I Hate Writer's Block -- Teenager Silver Spoon Preview, Only Not Really A Preview So Fear No Spoilers I Guess · 2:30pm Sep 11th, 2014
Right now I'm in a mixture between busy as hell and completely unable to write, due to stress, probably. This is frustrating, due to the fact that I'm approaching the climax of a story I've been working on for months. I consider that fic to be my most solid work yet, and the last chaters can't be anything but good, so I'm currently in a "write 1000 words/delete 1000 words" loop and I can't seem to get out of it. I'll probably start brainstorming from point zero again, or at least ask somebody for help in this particular bit, because I'm stuck.
On the other hand, it's been ages since I uploaded anything, and I feel horrible about that. I like to be constant with my writing. Seeing this, and seeing how I have a couple one-shots in my Drive that I don't know if I should finish (and if I do, I'll have to rewrite a big part of them), I'm going to show you a scene of a story I like to call Teenspoon for now. As per now, it's the only scene of the fic I believe is worthy of being posted, so if I ever rewrite it, I'll build it around this one. Have in mind it's not proofread yet, so you'll experience it in all its horrible glory. Sorry!
It might even help me get out of the stress-induced block, so if any of you like this, tell me and I'll try to rest from that long-ass fic I talked about in the first paragraph. If you believe it's not worthy, tell me. The prereaders told me this particular story wasn't really good and I believed them -- this scene is probably the only exception, so yeah. Tell me.
If any of you think you would like a collab with me with this story or with any other comedy, also tell me, because I've been in the mood for a collab for like six months as per now.
“You smoked in front of your teacher? In the middle of the class? And then you threatened him?!”
Silver Spoon, wearing sunglasses and a thick leather jacket, red lipstick on her lips, rolled her eyes and rested her back against the chair. She would have liked to rest her legs on the desk in front of her, because the pose would have been as cool as can be, but the headmistress was already resting her hooves on it, so there was no use. “I didn’t threaten him,” she explained. “I was making a statement, okay?”
“Yes.” The headmistress’s frown didn’t disappear. “A statement. Sure you did. But that’s not the only reason why you are here, is it?”
The room was small and cozy. The walls were mint green, the window was big and let the sunlight get in the room without trouble, the desk was big and dark, and there were so many file cabinets in there one could hardly walk in. It looked exactly like any other headmistress’ office ever. Silver had never been there before.
“Well,” she said, smiling a little, “I think I’m here for being myself, Miss.”
“Uh-huh. Being yourself.” The headmistress, that brown mare with a yellow mane, sighed. “Being yourself and refusing to listen to your teacher’s orders…”
“He wasn’t exactly polite about that.”
“...insulting him without reason…”
“I wasn’t insulting him! I was just quoting Match Box. You know, the protagonist of the MatchBox Twenty books?. That’s how he talks to his father, it’s not my fault that—”
“...yelling in class…”
“He was interrupting me, of course I had to yell.”
“...insulting your classmates…”
“Twist pointed out that I was quoting books. It’s not my fault she’s a nerd.”
“...throwing chalk to your classmates…”
“She said I was a nerd! What a nerd.”
“...refusing to leave the room when everypony asked you to do so…”
“Not everypony. Snails was too busy staring at my legs.”
“...kicking your classmate in the face, causing him minor injuries…”
“Yeah, he stared at my legs a little too much.”
“...and then kicking everypony else when they told you that shouting ‘Rebellion!’ was stupid. Including Snails, again. Especially Snails.”
Silence.
“I am not apologizing for that last one.”
“You didn’t apologize for anything yet!”
“Yeah but I’m especially not apologizing for that one.”
“Look.” The headmistress’s frown became bigger, somehow. “I’m trying not to lose my cool here, Silver Spoon, but you’re acting as a delinquent. You’ve disrupted the class, caused uncalled mayhem, and disrespected not only your teacher and your teacher’s family, but also your classmates. Especially Snails. I can’t stress enough how much you’ve disrespected Snails.”
“I don’t like ponies staring at my legs without my permission.”
