//------------------------------// // Ch. 12 - Another wonderful day // Story: The Great and Delicate Trixie // by DogSomeOre //------------------------------// Alone in a room, a filly sits in silence. No view to the outside to be seen as the blinds cover the windows. Posters of famous and brilliant magicians hang all around the wall as a constant reminder of the success that hard work and passion goes into. "That will be me one day, I'm sure of it." The filly asserts as she smiles with pride of all the ponies she looks up to. A blue glow emanates the room around the filly as come a custom to the household she lives in; hour by hour, week by week, books of titles that read 'Famous Tricks From All Around Equestria Vol. 1' to 'A Luxurious Guide To The Life Of A Magician' are devoured and studied hard by the blue pony's eyes. She doesn't quite understand a lot of how tricks that are performed actually work, but she'll never stop practicing until her hearts content. "Almost... got it..." The filly mutters. Deep in concentration, she's learning slow but surely a new trick that will add on to her already sized arsenal. "Come on, come on.... dang it!" She lets out. Her magic fails her once again as the unsuccessful spark coming from her horn short circuits. She practices to the best of her abilities but still can not manage to perfect every puzzle piece that is thrown at her by the magicians she admires the most. "Trixie? What are you doing?" A voice sounds from behind her dark room. "You know you have school today so why are you still playing magician?" "Dad I'm not 'playing magician'." She retorts. "I'm trying to learn a new trick from this book I picked up a couple days ago, see?" Trixie hovers a book in front of her dad. '100 Tricks To Blow Your Mane Off' it reads. Trixie's dad shakes his head and sighs softly. "Trixie where do you keep getting these? You have a full bookshelf worth at least of books just like this." "But this is different dad!" She exclaims. "I have to keep learning to improve my performance! If I keep learning I just know I'll be a good showmare!" "We don't have time for this Trixie. Just get ready for school, your classes start soon; you can play with your toys when you get back." Her dad says in an annoyed tone. Trixie rolls her eyes as she begrudgingly slips her book back under her bed. "No one understands me." She mutters under her breath. Trixie makes her way to the front of the school with minutes to spare. "Phew made it." She exhales, relived that she's not late. If it was up to her she'd be done with school and just focus on the career that matters the most to her, seems like that will have to wait though. "I'm here!" Trixie slips her way in to the classroom seeing all her classmates looking at her but none happy to see her. "And with only a minute left." The teacher says frustrated that Trixie is once again not only the last to show up but is also so close to being tardy. "Sorry Ms. Opal, I was practicing this really cool trick and-" "Trixie just sit." She says not caring for an explanation. Ponies behind her snicker to each other as Trixie bends her head down in embarrassment. The lesson goes on as Trixie tries her hardest not to fall asleep, she day dreams about being on stage with thousands of eager fans waiting for her next performance with anticipation. "Oh what a day that will be." She thinks. The bell rings and every pony gets out of their chairs with excitement as they get ready for recess. They all talk to each other like good friends. Having chemistry between every single one. Trixie however, has none, she gets up in silence and walks to the door with no pony to call her friend, "that's ok." She thinks. "One day every pony will want to be my friend, when they see my magic they'll all-" "Hey guys look who it is! Trixie Latemoon!" A voice of a foal says. "Haha yeah how's it going big time 'magician'." Another pony mocks. "What's it to you?" Trixie fights back. "I'm sure I'm better at magic then all of you combined! In fact, I'm even performing soon right here in Canterlot." She lies. "Yeah right." The foal says. "It's true!" Trixie says back. "Sure it is Latemoon. Just make sure to get past the first trick this time." The foals laugh to each other as they remember Trixie's embarrassing attempt at the talent show. "Oh y-yeah?! Well I'll show you! I'll show all of you! 