Lightning Dust

I groaned quietly as I walked through the hallway, Indigo hot on my heels. True to Celestia’s word, she stuck with me no matter how hard I tried to lose her. This was honestly worse than detention. This was my first day of this since she told us both this yesterday.

“So,” Indigo drew out the word. “How long you been on the soccer team?”

“Since middle school,” I said simply. I dodged a classmate and sighed. “I quit earlier in the year to protest some mistreatment against a teammate but I rejoined after it was resolved.” I wasn’t gonna go further than that and tell her everything. Anon a miss is something they could use against us.

“This is completely different than Crystal Prep. Nobody is usually this friendly,” Indigo commented as she looked around, ignoring my comment. Maybe she just knew when not to push.

“I’ve made it my goal to not be anything like a Shadowbolt,” I spat out harshly as we walked into our shared class.

“I don’t get why you’re being so harsh to me. I’m not your enemy after all,” Indigo commented idly and leaned back in her chair, ignoring the glares she was receiving. “I wasn’t one of the ones who made any bad comments about you guys.”

“Weren’t you one of the girls who said we’re not here to be friends. Our only interest in this business is seeing Canterlot High School fall?” I asked pointedly as she winced.

“Okay I did do that,” she admitted. “Definitely not my greatest moment.”

“Talk about an understatement,” I snorted. “Besides, I mainly hate what you represent.”

“What I represent?” Indigo demanded curiously.

“Yeah you know,” I gestured at her uniform. “You’re in a school uniform, you guys have almost no individuality, you follow orders to the letter just because of one corrupt womans reputation. I don’t like that. We don’t do that here.”

“I never really thought about that,” Indigo admitted after a moment. “I like to think I’m my own individual. Besides the Friendship Games kinda changed things with Sugarcoat and the others. We spend most weekends together doing weird shit. It’s different.”

“Uh huh,” I muttered. “So you have friends. That’s nice.”

“I wouldn’t say friends,” Indigo corrected instantly. “We’re acquaintances.”

“You guys hang out every weekend?” I questioned as Indigo nodded slowly. “Sounds like friends to me.”

Indigo said nothing, just staring at the desk.

“What’s our school stadium name again?” I asked curiously. Sunset was helping her sisters and Dinky with homework along with Derpy so she couldn’t be here.

“The Big House,” Vinyl answered as she stared at the five Shadowbolts in the seats. “It’s the nickname. Are we seriously doing our old ass school fight song?”

“We have one of those?” Bon Bon asked curiously.

“Well yeah. It’s the long verison,” I commented as I plucked my guitar. “Hasn’t been played in years. Everyone’s forgot about it.”

“Then how did you find it?” Lavender asked as she joined us on the stage.

“Random research,” I admitted.

“Are you guys gonna do anything?” Sugarcoat asked as she pushed her glasses up. Indigo had pointed out all of them to me. “Or just talk amongst yourselves?”

“Just wait,” I winked at Lyra and started playing my guitar.

“All rise for Canterlot,” Fuchsia hid a smirk behind her guitar.

“We are the blue regime, ferocious, lean, and mean. We’re gonna reign supreme. We are the Wondercolts. You won’t forget our name, we’ll bring the hurt and pain. We’re gonna change the game. We are the Wondercolts!” I started singing loudly as the Shadowbolts shifted in their seats. “In the Big House, we’ll put your lights out. Come on and shout out, “The Wondercolts are comin!” In the Big House, we’re gonna get loud. We ain’t got no doubt, the Wondetcolts are comin.”

“Hail, hail to Canterlot! Hail to the Wondercolts! Hail to the victors! Believers! Tradition! Hail, hail to Canterlot! Hail to the Maize Rage! Hail to the blue, the tried, and the true!” Lyra sang with a grin as our hair grew longer and our ears turned pointy. Lemon Zest was surprisingly bobbing her head along even though she was our rival. “We’re gonna show our teeth, we’re gonna stomp our feet. We’ll bring you to your knees. We are the Wondercolts! We’re gonna get real loud, we’re gonna feel the crowd! We do Canterlot proud. We are the Wondercolts!”

“In the Big House, we’ll put your lights out. Come on and shout out, “The Wondercolts are comin!” In the Big House, we’re gonna get loud. We ain’t got no doubt, the Wondetcolts are comin,” Lavender took over singing with a smug smirk. Indigo gave us a curious look as Trixie

“Hail, hail to Canterlot! Hail to the Wondercolts! Hail to the victors! Believers! Tradition! Hail, hail to Canterlot! Hail to the Maize Rage! Hail to the blue, the tried, and the true!” Vinyl chimed in.

“Hail!” Octavia and Bon Bon shouted.

“All rise for Canterlot!” I sang loudly over the guitar. Thankfully Pinkie had agreed to be our drummer while Derpy was occupied. I kinda knew she wouldn't approve of us purposefully antagonizing the Shadowbolts. She and Sunset are all about forgiveness and kindness.

“Hail!”

“All rise for Canterlot!”

“Hail!”

“All rise for Canterlot!”

“In the Big House, we’ll put your lights out. Come on and shout out, “The Wondercolts are comin!” In the Big House, we’re gonna get loud. We ain’t got no doubt, the Wondetcolts are comin,” Trixie sang with her arrogant grin that we’ve all grown used to.

“Yeah, in the Big House the Wondercolts are comin’! Yeah! In the Big House. Wondercolts!” I shouted with Lyra. We all gave smug grins to each other as we finished the final guitar notes.

The Shadowbolts looked at us as Indigo and Lemon suddenly started cheering.

“The fuck?” Lyra whispered. “This was supposed to discourage them, not make them happy!”

“That was awesome!” Lemon exclaimed as she bounded up the stage with Pinkie Pie energy. “Can I get your guys autographes? I really liked the hard rock aspect you guys gave it. On and Trixie’s guitar solo was epic!”

“Facts!” Indigo added eagerly.

“Uh sure?” I said weakly as they held out papers.

We all gave each other confused looks as I signed it before passing it around.

Author's Note

Typically I would say rights belong to the song owner it's heavily modified from the original. The original is a Pop Evil song for the Wolverines. I personally prefer Michigan State over U of M but it's a good song I'll grudgingly admit.