The headmistress sighed. “What is happening, Silver Spoon? You’re not like… like this.” She pointed at her jacket. “I know you. You’re not a perfect student, but you’re not a bully. You’re not a… a…”
Silver smiled. She searched in her pocket for another cigarette, but her teacher had confiscated them. “A rebel?” she asked.
“A troublemaker,” the headmistress said. “One day you’re perfectly normal, and the next one you appear wearing lipstick and smoking and insulting your teachers? What is wrong with you? What the hay is happening here?”
“Nothing, Miss.” Silver shrugged. “Nothing is happening. Nothing ever happens. And that’s the problem, don’t you think?”
“Don’t try to go smart on me.”
Silver bared her teeth. “What happens,” she said, “is that I’m tired. I’ve been following everypony’s orders all my life, but yesterday I realized that I don’t need to. You said that I wasn’t acting like this before? Shame on me for that.” She shrugged. “I was older then, but I’m younger than that now. I’m not changing. You’ve changed.”
Silence.
“You do realize you’re not making any sense, right? Look, I don’t know what—wait. Are you on drugs?”
“What?!” Silver frowned. “No!”
“Because you sound like you’re on drugs.”
“No, I don’t!”
“You know that drugs are illegal, right? That it’s my duty as your tutor and as an adult to bring you to the police if you—”
“I am not taking drugs!”
“Oh dear, I can’t believe one of my students…”
“I said I’m not doing that!” Silver rolled her eyes. “I was trying to be poetic, okay? Excuse me for spicing up the conversation a little!”
Silence.
“...Is ‘poetic’ some kind of slang for ‘junkie’ or—?”
“I read a book yesterday and it made me think,” Silver interrupted. “Simple as that, okay? No drugs whatsoever. I realized that I wasn’t… acting like I would like to act. All perfect and princess-like and… And normal. I wasn’t acting like a foal, I was trying to act like an adult.” She crossed her legs and frowned. “And that’s just stupid. I’m young. I should act like a youngling. Everypony should do that.”
Silence.
“So you’re acting like the protagonist of a book.”
Silver shook her head. “Not exactly. I’m acting like I think I should act after reading that book.”
The headmistress blinked. “Silver Spoon, I’m afraid you’re still not making any sense. You think you should act like this?” She sighed and rested her back against her chair. “Faux leather? Lipstick? Cigarettes? Do you think you look cooler doing this or something? What am I missing?”
“I—”
“Because you do realize that you’re acting in a way that makes it very easy for me to expel you, right? You attacked a teacher in the middle of the class, after taunting him by smoking in his presence.” She shook her head. “The only reason why you are here talking to me instead of talking to the police is because—”
“Police?!” Silver frowned. “I can’t be arrested! I did nothing!”
“Do I need to repeat again that you attacked a teacher? Because I can do that if I want. You attacked a teacher.” The headmistress clapped. “There. See? I just said it! I’m so good at educating ponies.”
“But I…! That’s not enough for me to go to jail!” Silver frowned. “Uh. It isn’t, right?”
“Silver Spoon, you’re not a child anymore. You’re almost an adult.” The headmistress sighed. “You are responsible for your actions, and you attacked a figure of authority that was legally supposed to take care of you. The school is not going to present charges, and your teacher agreed that you are not like this. He assured me that you were a… Well.” She licked her lips. “That you were not a total monster, that’s it. It’s… I guess he said you were nice.”
Silence.
“I mean, he implied it. Kind of. He said you’re not that horrible.”
“Uh-huh.” Silver rolled her eyes. “Not that horrible.”
“Yes. Is something happening at your house, Silver Spoon?” The headmistress crossed her legs and gave her a sympathetic look. “Did… Did your parents argue? Did you see something that left a mark on you, or…?”
“I am not doing this because I’m traumatized.”
“I’m just saying. I know that a divorce is a hard thing to go through, but…”
“My parents are not getting divorced.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Because that’s exactly what anypony would say if her parents were getting a divorce.”
