[CANTERLOT HIGH, 9:00A.M.} I could hear them. Whispers slithered through the hallways, wrapping around me like a bad perfume I couldn’t wash off. I clenched my jaw, gripping my books so hard my knuckles turned white. Three months. Three months of apologizing, proving myself, helping out, not being evil—and I was STILL the number one topic of hallway gossip...ughhhh... "..Fine. Whatever. Be the bigger person. Rise above it. Yada, yada." I muttered under my breath through gritted teeth, before exhaling. I just had to survive until history class. The one class where we sit around and talk about terrible people who made terrible choices and “what we can learn from them.” And guess who everyone always turned to for “insight” on tyranny, manipulation, and absolute power corrupting absolutely? Yup. ME. Surprisingly nobody turned to Adagio...although luckily, everyone was starting to understand how suspicious she is especially..