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// Chapter 1 
// Story: A New Artist in Ponyville: The Story of Creativa Artly 
// by Creativa-Artly01 
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It's a lovely day outside as Creativa threw open her trailer window and sniffed in the fine honey-scented air that surrounded her. "Ah," she said to herself, "today is the day the traveling art gallery comes to town. I better get rolling. After all, it's first stop is a place unfamiliar to me, Ponyville, and I'd really like to check it out." She then makes her breakfast before hitching up and heading out of the small town of Lutailia. After hours on the road, she catches up to the traveling gallery and arrives in Ponyville right alongside it. 

"So," says Creativa Artly to the gallery pony pulling the gallery cart, "will you let me put my artwork in your gallery now or not?" 

"Sure," says the gallery pony, "once your art can start turning us a profit." I just looked at him stunned and then responded. 

"My stuff turns five hundred bits daily, do you not call that a profit?" 

"Okay, fine," mumbles the gallery pony, "your art can be in our show." 

A few minutes later, the gallery pony pushes a button on the cart and the display stage pops out and he puts up the easels. He then puts up the art of the participating artists including my own. I was so thrilled. I then went to look around until the show began. Not long after I arrived in Ponyville, I was greeted by a very spunky pony named Pinkie Pie. "Hello," she said to me. "You must be new here. I've never seen you before." 

"Uh, hi," I responded. "I'm just visiting with a traveling art gallery and this is our first stop, so." 

"Oh, okay!" responds Pinkie. "Do you want to come get something to eat before the show starts then? I own a bakery." 

"Sure," I responded. I then followed Pinkie to her bakery which was called Sugar Cube Corner. There, I enjoyed a nice vanilla cupcake and a chocolate milkshake. As I snaked, we joked and shared stories about ourselves. We had a blast. Not long after that, she showed me around town. She introduced me to Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Twilight along with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. 

A few hours later, I returned to the art gallery and began to show my art to the world. Everypony there loved it and one mare, a high profile pony named Photo Finish even bought one of my pieces for her mansion and another high profile pony named Coloratura bought one of my mini paintings for her mother as a birthday gift. After the show came to an end, I packed up the pieces of my art that didn't sell and hitched up my cart and went back into town. There, I looked at houses and even ended up buying one. The next day, I moved in for good. I then set up my art in the extra bedroom, which I would later convert into my art studio, then I sat down and enjoyed a nice dinner. I then went to Sugar Cube Corner where I was surprised with a housewarming party from Pinkie Pie and all the other ponies she had previously introduced me to and then some. I remember I immediately became best friends with the local school teacher Cheerilee as well as the Apple Family. Not long after that, my art began to sell quicker than I could make it. I was becoming a success. Soon my name was in the most high profile magazines in town. 'Creativa Artly: The New Up and Coming Artist of Ponyville.' 'Creativa Artly: From Nothing to the Most Successful Artist of All'. I couldn't help but squeal. I was thrilled when I read those headlines. I was up there. I was making a name for myself. That was all I ever wanted was for ponies to love my art and that dream had finally come true and then some. 

A few days later, after I had settled in the best I could, I finally went to the market and bought myself from fresh apples, fresh strawberries, fresh carrots, fresh daisies, and some freshly squeezed goat milk. I then headed back home and had myself a nice little breakfast. I then went into town and put the final payment in on the building that was soon to become my art store and school. A few days after that, the payment went through and I began renovating the building which I had done within a span of ten months. The following year I opened the store and the school. Not long after that, I had students and employees lining up by the score. It was time to put my degrees in teaching, arts, and fine arts to the test.