Silver sighed. “I am doing this because it’s my choice, okay? Nothing forced me to change. I realized I wanted to be a rebel, and…”
“You’re rebelling against the world,” the headmistress interrupted. “Look, Silver Spoon, that’s normal for a pony your age. You are confused, you don’t know what to do with your life, so you shut yourself to—”
“I’m not shutting myself!” Silver frowned. “What the hay are you talking about now?!”
“A student came here looking like she wants a free pass straight to jail, that’s what I’m talking about.” The headmistress waved a hoof. “You’re ‘a rebel’, you want to fight authority, you try to look cool by being a bad girl. I get that. I’m trying to empathise with you here.”
“No, you are not!” Silver said. “You are being condescending, treating me like if I had done something wrong!”
“Like attacking a teacher?”
“Like if I had done something wrong apart from that!”
“Silver Spoon…”
“No!” Silver got up from her chair and glared at the headmistress. “You’re patronizing me! I come here in a new outfit and the teacher’s first reaction is to act all offended and send me here! I try to explain that I changed my personality because I realized I wasn’t being who I am, and what do you do? You assume I’m taking drugs or that I have troubles at home!”
“Your teacher’s first reaction wasn’t to send you here.” The headmistress eyes got colder. “You walked into the class with a serious attitude, and then you lighted a cigarette and blew the smoke at him. After that, you proceeded to insult and physically attack everypony who tried to tell you to calm down.”
Silver shook her head. “I—That’s not what I’m talking about! I’m not the problem! You are! You are treating me like—”
“Like a pony that randomly chose to antagonize the entire high school for no reason? Silver Spoon, I’m trying to understand why is this happening, but you’re not making any sense. You read a book, and next thing we know you smoke? What kind of book did you read anyway?”
“See?” Silver sighed. “You assume that something forced me to act this way. Now it’s the book’s fault. Can’t you at least try to imagine that what I did, I did it because I wanted to? I chose to dress like this and to act like this myself. I’m not trying to ‘look cooler’, I’m just trying to be myself.”
“Well, that sounds pretty nice, but at the end of the day you’re not acting like you should, so I’m afraid I will call your parents.” The headmistress shrugged. “I tried to reason with you, but that’s clearly not what you want. Be grateful we’re not presenting charges. Now go home, you’re expelled for the rest of the day.”
Silver bared her teeth. “See?! I try to explain you what I’m going through, and you dismiss everything!”
“What you are going through? Dear Celestia.” She sighed. “Silver Spoon…”
“Silver.”
Silence.
“What?”
“I’m not ‘Silver Spoon’. I’m ‘Silver’ now.” Silver walked to the door, dodging the multiple file cabinets on her way. “That’s my new name. It represents the new me.”
The headmistress rolled her eyes so hard that they were completely white for a couple seconds, but Silver didn’t care. She opened the door and walked away from that room without saying a word. Right before doing so, however, she could clearly hear the headmistress muttering the word “Teenagers” with a mixture between contempt and tiredness in her voice.
“Well Ah don’t know what were you expectin’, but you brought this onto yourself.”
Silver said nothing at first. She had been sitting in that bench outside the schoolyard for an hour now, doing nothing but think and smoke. She just got the cigarette out of her mouth and expelled the white smoke, looking at the forms it made in the wind with a thoughtful expression. The bitterness in her tongue made her think about how time worked. Then she sighed and turned around to see who was talking to her.
Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Twist were there, smiling a little. “What are you doing here?” Silver asked. “Are you skipping class?”
“No.”
“Yeah, of course we are.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes and sat at Silver’s right. “It’s Music. Nopony enjoys Music.”
“I enjoy Music!”
“Nopony except Sweetie Belle enjoys Music,” Scootaloo said. “And even Sweetie Belle agreed to skip that class, so I don’t know why we are having this argument in the first place.”
“The fact that it’s boring doesn’t mean it’s not enjoyable.”
“It’s weird to see you skipping class,” Silver said, looking back at her cigarette.
“Well it’s weirder to come here dressed up as Match Box.” Twist poked Silver’s jacket. “Although the color is wrong. It’s supposed to be half a shade darker.”
Silver raised an eyebrow. “Nerd.”
“You are the one dressed up as a book character and I am the nerd?”
“Yes.”
