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 Azalea sighed as she sat on the couch in Level Up’s living room. The school day had recently ended, and she had come to Level’s apartment so that they could study together. Sunset Shimmer had left a while ago to deal with an emergency text sent by one of her friends, so Level and Azalea were alone. Azalea had started out just fine with her studies, but as the minutes ticked by, thoughts began to slip into her head… deep thoughts that kept her from being able to concentrate. So she set her algebra homework down and hung her head low. “What’s wrong, Azalea?” Level asked from the opposite side of the couch,

 Way later that night… Flash had been chilling outside the Crystal Cave for a while, ignoring all invites back to the ball. According to his phone, it was around 2 in the morning. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was waiting for; he could go back inside at any time. But, whatever he was waiting for, he was certain that it was too important for him to leave just yet. “Flash, come on!” Level’s voice insisted as she stepped out of the cave. “You’re missing all the action.” “No, thanks,” Flash replied, arms crossed and gaze fixed on his formal shoes. Again, he didn’t know what

 Level wished she could have watched the chemistry face-off. Sadly, she still had regular classes to attend today. If what she’d heard was correct, she wouldn’t get to see anything until the penultimate round, when she would get to see the six qualifying students from each of the teams face off in a standard spelling bee. That didn’t sound very exciting to Level, but rules were rules. She had to obey them. Homeroom had just let out for the day. Level wandered the halls a little bit, trying to find a new Shadowbolt to try to befriend. Sure, she had made some progress with that Tech Savvy boy, but that wasn’t enough fo

 Night had fallen over the city of Canterlot. Love Theorem was currently attending the “Everyone in the School Helped the Wondercolts Win the Football Game” party that Pinkie Pie had thrown together. It was outside the school, in the vast expanse out back that was normally used for sports. There were lights and streamers everywhere, a few snack and drink tables, and a DJ booth that was being operated by DJ PON-3. Every so often, confetti would fall from a random location above the party. As far as Theorem was concerned, it was quite spectacular. However, what amazed Theorem even more was the fact that Flash Sentry had, at long l

 She stood outside the entrance to Canterlot High. She was a city girl, fresh off the streets of Manhattan, but had transferred here because she was sick of people making fun of her gold prosthetic arm. At her old school, it was always, “Hey Goldie, mind if I go prospecting,” this or, “Only rabbits like are supposed to like karats, stupid,” that, and she was sick of it. Her friends, Bonus Zone and Texture Map, were plenty nice, but they weren’t nearly enough to get her through the day. No, the only way for her to survive her high school life with her sanity intact was to transfer somewhere where people wouldnR

 “You’ve got a lot of nerve trying to talk to us after what you did,” Flash snarled, automatically leaping to Level’s defense. Tech simply snickered and replied, “I’m ssssssorry, Flash. I don’t recall assssking your OPINION!” As he shouted that last word, he shot a blast of goo at Flash, completely trapping the poor guy. Babs Seed growled and tried to step forward, but Level stuck out a foreleg to stop her. “Hold,” Level commanded. “But Level, this guy’s clearly trouble,” Babs argued. “Shouldn’t we be dealing with him like we dealt with the others?

 Flash Sentry casually walked over to the Counselor's Cabin. As he did, he pondered his situation more and more. He was relatively certain that last night must have been a dream. After all, Princess Twilight just appeared out of nowhere, and they had been nowhere near the portal to Equestria when that happened. On top of that, he was pretty sure it was impossible for a girl as incredible as Twilight to get as injured as she had appeared to be. However, the medallion that he was now apparently stuck with was proof to the contrary. He had barely touched the medallion, and now the string was fused to the back of his neck! What sort of weird ma

 Penultimate Round: Spelling Bee  The students were taking their seats in chairs on either side of the gym. Azalea scanned the room, trying to find an empty chair. She wanted to sit with her friends but, since she didn’t have that many, her options were kind of limited. She looked and looked until, finally, she saw an empty chair next to Flash Sentry. As Azalea made her way to the empty chair, she smiled. It was always nice to have a friend whom she could go to for support. No matter what, she could always count on Flash to say the right thing. That boy had seen it all – schoolyard bullies, horrible fathers, hospital visits, h