eyes and scream "Oh my GOD! I'M TELEPORTING!" But I knew that would mess up the whole process, so I kept concentrating. My eyes slowly opened by themselves and a bright beam flashed before me. It felt incredibly hot at one point and cold at another. Then...I found myself staring at a double bed with a blue blanket settled on it. I smiled widely. I...I teleported, I thought. I did it...!

Author's Note

Okay, so it really bugged me that this chapter turned out short, so I decided to add a little more dialogue for Maya to lengthen it; like how she really wants to go home and fix everything. Hope ya'll love it, and if you have any tips/ideas/suggestions for me, I'm open ears.

~NYQUTIE