“Eyup.”
“No offense, Twist.”
“Anyway,” Scootaloo said, “I gotta say that’s a cool outfit. Also you’re nuts. But cool outfit anyway.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, cool as a lake in winter,” Apple Bloom said, sitting at Silver’s left. “Doesn’t really fit you, don’t you think?”
“Hey!”
“Black goes well with grey,” Sweetie Belle said. “It fits her!”
“Yeah, still don’t fit’er.” Apple Bloom looked back at Silver. “Being without Diamond Tiara really got into your head, hmm?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Silver said, taking another breath of her cigarette. “And I’m still wondering why are you here.”
“We’re a little bit worried about you,” Sweetie Belle said, smiling. “You’ve been—”
“Hey, I’m not worried,” Twist interrupted. “I just came here to laugh at her. Plus, she’s dressed as Match Box. You don’t usually see ponies cosplaying in this town, y’see.”
Silence.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“The heck is ‘cosplayin’?”
“Are you serious?” Twist frowned. “None of you know? Have you ever joined a fandom?”
“Now, I don’t know if you’re insulting us in some weird tongue or if you’re just a really big nerd,” Scootaloo said. “But I’m kind of going for the latter. You’re a big nerd. Stop being such a nerd. Nerd.”
“Oh, come on!”
“No offense. Anyway, Silver, what the heck got into your head? That’s what we were wondering,” Scootaloo said, poking Silver’s mane to call her attention. “You went from princess to beast in one day.”
Silver frowned. “I’m not a beast, thank you very much.”
“Snails thinks otherwise.”
“Snails didn’t act like a gentlecolt, so I taught him a lesson. He’ll get better.”
“Yeah, but bucking Snail’s face? That’s not your style.” Apple Bloom shook her head. “Silver Spoon, we—”
“Just Silver.”
Silence.
“Beg pardon?”
“I’m not Silver Spoon anymore.” Silver threw the cigarette away and took her sunglasses off. “I’m just Silver now.”
Sweetie Belle blinked. “Just Silver?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It represents the new me.”
“Why? Are you becoming a lawpony? You’re smoking and wearing that jacket and kicking ponies because you want to—”
“Yeah we’re not doin’ this.” Apple Bloom smiled at Sweetie Belle. “Thank you for your input.”
“Aw, come on! It was funny!”
“Yeah no it wasn’t. Silver,” Scootaloo said, “we’re worried about you. Kind of. I’m also interested in that jacket, but the general feeling here is worry so I want you to concentrate on that. We can talk about the jacket later.”
“As I said,” Twist said, “I’m here for simple entertainment. I care more about my glasses than I care about Silver Spoon here.”
“Silver.”
“About Silver here.” Twist raised an eyebrow. “No offense, by the way.”
“None taken.”
“Sweetie Belle skipped Music class because she was worried about you,” Apple Bloom said. “Now, me? Ah think anypony can do whatever she wants, and as long as she’s having fun and nopony gets serious injuries it’s not a big deal. Scoots just thinks that jacket’s lookin’ fine. But Sweetie Belle? She thinks you might be goin’ through something weird to act like this, and she believes that we have to help anypony in need. She’s dumb like that.” She smirked. “So why don’t you just humor us and tell us what’s itching you?”
“Please?” Sweetie Belle put her head between Apple Bloom and looked at Silver. The corners of her mouth were down, her ears were flat against her head and her pupils were bigger than Silver’s hooves. Her eyes were sparkling a little. “Pleeaaase? We just want to help you!”
Silver frowned. “Stop doing that.”
“Pleeaaaseeee?”
“Are you giving me the puppy eyes? Because I’m not falling for that.”
“Ssssshhhh.” Scootaloo put a leg over Silver’s shoulders. “No talking. Just look at the cute puppy and start talking.”
“Pleeeaaaseeee?”
“Your voice is high-pitched.”
“No talking. Just look at Sweetie Belle.” Apple Bloom frowned. “Well, and then talk, Ah guess. But talk about what we want you to talk.”
“Come on, we know we can help you somehow! I skipped Music class for youuuuuuuuuuu.”
