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Noelle can’t help herself. Even after enduring a harsh lecture from her mother about how she was ‘above such filth as Susie’, about how Susie has no respect for their family or their history, about how she was forbidden from having ‘that girl’ over ever again, and about how she was grounded for the rest of the evening, she’s still smiling, ear to ear.
After all, the words still echo in her head, over and over.
“Well… guess who’s taking your daughter… to the FESTIVAL tomorrow, jerk?”
It wasn’t just how cool Susie was when she had said it, or the fact she had the guts to say things to her mother that Noelle never would. No, it was that… that… That Susie had asked her out to the festival!!!!!!!
She could die, Noelle thinks, she could really die. And so when she returns to her room, the door slammed behind her by her mother, the first thing she does is flop onto her bed and scream.
Susie!!!! Wants!!!! To!!!! Go!!!! Out!!!! With!!!! Her!!!!!!!!!!!! Her hooves thump thump thump against the bed, matching the way Noelle’s heart beats against her chest; it’s beating so hard she swears she can feel the beat reverberating against her bed.
Her mother probably thinks she’s throwing a screaming tantrum. Let her, she thinks, it’s better this way. Tomorrow, she’d have to find a way to sneak out of the house; there was no doubt she was grounded from the festival, too. But today, oh, today of all glorious days, Noelle was celebrating.