//------------------------------// // Sweet and in Bloom: 2 // Story: Pinkie Pie's Enchanted Orphanage: // by Ponyess //------------------------------// . My room has been feeling empty, for a very long time. In another life, in another place; I could have been only too happy, not to share my room with anyone or anything, yet now I feel alone and abandoned. My room is empty, and I do not have anyone. I once had a sister, when I had moved in, at the orphanage. That was several years ago. If she was adopted, and I was not; but, I am alone. “You are never alone, not truly alone!” Elllie had explained, to me. Just like every day, I step out of the elevator on my floor. I walk the few steps towards my room. The door is closed, just as I had expected; but when I approach the door, I can clearly hear that the room is no longer empty. Someone is still in the room. "If not for the promise, Diane gave me; when I moved in; I would have feared, threatened by the promise of breakin and robbery!” I ponder. As I open the door, I see a white marshmallow girl on the bed. “Is that you, Sweetie Belle?” I exclaim, as I close the door. The girl looks up, after a cursory glance at my photo; then looks at me, with critical, yet haunted eyes in the hopes of her sister greeting her. “Apple Bloom?” she inquires; ”Is that you?” she continues. After a moment, she is recognizing me, from the photo by my bed. A smile slowly spreading on her muzzle and out over her face. I see her ears perked up as she is focusing on me. “Yes, dear sister; it is me, Apple Bloom!” I respond. Now I can see a clearly recognizable smile over her features; even if she may be struck with grief and sadness, from what brought her to this place. “Thank Celestia, for Diane to grant me a new lease on life, with a sister to share my life with!” she exclaims. Everyone here, has a tragedy or something depressing behind them. A family lost or abandoned. Yet, here Diane gives us a new hope and a new home; with a new family to share a life with. “While I doubt this was your lifelong dream, to come here; yet, it is a salvation, from when your life failed you!” I point out. “In the care of the ever-watchful Diane; we are safe, to live our lives, as we were supposed to!” I add, almost as an afterthought. “Diane is ever-watchful, alright; but she does not feel the urge to peak over your shoulder, and watch every tiny little detail in your life and keep tabs of what you do! She merely knows, and keeps us safe; from what is out there, and what is in here!” Apple Bloom points out; pointing at the wall and then into her very own head, in order to demonstrate what she just says. “At least, she does not do the: I have a new sister, I have a new sister; dance!” she ponders, giggling at the image. “In your head; what dangers may possibly lurk, in your head?” I inquire. “Considering where you, me and everyone else here comes from; I am sure you could very well imagine more than enough for a week's worth of seriously severe nightmares!” she responds, with a solemn little grin on her lips. “Well, my kin are dead; this is an orphanage, and I have no idea, what kids went through to be placed here!” I offer. “Most of us has no kin! The kin one may have; is worse than having none!” she points out. “Who needs enemies, with friends like you?” I propose. “Life is a party! A pity-party, in our case! At least, I hope you did not go on the gore-fest!” she points out, face gravely severe. “Oh, that kind of kin? The once you only see on the really bad horror flicks!” I respond. “Diane is throwing this party, and it is a bubbles and balloons kind of party to which you could send your little girl or filly!” she points out, bursting into a wide grin. “Oh; a pretty please, with a cherry on top kind of a party!” I giggle. “Giggle at the Ghostie, but a Casper kind of ghostie party!” she points out. “Casper, the friendly ghost!” I giggle. “That is him; the very same and only!” she suggests. “While I can't remember the story; I have a vague memory of the general spirit of the adventure; I guess I could explore, where that is going! Not that I had much of a choice now!” I point out, avoiding the end of the line of thought. “Well, Pieane can be quite scary; if you are looking at her, from the Wrong perspective! She knows, far too much; for one never really looking, even when she is actually gazing right at you! She is the friend, every little girl should have!” Apple Bloom explains. “I think I could use a friend, or a sister; right about now, with none else behind me!” I point out. “By the way, this is the Crusaders-wing! You will understand, soon enough; after you have seen the girls on our floor!” she points out, matter of fact. “That sounds interesting, in a scary kind of way; I hope I do not regret that I accepted moving in! If only that was a choice, I was free to make!” I point out. “You were never cut out, to be on the Diamond cutter's wing!” she points out, giggling. “Are they spoiled and rich girls, living there?" I inquire; knowing the answer, before I even finished the thought behind the question. “Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, rich and spoiled, as it were!” she responds. “Why do I suddenly feel, as if I knew the two already?” I put forth; not quite a question, in the first place. “Why, indeed! This is Diane's orphanage; I could but imagine that is part of the answer, aside from us being Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle!” she offers. ”In which case; there is a Scootaloo, on the wing?” I inquire. “Every third girl, on the floor!” she confirms. “So, there are three of us! Kind of ironic, that a room only has room for two beds!” I blurt out. “That is a hard rule, on the boarding regulation; there can be no more and no less, than two beds, in a room!” she confirms. “Spreaking of; have you noticed, how your ears are flapping as you speak?” I inquire; as I noticed how her ears are moving, as she is speaking. “I noticed that, when I was new here; now I am barely aware of it, while it is part of how we express how we feel!” she points out. “A bit confusing at first; but I guess, it is easier to read your emotions, when there is more cue to pick up on! Convenient!” I respond, giggling. “Diane likes to see us smile, this would be just right on her table!” she offers.