“You’re creeping me out a little.” Twist poked Sweetie Belle’s mane. “How are you doing that with your eyes?”
“Years of practice.” Scootaloo nudged Silver. “Come on, how can you say no to that face? Look at her.”
“I—”
“I said look at her.”
Silver frowned. “You’re being very creepy.”
“Come on! Look at the puppy! You don’t want her to cry, do you?” Scootaloo winked at Sweetie Belle, whose put became even bigger. “You don’t right? Nopony wants Sweetie to cry. She’s too cute for that, hm?”
“You three ate lead when you were babies, right?”
“Don’t insult the puppy. Good ponies never insult puppies.”
“I don’t know what kind of effect are you looking for when you refer to your friend as a dog?” Silver got up from the bench, and Scootaloo almost fell on her face when she did so. “But you know what? It’s not working. At all.”
“Aw, don’t be a party pooper!” Sweetie Belle’s eyes came back to normal as she crossed her legs. “Stop being such a jerk and tell us what’s happening!”
“Yeah, and Sweetie Belle’s puppy eyes always work.”
“I’m pretty sure that depends entirely on the victim,” Twist said. “You aim it at stallions, right?”
“Mostly.”
“Figures.”
“Look, nothing is happening, okay?” Silver sighed and frowned at her classmates. “That’s kind of the whole point here.”
Silence.
“Well,” Twist said, “that made no sense, but you go, girl. That’s as good as any other explanation.”
“How many years have we been in this town, girls?” Silver asked. “And how many interesting things have happened?”
“Well there was the whole Nightmare Moon incident.”
“And Discord.”
“And Cerberus.”
“Twilight losing her cool and breaking havoc.”
“Spike losing his cool and breaking havoc.”
“There were those freaky flying balls that ate everything too, right?”
“And when the Everfree itself invaded Ponyville.”
“Yeah, and when Ah got that old sickness that could’ve killed the entire town.”
“Exactly.” Silver frowned. “Absolutely nothing.”
Silence.
“Ah’m pretty sure you miscounted there.”
“We’re not supposed to live like this!” Silver kicked the ground. “Nothing has changed since the day we were born. Same town, same friends, same life. Same everything!”
“Well, this is a small town,” Twist said. “Everything always stays the same.”
“Yes, but do we need to be like this too?” Silver frowned and looked at her hooves. “I just… I don’t think this is right.”
Nopony said a word for a couple seconds. Slowly, Sweetie Belle sat down on the place Silver had been occupying. “Huh?”
“I finished a very long book series yesterday, okay?” Silver sighed. “It… made me think.”
“Woah. Thinking? That’s new.”
“Twist. Shut up.”
“Well excuse me if I’m unimpressed because Princess Freedom Fighter here finished a book yesterday and that made her think. Hah! I do that every day! Which one, Silver Spoon? How To Correctly Braid Your Mane And Other Mentally Challenging Things For Pretty Ladies?”
Silver raised an eyebrow. “I read Match Box Twenty.”
Silence.
“Oh. Yeah it was kind of obvious now that I think about it.”
“Are you going to keep on bugging me or I can finish my epiphany?” Silver said. “Because I can give you a couple minutes if you need them.”
“Uh.” Twist looked at Sweetie Belle. “Can I go on, or…?”
“No. No, you can’t.”
“Bugger. You sure?”
“Completely.”
“Because I can say something about her breath. Or her glasses. Didn’t you wear glasses, by the way? Like, normal ones. Are those sunglasses reading glasses too or…?”
“I’m wearing lenses.”
“Wow, classy.”
“Girls. Really. Shut up.” Apple Bloom snorted and nodded at Silver. “We skipped class for this, so you better talk, youn’ lady.”
Silver bit her lip. “Well… I don’t know. I finished that books I had been reading for… How long? Five years? Seven?” She sighed. “And yet I finished them, and it feels like I had started them yesterday. And… And that’s it? That’s a huge part of my life that went on and ended, and then I’m supposed to continue like if nothing had happened? Time never stops, apparently. We think we’ll be young forever, but we won’t. We’ll rot and die and then everything will be over, and we have done nothing with our life.” She looked at the girls, frowning. “Do you realize that? Do you realize that we’re not really living? That if you died tomorrow, your whole life would have been meaningless?”
