Sweetie Belle dropped her soggy lunch into the front of Miss Cheerilee's room. Her lunch was rather large but was grossly packed in a paper bag. Rarity had rushed her this morning so her lunch was soggy, wet, and messy. She did NOT Want to eat her lunch this afternoon. The sandwich was soggy from the extra jelly she smushed onto the thin bread, the applejuice box was bent and damaged. The oranges were squished inside there plastic home, and the Choclate bar melted and was now a goopy brown mess. As she took her seat, she marveled at her Twist's Lunch bag. a bright pink square with many awaiting goodies inside! Licking her lips turning them a light shade of pink, she waddled up to the big basket full of lunches. Scribbling out her name on her sack, she wrote Twist and underlined it very fancy to make it looked like her mom did it.
Then in carved Sweetie's name into the glimmering square. As The other fillies arrived, Sweetie Belle quickly trotted back to her seat and stared at the chalk-board, its green essance soaking through her eye-lids. Wanting to know where her best friend's were, Sweetie looked out the window for some sign of her friends. She had to tell them the devious news!
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Scootaloo hopped onto her scooter with a bagged lunch. She flapped her tiny almost featherless wings in even strokes and began starting a good pace. She huffed as she flapped her orange wings, her spunky purple hair breezing back like a Sonic Rainboom.
"Hey Lyra! Bon Bon! Tavi! Vivi!" Scootaloo managed to puff out. She decided she would save her energy. As she saw the school in the distance, she didn't hear the bell so she decided to stop at Mr.Sprinkles for a donut for her lunch. As she scooped up her scooter, she dashed ino the store and demanded a donut. frantically, Mr.Sprinkles wrapped up the donut beautifully and stuffed the creamy donut if Scoots awaiting hooves. slamming the scooter back on the road, she started up her wings. She was rushing towards the school went she heard "SMUSH!" at the front of her scooter. Looking down, she had ran over another filly's afternoon meal. pacing on her scooter, she looked for the owner of the foregotten meal. Then, Featherweight came over, shell-shocked and tears filling his eyes.
"I-I didn't see it!" Scootaloo muttered. Featherweight picked up the gloppy mess then chucked it at Scootaloo. Scootaloo jumped off her scooter and fell the dirt road. The dirt became mangled in her fur. Not caring Scootalo was furious!
" What the scooting scooter, FeatherWeird?!" she screamed, creating a large scene. Everypony's eyes locked on Scootaloo and Featherweight.
"Its Feather Weight! And I'll be taking this!" He grumbled as he grabbed her lunch androde off with her prized posseion; a Shiny,new glowing red scooter. Tears threatend to escape her purple eyes but she fought them back and picked up her new "delicous" lunch. Eyes still on Scoots, she began slowly walking towards the school. She then made it and realized she was almost late! Slamming the lunch into the basket, Scootaloo stomped to her seat.
"Hey Scoots! Guess what I switched my lunc with Twi-" Sweetie started. Scootaloo tuned the unicorn out and rested her head on her arms, praying for it all to be a dream.
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"I'm fine sis!" Apple Bloom whimpered as her sis checked everything around Applebloom, even her choice arse.
"I justa' don't want you to get hurt thata' all!" Applejack pushed Applebloom's lunch into her saddle bag, putting a freshly sharp pencil into her saddle bag aswell.
"Now don't blame me if yer lunch if gets tassled! You insist on bringing those fancy shmancy books wih "words!" Who needs em anyways!" Applejack started a whole spheel about why words weren't important. Applebloom took a few steps. Then more. Then began to run.
"Have a good day AppleBloom!!" The Apple family smiled. Apple Bloom blushed when ponyville citizins looked at her because of her loud family. Letting out a sigh of relief, Apple Bloom passed Twilight library and returned the book "Apples: Pleasurable Facts To Do With Apples!" Apple Bloom used it a few times although the 2nd lesson about taking an apple and...well you get the point. Hearing crunching sounds in ehr saddle-bag, Apple Bloom checked on her lunch. The Juice box had been punchured and it was oozing its flavorful juice all over her homework and the rest of her lunch! Angerly, Applebloom's threw the Juice Box away and clambered the rest of the way. Ponies sensing her anger, offered her things like cakes, flowers, and other things she would have enjoyed. But the juicebox made her want to kill somepony! She didn't even have a Pencil or- AppleJack!! She had inserted the pencil! Great. Her ENTIRE Lunch was ruined! Unless, She maybe... could possibly.... steal anotherpony's lunch As she walked into the classroom, Miss Cheerilee was grading papers, a great opportunity for switching! As she take a sharpie a scribled out her name and wrote Diamond Tiara, she felt no guilt whatsoever. She examined Diamond's lunch. A Rice krispy treat, 2 Twinkies, An Apple pie, A white choclate candy bar and an exspensive juice. Said its front the rare Pawpaw fruit. Sounds good! As she scribbled and dribbled and dabbled, she noticed her friends watching her.
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"I-Uhhh....." Apple Bloom tried to explain.
"Trust me, Ive already switched!" smirked Sweetie. Scootaloo's disappointed eyes lit up.
"Featherweird didn't put his name on my lunch!" Everyfilly was finnally happy! Well besides the fillies that were getting There lunches! Still- None of them felt remourse! They decided after lunch they would tell the other pnies what happend. Otherwise, they could risk losing there soft, gooey, delicous lunches! Thsi made them worry. What if we get in trouble? How do we explain it? What do Twinkies taste like? Many questions like these flashed through there tiny unhelpful brains.
Thats when Scoots suggested the Perfect idea!
"Just don't tell em!" she giddily smiled as if her plan was fool-proof. Although, they might notice there yummy lunches and realize its theres, but they'll cross that bridge when they come to that! As for now, They had 2 more hours unti Lunch!
"Ok class, today were learning about Stealing and how its Very, Very Wrong!" the Cutie Mark Crusaders felt a pit of dispair after that last word. Wrong.
