A/N: This is my fanfic "Friendship Games are Magic" as told through Olivia's point-of-view. This is a supplementary story, so reading the other is recommended.

Olivia's skin color is light grey (a bit lighter than Derpy's) and her hairstyle is similar to Mystery Mint's (timestamp 0:10:25 in the iTunes/DVD/Blu-ray version, far left), but about 2 inches shorter and brown. She has a prosthetic right leg which is covered by a knee-high sock.

***Week 2, Wednesday***

Almost everybody is lined up at the classroom door. Even at Crystal Prep, students are eager to leave. I'm still sitting at my desk in the back left of the room. After being among the last to leave at Canterlot High for so long, it's become second-nature, even here.

The final bell rings, and the students rush out the door. Not leaving right away has its advantages, especially since my schedule takes me all over the school. I can wait a bit longer at the end of the day. After a few minutes, I stand up, put my backpack on, and leave the room. There are still some students hanging around, but the halls aren't as congested as they usually are.

The school's reputation is well-deserved. From the couple games I attended, not only do they care a ton about winning, the players get super aggressive whenever they're not. It's like they're incapable of having fun unless they're destroying the competition.

"You're a former Canterlot High School student. We don't associate with your type."

Sugarcoat's words were blunt, but it's something I figured would happen. I'd rather have everybody ignore me than deal with the constant teasing at CHS.

I reach the first flight of stairs. I always dread this. Okay... Grab both railings, lead each step with my left leg, quickly pull my right one up. Every time I do this, I feel like I'm 13 again. I told the principal I can't do this every day, but she said I should suck it up. I swear the bitch has it out for me. Why else would all four of my classes be on different floors?

Okay, first set of stairs done. Now for the second. Going up and down stairs wasn't an issue at CHS because Principal Celestia made sure I'd have to use them as little as possible. Principal Cinch did the exact opposite. Even when my parents addressed this, she said the schedule was finalized and there's nothing she could do. I don't mind walking around a bit, but spending this much time climbing stairs is applying a lot of stress to the prosthetic, even with my very careful movements. I'm afraid it'll break soon. I've actually considered keeping my spare in my backpack just in case.

I arrive at my locker. If I didn't have to carry 3 heavy books, I'd keep everything with me and go straight to the exit at the end of the day. Don't need my Algebra book, don't need my Biology book. Got some History homework to do, though. Oh, of course it's under the books I just put away... I set my backpack down, then lift the other books to get my History one. I put it in my backpack, then close my locker.

"Olivia?" I look to my right. It's Dean Cadance. "Principal Cinch wants to see you."

"Right now?"

"She said it's real important."

I sigh. "Alright..." What the hell could she want, anyway? I've been staying out of trouble, and my grades aren't terrible.

I walk over to the principal's door and open it. "You wanted to see me?"

"Come in, Olivia."

I close the door behind me. Every time I walk in here, it feels like I'm walking into a mob boss's office. I could easily see her petting a cat while she sits in her fancy-looking chair. A black cat... I sit on the stool in front of her desk.

"How are you doing today?"

I sigh. "I was doing fine."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. The Friendship Games are a couple days away. You get to see your old school again."

I really don't want to go back... "About that..."

"Which brings me to why I called you here. You see, Canterlot High has been developing a sort of... reputation lately. Test scores, grades, even athletics are on the rise."

"And... what does this have to do with me?"

"I understand you had a reputation there. Everybody knew who you were."

"Yeah, a bad rep."

"I'll cut right to the chase. You will be joining our team for the Friendship Games."

Uh... no. "Okay... Do I have any say in this?"

"Since everyone over there knows you, seeing you playing for their rivals will likely throw them off their game. Not that we need the help, but I like to cover all my bases."

"Principal Cinch, I didn't even plan on attending the games because of the CHS students. There's no way I'm taking part in them, especially with my prosthetic."

"Ah, yes. Your prosthetic. I feel you're making a big deal out of something minor. You've been attending this school for seven months, and you're still walking."

"Only because I'm super careful with how I handle the stairs."

"Which means you should have no trouble with whatever the games throw at you."

Arguing with her is pointless. She's not gonna take no for an answer. "Can you at least tell me what the events are?"

"The events are kept a secret until the games start. Don't worry. There won't be anything you can't handle."

I assume that means I won't have to run or jump. Guess she's not a total bitch after all. It'd be nice to meet up with Cloudflare again as well, assuming he didn't move away, too. I sigh. "Okay, fine."

"Excellent. We leave for CHS tomorrow for their silly 'meet-n-greet'. Report to the front of the school after the final bell."