Silence.
“Uh…” Scootaloo turned to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, who shrugged. “So. You’re… afraid of dying?”
“I’m afraid of doing nothing,” Silver said. “I’m afraid of looking back when I’m old and tired and see that I haven’t done anything. We’re teenagers. We’re young, we’re fresh, we’re free.” Silver shook her head. “And we need to do something! Run until we can’t move! Drink until our body can’t hold it anymore! Destroy everything around us and laugh until our lungs hurt! Get in a fight, burn a forest, kiss a changeling! Do something worthy! Change the world, make everypony remember you!” She laughed. “Live! That’s all I want to do!”
Silence.
“Okay.” Twist sighed and massaged her temples. “Okay. On the one hoof, I think I get you. Rebellion, life your life, yaddah yaddah. On the other hoof, though, you’re completely bonkers. Like, wow. Now I get why you’re always following Diamond Tiara’s hoofsteps. If the first thing you do on your own is this then I’m surprised you’re not wearing a tinfoil hat and setting fire to your eyeballs every time Diamond Tiara has to go to the bathroom.”
“Now, Twist?” Apple Bloom glared at the earth pony. “That was mean.”
“Yeah, not cool.” Scootaloo stuck out her tongue. “I’m with Silver on this one, I think. Life is nothing and then you die. We don’t want to do that, right?”
“Well I don’t wanna die,” Sweetie Belle said. “If that’s what you mean. I’m not sure I want to kiss a changeling though. Sounds a little icky.”
“Yeah I don’t really dig changelings. Remember when they kidnapped us?”
“That was a doozy.”
“You’ve been kidnapped by changelings?” Silver raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“It was a pretty weird weekend, yeah.”
“Huh.” Silver shrugged. “Still. You were young then. I’m talking about now. Everything that happened was, well, something that happened to you, right? Nothing that you did yourselves.” Silver smirked. “That’s what being a rebel means. Living life at its fullest, having a purpose, not letting them get near you and boss you around. Doing things by your own will.”
“‘Them’?”
“In the books they talk about the bad guys,” Twist said. “Here she’s talking about society. I guess that’s the reason why you put on that number on the class?”
Silver avoided her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Well, congratulations. You totally changed the world. Ponykind will remember you forever as ‘that girl who kicked Snails’ face and then smoked a cigarette.’ Truly a defining moment of modern history. Sing me an autograph already, babe.”
“Shut up.” Silver frowned. “We’re all dying anyway, right? So why bother with rules? Why should I go out of my way to please society? Why can’t I do whatever I want?” She pointed at the high school. “Why do I need to come here anyway? So they can teach me things? I would learn the same on my own if they gave me enough time! Let me live an adventure and I’ll get everything! Life is the only school we need!”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you don’t learn equations sleeping under a bridge.” Twist rolled her eyes. “I mean, yes, you’re a romantic. Good for you. Read some philosophy and come back to me when you’re not completely nuts, thank you very much.”
“Twist!”
“What? I’m being honest! She’s getting an existential crisis, only she’s not really doing that because she doesn’t know about existentialism!” Twist crossed her legs. “Silver, you know what’s my advice here? Calm down. Read a book about philosophy. Mature. At the moment you’re some kind of weird mixture between a foal that’s been suffering oxygen deprivation and an mare that’s eaten the wrong mushrooms.” Her expression softened a little, her frown disappearing and her mouth shifting into a little smile. “You’re just confused and weirded out. I think you’re missing Diamond Tiara, and that—”
“No.” Silver took a step towards Twitch, who didn’t move. “No, that’s not what’s happening. And you’re just like the headmistress. Nothing is wrong with me. I’m just thinking, but as you can’t understand what I say, you think it’s wrong by default! You’re just like them!”
“Lil’ Mad to Match Box, chapter thirteen, book number forty-six.” Twitch raised an eyebrow. “Quoting those books won’t work on me, thanks.”
