My Past Is Complicated

I sighed and pulled the trench coat closer around me. Ever since the picture of me in that bunny suit got posted online, I haven’t had a moments peace because of that accursed Sunset being a traitor. Not only are guys asking me to join them in bed for fun the females are too! Cherry Crash had been bugging me until Rainbow threatened to punch her face in. So I designed a trench coat to hide my identity. Complete with sunglasses and hat. Inspired by none other than Shadow Spade.

“Rarity!” Rainbow shouted as she ran up and grabbed my arm. “We have to go now!”

“I am not Rarity,” I said softly in an attempt to make my voice sound different. “I’m uh Shmrarity! Her cousin from Vancouver!” Rainbow rolled her eyes in frustration.

“I know it’s you I’m not stupid! You don’t even have a Vancouver accent!” Rainbow snapped as she dragged me to the band room. She slammed the door shut behind me and threw my hat on the piano. “You don’t even have a cousin in Vancouver!”

“Hey!” I glared at her. “Now people will know my identity!”

“We already know your identity Rarity! The whole school does! Who else would dress in a trench coat and hat and sunglasses like they just stepped out of a sixties mob novella?” Rainbow grumbled as she closed the blinds on the door. “There! Happy now?”

“Yes thank you. Now what is so important that you dragged me in here?” I demanded.

“Why she dragged us all in here is a better question.” I glanced back and sighed in frustration. Applejack sat on the floor eating an apple while Pinkie and Fluttershy were sitting quietly on the floor. Pinkies hair had gone flat as usual for some reason and Fluttershy looked drained.

“Listen!” Rainbow snapped as I shifted my gaze back on her. “Trixie and the others made a diss track about us! I’ve been getting laughed at all day!”

“Ah can’t believe ah’m gonna say this but Lightning Dust can rap,” Applejack admitted as she tossed the eaten apple into the trash can. “Two points. Vinyl and Aria can rap surprisingly well too. Ah ain’t expected that from Vinyl.”

“That doesn’t matter! We gotta shoot back!” Rainbow exclaimed. I had already seen the rock rap music video from Rainbow at least a dozen times. Can’t believe they actually went to a street and sang in public.

“Shoot back?” Fluttershy whispered. “I don’t think shooting anyone is nice or something we should do.” Rainbow groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Not literally Shy. Make a song of our own!” Rainbow pointed out. I rubbed my forehead and started to feel a head ache forming. “In the music industry, letting a diss like what they did go without a answer back is a sign of cowardice! We don’t want that reputation trust me.”

“Ah don’t care enough about that sorta thing Dash,” Applejack commented as she placed her hat on her head. “When we started the Rainbooms, we started it to have fun not insult people.”

“I agree,” Fluttershy whispered. “It’s not nice to be insult people.”

“I’m not a member to go insulting people,” Pinkie mumbled as she rolled a drum stick around next to her. “I don’t like being a meanie.”

“Same here,” I proclaimed. “It’s uncouth to go around and insult people.” Rainbow stared at all of us in surprise before she nodded and slumped down.

“You guys are surprisingly right. But that doesn’t mean I can’t say they suck on Mystable. Any form of response is a good response right?” Rainbow pulled out her phone before she paused and stared at Applejack. “Wait, you listen to rap?”

“Nah. You and Pinkie play rap in the car around me all the time. Worst sounding music ah ever heard but yall like it so ah tolerate it,” Applejack admitted. “Sunset liked some rap songs not much.”

“I’m going home and going to sleep. Head hurts,” I announced as Rainbow stared at her phone in thought.

I sat at my bench with a frustrated sigh, chewing on my pens end. It was a weird sort of thing I did when I couldn’t think of clothing designs to draw. I pressed the tip of the pen against the paper and screamed when it moved on it’s own.

“What in the world?” I shouted and stared at a small me that had been somehow drawn on the notepad. She had weird curly hair that didn’t seem like something I’d ever draw myself with. Not that I was the best at drawing pictures. Designing and drawing were two different ball games. “What are you?”

“Well I was your element but that kinda crashed and burned so you know. We gotta talk about Sunset,” Generosity announced as she sat down on the letter A in my name at the top of the note book.

“I have nothing to say about that traitor,” I scoffed. “I would like to leave her in the past, thank you.”

“You aren’t stupid. Clearly you can see you’re being railroaded,” Generosity sighed. “You don’t actually believe it was her, now do you?” I gave a sigh and glared at the drawing.

“It’s the only logical conclusion,” I explained. “This was just her style, have blackmail and post secrets. Cause chaos.”

“You know, you shouldn’t think that. After all, do you seriously think someone who had nothing for the longest would throw away a group that meant everything to her?” Generosity asked pointedly as a door opened on the paper.

“Wait you don’t mean-?” I asked hesitantly.

“Funny, the most generous thing you ever did for her was call her a traitor.” I shot up in bed and rubbed my head with a groan, my eyes flicking to the wine bottle hidden behind the trash can. I had a habit of drinking heavily from moms secret stash of wine when dealing with stressful situations. Or well, secret to her at least. I sighed and flopped back onto my bed.

“Maybe I had too much of that.”