A/N: Told from Olivia's POV, this covers the 1-hour special that aired in the United States and was later uploaded to YouTube in 5 parts.

Full character bios are on my profile, but here is a brief summary. Told from her POV, Olivia Frost is light grey with shoulder-length brown hair, and she wears a below-the-knee prosthetic right leg (which is normally covered up) and round glasses (same size as Twilight's). Cloudflare, who goes by his nickname, is light orange with short green-blue hair.


At the beginning of the school year, if somebody said I'd be helping Sunset Shimmer with the yearbook... Well, I wouldn't say they're crazy. Rather, I'd applaud them for having a more overactive imagination than Pinkie Pie.

Then toward the end of the school year, I'd accuse them of being one of the Doc's companions... or the Doc him-slash-herself.

But, well, here we are. Myself, my friends, and my boyfriend are all gathering photos for the yearbook.

It's nice to have some music going, but why does it have to be a song written just for this? Eh, at least Sunset's not singing it live. I'm getting sick of Flare shutting down every breaking-into-song moment. But... I guess that's what happens when you're exposed to rapid-fire songs in a world of talking ponies, cats, birds, and hippogriffs that can turn into sea creatures while on an unexpected adventure.

"Think we should put ourselves as Class Couple anyway?" Flare asks me.

"No way," I say. "We have to include who the students voted for."

"Come on... Nobody's gonna know. What's the worst that can happen?"

"Half the students post on MyFace they were disappointed their pick didn't win, they find out almost nobody actually voted for us, they riot and burn down the school with their torched yearbooks, then they shove us through the portal to Equestria and smash what's left of the statue."

The song ends.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, when you put it like that..."

"Hey, you asked for the worst!"

Something falls onto the ground behind us, and there's a rustling of papers. I look back. Sunset is on the floor, as well as a green-haired girl wearing a striped sweater.

"Excuse me," she says.

"I'm sorry," Sunset says. "I didn't see you come in."

"And I didn't hear you come in," I say. "Then again, I was talking with Flarey."

"I've been here for a while," the girl says.

Sunset picks up some of the stuff she dropped. "I... didn't realize."

"I've been trying to get your attention for, like, half the song."

Maybe if you spoke up a little.

"Ain't she a quiet one," AJ whispers.

"Yeah," Rainbow quietly says, "and we know some pretty shy people." She glances at Fluttershy. "Am I right?"

"We do? Who?"

I... hope she was being sarcastic.

"I'm Sunset Shimmer, president of the yearbook committee and editor-in-chief. Do you wanna join? We could always use extra help."

"I'm Wallflower Blush."

"That name..." Flare whispers.

"You know her?" I ask.

"Mmmmmaaaaybe? Her name sorta rings a bell, but I don't know why."

"Anyway," Wallflower says, "I counted up all the votes for the yearbook Superlatives."

Sweet! All of us crowd around Sunset.

"Most Likely to Succeed, Best Smile, Class Clown..." She gasps. "Ooh! We won! Best Friends!" Photos of all 9 of us are on the list.

"I always knew I liked you all," Pinkie says, "but now it's official!" She squeezes us all together in a big hug. "In yearbook form! The people have spoken!"

Twilight grabs the lists. "You two are gonna like this one!" She hands the top sheet to me. The first thing on the list is Class Couple. There are photos of both myself and Flare.

"Sweet!" I show Flare the list. "We won Class Couple!"

"Alright!" He kisses me. "See? You worry for nothing."

"I was worried? You wanted to put us in regardless."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Guilty as charged. I just didn't want us to lose to Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops."

"Those two? They're not a couple."

"You sure? They spend a lot of time together, and half the time I've seen them they're walking with their arms linked."

"Have you seen them kiss?"

"Well, no, but some couples don't kiss each other."

"If you're so convinced they're dating and not just super bestest friends forever, why don't you ask them yourself?"

"Because I don't want to be slapped if I'm wrong."

Everyone gasps.

"Just the yearbook?!" Sunset yells.

AJ groans. "Now ya gone and done it..."

"The student body has entrusted me with the responsibility of gathering their memories into the pages of this book. In thirty years, we might not remember everything, but we will remember what's in the yearbook."

"Well," Rainbow says, "I'm entrusting you not to put us next to Best Muscles." She grabs an older yearbook, then repeatedly opens and closes it. "Every time you close the book, it'll be like we're kissing Bulk Biceps!"

"I'm with Rainbow," Flare says. "He's quite the hunk, but I'd rather kiss Olivia."

"Aww... But you two would make such a kee-yoot couple!" I say in a cutesy, overly sarcastic tone.

Pinkie picks up one of the lists. "Hmm..." She looks at it, then Flare, and back and forth a few times. "Nope. Not seeing it."

Is it possible to be sarcastic enough for Pinkie to catch on?

"Why don't we take our picture at the beach on Saturday?" Rarity says. "Everyone's bound to look adorable."

Pinkie stands on the counter. "Beach day~!" She leaps off. "I'll make my world-famous fun-in-the-sun cupcakes!"

"Beach, huh?" I say to myself. "Haven't been to the beach since I was 12." As long as I don't have to go in the water –

The classroom door opens, and Trixie walks in. "The Great and Powerful Trrrixie demands to speak to the yearbook editor immediately!"

"Unfortunately for me," Sunset reluctantly says, "that's me." She walks over to Trixie. "What do you want, Trixie?"

Trixie grabs the paper from Sunset's hands and reads over it. "Ha! Just as I suspected! I was not voted Grrreatest and Most Powerfullest! Explain yourself."

"How does she roll her Rs so easily?" Flare quietly asks me.

"If you know how to do it," I respond, "it's rrrrreally easy. And I haven't even practiced."

Trixie grabs one of the old yearbooks and flips through it. "Neither was Biggest Meanie, but that didn't stop you from winning it our freshman year."

She hands the book to Sunset. On the left page is a photo of Sunset in her old outfit angrily holding the camera and about to punch either it or the cameraperson, with Snips and Snails to her left laughing.

"That was different," AJ says. "The whole school voted for her."

"She was soooooooo mean," Pinkie says.

"Of course," Twilight says, stepping up to Sunset, "we all know you've earned the right not to be remembered that way." She takes the yearbook and tosses it behind her.

"I am so glad she's not like that anymore," I say.

"We all are," Flare says. "But I bet you are the most grateful."

"Without a doubt. I don't think I'll ever forget how she nearly ruined my life. But hey, that's all in the past."

"Thanks," Sunset says. She looks at Trixie. "We're not having a Greatest and Powerfullest Superlative. Sorry."

"Oh, you're the one who will be sorry, Sunset Shimmer! When you least expect it, I'll have my revenge! And then I'll disappear! Like this!" She pulls something round out of... somewhere. "Behold! The Magician's Exit!"

She throws it on the ground, causing a huge cloud of smoke to form. When it clears, Trixie is trying to open the door.

"Amazing exit, O Grrrrreat and Powerful Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrixie!" I say, even more over-the-top than she does it.

Flare sighs. "Now you're just showing off."

"Allow me," Sunset says, taking the key out of her pocket. "We were actually on our way out." She unlocks and opens the door, then motions for Trixie to leave.

"Hmph!" She walks out, and all of us laugh. We leave as well.

"Ooh! Olivia, can you turn off the lights?" Sunset asks.

"Sure." I take a few steps back, reach into the room, feel around for the light switch, and flip it down.

"You could've looked for the switch instead of feeling for it," Flare asks.

"Eh, I was lazy."