“Nerd.”
“I heard you, Scoots.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.”
“I’m not just quoting the books,” Silver said. “I mean those words. Who cares if I’m using the book? What matters is the message!”
“Uh-huh. Well, yeah, I guess. The only problem here is that if you’re not even able to voice those thoughts on your own I highly doubt you’ve really… thought about them.” Twist shook her head. “Matchbox Twenty are bestsellers, Silver Spoon. You’re not exactly being original.”
“Who cares about originality!” Silver said. “Those books helped me realize what was missing in my life, okay?! Shut up!”
“Weren’t you a fan of those things too, Twist?” Sweetie Belle asked. “I mean, you’ve obviously read them.”
“I’m not a fan of everything I read,” Twist replied. “And yeah I enjoyed those books. I wouldn’t call myself a fanatic however.”
“Hey, I thought that the thrill had been finishing the series,” Apple Bloom said. “Them books babble ‘bout rebellion and stuff? Because if that’s the case I kinda see why are you acting like this. They brainwashed you, didn’t they?”
“No!”
“Yeah.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I still think that’s a cool jacket.”
“Scoots.” Apple Bloom glared at her. “Not the right moment.”
“I just believe the jacket is not getting enough attention.”
Twist sighed. “Silver Spoon—”
“And stop calling me that! I said it’s just ‘Silver’ now!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“No, don’t ‘whatever’ me, you freak of nature!” Silver bared her teeth at Twist, who took a step back at the sudden yell. “Stop acting like a little know-it-all that can fix my entire life with a couple smart-sounding sentences! You’re not better than anyone else just because you’ve read the freaking dictionary, you’re just nerdier!”
“Uuuh—”
“At least they came here because they were worried!” Silver pointed at the ex-Cutie Mark Crusaders, who flinched a little. “But what the heck are you doing here?! You wanted to be ‘entertained’, you say? Well, I hope I’m putting a good show then!”
Twist blinked. “Silver Spoon, that was a joke, I didn’t want to—”
“THAT’S NOT MY STUPID NAME!”
Twist ducked and covered her face with her hooves. Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle cried something in unison.
And then Silver stopped. She realized that she was holding a hoof in the air, almost as if she had been going to punch Twist on her stupid nerdy face. Frowning, she lowered it.
“That’s not my stupid name,” she repeated. “So stop using it. And stop patronizing me.”
Silence.
“Silver…” Sweetie Belle’s soft voice came from behind her, but Silver didn’t turn around. “You know, she didn’t mean no harm. And… I don’t think you need to do all those things to live, right? As long as you’re happy, there’s no reason why you should burn down a forest or get in a fight…”
“That’s what you think,” Silver said. She sighed again, and then started walking.
“Hey! Where are you going?!”
“Music class is going to end soon,” Silver said, still not turning around. With a smooth movement, she put on her sunglasses and took a new cigarette out of her pocket. “You should go back in there.”
“Yeah, you didn’t answer our question,” Apple Bloom said. “Where in tarnation…?”
“To Ponyville,” Silver said. “To the town square. I’m tired of ponies being condescending. I’m going to be a rebel, I’m going to live, and everypony better take me damn seriously, or else they will burn down.”
Spike's a she now? I'm sure Spike would love to hear this.
Poor Spike.
Yeah the Cutie Mark Crusaders don't have any problems with sucking the marrow from life. I'd be a little jealous of them if they weren't utterly insane.
Still, that's a very interesting little vignette about existential crisis in all their forms, though. I loved Twist being the voice of reason, she doesn't get enough love. She is forever condemned to be the Milhouse of MLP.
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Holy guacamole, thanks, man.
Gotta admit that scene feels quite solid. But I think it could be hard to flesh it out with out straying too far into sincerity or parody. That said I'd be game for seeing more of it.
And if you need ideas or help breaking writers block, why not let commenters help? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who's happy to help with idea bouncing.
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No problem. I once spent a good amount of time searching and experimenting to figure it out. It's one of those incredibly useful hidden features that almost no one knows how to use.
What are you rebelling against, Silver Spoon?
Whaddaya got?