New Life
Dulcè was a sweet pegasus and loved by her small town, she knew everypony and everypony knew her. The main problem for their town was that the city folk sped down main street at speeds way to fast. Dulcè had just finished volunteering at foals' home for displaced foals. She was walking across the street with a donut in her mouth when she suddenly turned her head and before she could get airborne last thing her mind saw a fire red sports slamming into her and she flipped over the hood and hitting the windshield and hitting the asphalt and another sports car hitting her.
Choking on her own blood she felt her life leaving her. She knew she was going to die, as her eyes shut she felt a pony wrapping her broken body in a hug; this pony was shedding tears for her odd though her pain had left her. Opening her eyes for the last time she saw a dark unicorn with a purple in her mane.............Obsidian was there to ease her death. Crying she closed her eyes, she forgot to tell her mother and father she loved them!
She expected when her eyes opened in the after life she'd didn't expect to see what her eyes saw. She was in a crib, looking at a tiny round mirror with foal toys hanging on it she saw herself or maybe it wasn't she didn't know. How and why did she turn into a little filly? Suddenly she realized she was hungry, best she could think to do was cry. She saw a young mare appear and lift her out of the crib and she began to sip from the bottle which she was offered. After a few minutes she was placed on the floor to play. The only thing she wanted to do since she was a foal suck on the ring her hooves snagged from a ring stacking toy. Looking at the photos around her she saw the mare in them with another filly. She wondered why she was turned to a filly and put in this house was had this mare lost foal? Odd thing was there were no pictures of a father, she crawled to the mare's lap and snuggled up close.
"Don't fret now my little filly I won't lose you, I'll be here for all of your days."
[Time Lapse 8 years]
The school bell rang and Dulcè left the classroom and trotted to her locker, her report card showed she had straight A's and as she walked to the school bus her mother showed up and she ran to the car and hopped in.
"How's school today sweetie?"
"It went well, got my report card!" She said excitedly and hoofed it over to her mom.
"Good Job my little filly I'm so proud of you." It was odd living this life with the memories of her past life. The mother of her past life didn't care much about and her father ignored her.............but here was a single mom giving everything she could to make sure she had an education and working two jobs and yet still had time for her. That evening as she did her homework she was having a terrible time with a math problem:
(3x+2)+80=100
She began to cry, the teacher was giving her harder math than her peers; the teacher was trying so very hard to teach to Dulcè's level. Dulcè was very smart and levels above her friends. But now she hit her limit. Her mother put the dishes she was washing and came over to help. Looking at the problem she said, "To solve this we first subtract 80 from both sides and that leaves us with 20. Now we have, 3x+2=20. Subtract 2 from both sides and that gives us, 3x=18. Now divide 18 by 3 and that leaves us with x=6."
Sniffling she hugged her mother, "Thanks mommy" Dulcè felt a little silly crying over the math problem, but she was in a filly's body.
Her birthday came and her mother baked her a lovely cake and her friends came over for a fun party that afternoon, that evening she was exhausted and her presented her a gift, it was brand new pair of skates! She now had the chance to join the skate club! She was excited and tried them on and did a rounds on their driveway. As she slept her mother sat in her own bedroom looking at the bills, she had no idea how she was going to come up with 20,000 bits to pay for the bills.
In the other room Dulcè was looking at a news article about a skate race in town and the 1st place winner would win 30,000 bits. Her town lived for skating made it a huge deal. She got it! To help her mom she'd compete and win. The next morning her mother woke to up thst Saturday to see her filly going back and forth as fast as she could, which was pretty fast. She saw the article about the race and it broke her heart, what had she done to deserve a filly who would give of herself so young? The race day came and Sugarcube (Dulcè's mom) could see her daughter at the back of the pack, the racers turned the last corner and were on the home stretch. The racers were very tired but she saw her daughter speed to the front of the pack and booked it ass fast as she could, Rainbow Dash would've been proud to see the speed. Dulcè had conserved her energy for this moment. She crossed the finish line five seconds with the colt who had been leading the pack.
The bills were paid with bits to spare, Dulcè loved her mom and secretly wrote a letter to her mom's boss asking for a raise and promotion for her mom. To say the least the boss was impressed that a young filly cared about such things so as not to disappoint the filly and since Sugarcube was his best employee always punctual and he knew about her circumstances he promoted her to CFO in his corporation. Sugarcube was elated! She finally got that promotion she had been wanting so badly and now working one job, she had more time for her daughter who proved as the years went by had a servant's heart and gave of her time and resources and volunteered at different venues.
Dulcè grew up and the day came when she was ready to move into an apartment she found one close to home so she could visit everyday her mother found a good stallion to marry and Dulcè thought he was amazing, he had a similar experience as her mom and she had a step-sibling, she got with her step-brother queit well.........their family was as filled with fun and it became apparent to all four of them that they were all pranksters and living with them would make your watch yourself because you never know when you would come across some prank of theirs.