A Diamond in the Rough: Chapter 2
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The booting up of my camera was a little slow, but I managed to start my video recorder quickly, and gave Mrs. Tiara the nod to begin. I could tell I wouldn't be going anywhere for quite some time, but I knew the promotion would be worth it. With that, she cleared her throat and began her tale.
"Well, first off, I'll tell you about my parents. My dad, Filthy Rich, was brown and had a pitch-black mane, along with a small blue and white tuxedo and a red tie with dollar signs, and my mom, Glamour Tiara, was, like me, pink, with a diagonally striped rainbow mane and she is one of the tallest female ponies I know. Unfortunately…they hated each other."
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(24 years ago: Diamond Tiara's modern perspective of her infancy.)
I lived in a gargantuan, 3 story mansion even as an infant. We had about 5 footcolts, and I soon made friends with them, primarily because even as an infant, my parents were nowhere to be found. They only seemed to do two things, argue, and run their businesses. Glamour ran a very successful jewelry store, that is closed today, and my dad ran the best business in Ponyville, Rich's Barnyard Bargains. I couldn't understand what they were saying to each other back then, but I'd imagine their conversations would sound like this…
Glamour might say, "I told you we should have waited until they made gender control pills, but you had to be a whiny and say 'It will be a male, trust me!' and now we have a useless daughter who can't take over your shitty business!"
Then dad might say, "We can raise her and have her teach the son once those pills exist! She is not useless, and my business is not shitty!"
"Oh, sure! Let's raise the frilly pink pony so that she knows everything about business! That's not going to happen! And even if it does, she'll learn from a moron who can't even get away from royalties that he has to pay to a farming family!"
"I know that I'll be able to work out some stupid deal or find one loophole in the contract we have with the Apple Family. So just leave!
"Fine! I hate you! Why did I even marry you!" she would conclude, and then they would leave and go to their businesses, stressed and distraught.
Of course, it wasn't all that bad. The footcolts were very polite and attentive. Also, the butler, White Handkerchief, who had a dull white body, a gray mane, and brown eyes, treated me like I was his daughter.
He was very polite, and actually enjoyed his job, especially considering, from what I can remember, I was fairly quiet as an infant, and not as demanding as you might think.
But, the fighting continued, and it wasn't until I was...about four years old when they officially divorced.
I can't remember my Dad's reaction and my Mom's reaction to the divorce, but I do remember that was around the time I got 'the talk' about cursing. I still do it constantly, so it ain't like it made too much of a damn difference.
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Anyway, Dad spent about two years recovering before he finally signed me up for school. And yes, I got my first diary between the divorce and my first day of school, and I did start writing in it almost immediately after I acquired it.
Anyway, going out of the mansion, I felt like a needle on top of a field of hay. The place where I had lived for five years had felt foreign and distant, so concern gripped me like a leech as I hesitantly walked to school.
The teacher, named Mrs. Joy a green pony with golden curls of hair, had a fun-loving spirit that I could feel from the beginning. Of course, I was still hesitant to raise my hand when she asked questions, but after I saw no one knew the answer to 6 X 6, I felt my hoof go up.
"Yes, Diamond Tiara?" she said, making me sweat like crazy.
"Uh…it's 36, right? I hope I'm not wrong…"
"Don't worry dear, that's correct! Wow, you are great at math for a kindergartner!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Joy."
All of a sudden, I heard a few kids clopping, and I even got a few compliments after school. I had never felt so good in my life before, and I instantly knew my goal in life was to make everypony realize how special I was. So, I did my best to make sure I never worried about making mistakes, and to just say whatever it on my mind.
About 5 days later, a day after we had our first quiz, Mrs. Joy said, "Now, class, I will announce who got the best score on this quiz!"
I had no doubt it was me, but, surprisingly enough, a filly named Silver Spoon got 100% on it, and I only got 90%! I pondered how she was able to do so, and soon enough I found myself walking with her.
Without further ado, I said, "Hey, Silver Spoon! I'm Diamond Tiara! Nice job on that test!"
"Um…hi diamond tia…"
"Hey, are you OK? I can't hear you!"
"It's just…well, I don't talk much, so I don't really know how to talk to you without sounding like an idiot."
"Hey, I've got a great idea! Why don't I teach you how to talk better, and you teach me how you got that grade?"
"Sure. Can we start now?"
"Of course! First off, don't be afraid to say whatever is on your mind, like what I did when I answered the 6 X 6 question. Second off, just go with the flow."
"Wow, is it really that simple?"
"Yep! It didn't take me very long, so it shouldn't take long for you either!"
"Wow, thanks Diamond Tiara! Can we be friends?"
"Yeah! Say, would you like to see the mansion I live in?"
"You live in a mansion? Wow, and I thought my family was rich, since I live in a 2 story building!"
"Yeah, my last name isn't called Rich for nothing! Come on, follow me!"
"I'm right behind you, Diamond!"
And just like that, I met my first and very best friend.
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Next Chapter: Diamond and Spoon talk with each other more, we discover some of Diamond's hobbies. What are they, and how will Diamond and Spoon bond? Find out, next time!