'The Great Trixie' will make you wish you were sorry!" She scolds them with an angry face. "Uh oh guys, guess we better go before 'The Failed Trixie' uses her fake magic on us!" They laugh harder as they see Trixie's face turn bright red. She storms pass them and out to the doors to the playground. All the ponies are seen playing around with each other. Doing fun activities like tag, hide and seek, and hoof-ball. Trixie watches all of this from afar as she sits on an old crooked bench that seemingly hasn't been touched in quite some time. She looks to all of the ponies with envy as she wants that to be her, though try as she might, the ponies here want nothing to do with her. "One day they'll accept me." She thinks. Again she daydreams of the future that will be set out for her soon. Ponies cheering her name with the sheer sight of her, it fills her with warmth knowing that one day she'll be a magician that everypony will know; a daughter her mom and dad will be proud of, not some pony that sits behind a desk waiting for customers to show at some boring job, no, a famous pony that will finally be respected. Lunch comes shortly after and Trixie, like always, is the last to show up. "Your account says zero bits." The lunch mare says. "We go over this everyday Lulamoon, no bits, no food." "But I'm really hungry." The blue mare says. "And I said, no bits, no grub. Get a move on." Trixie sighs and walks slowly to a table that no pony has yet occupied. Sitting alone with no food and a hungry stomach, she watches the time tick by for the next half of class to start. "No food Latemoon?" "Go away." Trixie says in exhaustion. "What's the matter Latemoon? Daddy not giving you any money to his failed magician daughter?" "I said go away." Trixie says again, this time sounding more threatening. "Oooo so scary! What're you gonna do? Use your baby magic on me? Oh wait, you don't know how to use magic because you're a failure at being a unicorn too!" "I said go away!" Trixie shouts as she uses her magic to slam the foal to the ground. The whole cafeteria draws their attention to Trixie and the pony that is now down on the floor. The foal starts crying bloody murder as he sits their. "O-Oops." Trixie mutters. "Now explain to me why you decided to hurt another pony in our school?" "H-He started it!" Trixie defends herself. "He's been calling me all sorts of names and.. and...-" "She's a bully!" The foal exclaims, sitting next to Trixie. "I've *sniff* tried nothing but to be nice to her but *sniff* she doesn't want to be my friend. I even told her that her magic was cool." "What?!" Trixie says in disbelief. "Then I think I've heard enough." The principal states. "N-No Mrs. Horseshire you have to listen, he-" "No more out of you young ma'am. Bullies are not tolerated here, especially to a straight A foal like him." "But... But....-" "I don't want to hear it!" The principal slams her hooves down on the desk in frustration. "I think a strict punishment is in order, three weeks detention for you Ms. Lulamoon." "W-What?! But I- He-" "And for you." The principal eyes the foal with leniency. "You are to have no contact with Trixie for a month." "Oh ok.... I-I guess I can *sniff* manage." Trixie looks right through him like glass, she knows he's full of it. The walk home was much later then Trixie would have wanted; an extra two hours in a classroom is definitely not her ideal way of having a good time, especially when she's surrounded by even more bullies who despise her. "What a joke." She mutters as she thinks of the punishment her and her bully got. "Canterlot definitely favors the rich." With night coming fast and no light in sight, Trixie has no choice but to illuminate the path in front of her. "Ugh, it's so hard to see anything." Her eyes try and focus on the path ahead but all she can make out are shadows peering through. "Wait shadows?" Hooves come from behind as they grab her front hooves with force. "H-Hey what the?" Trixie lets out, struggling to break free. "You didn't think I'd let you get away that easy did ya?" A familiar voice rings out. "What do you want? The principal said no contact so get away from me!" Trixie yells out in anger and fear. "No I think we've got other plans for you Latemoon. Hold her still fellas, we need to teach 'The Great Trixie' what it means when you mess with us." Trixie's hooves trot along slowly in the darkness, her sides hurt and bruised, her face swollen. She just wishes for the night to be over. Trotting in the front door, she makes her way past the kitchen to see empty bottles of alcohol littered all across. Glass is heard being thrown in the living room along with angry shouting coming from her parents. She has to ignore them for tonight, she can't let anyone see her like this; hell they probably don't even care why she was out so late, or they could've forgotten about her altogether. She closes the door softly and Trixie's room reveals itself to her once again. Her mind is filled with such distain and despair, body aching and on the verge of collapse. But one thing still fills her little heart with the same hopefulness that she has been carrying with stride for all her life; she looks across to a clothes rack to see a special hat along with a wonderful coat staring back at her. As bitter as the situation might be, with alcoholic abusive parents or a school full of ponies that want nothing but to make her the butt of every joke; she still falls back on to the one thing she loves most, the one thing that keeps this little filly's heart beating a-hundred miles a minute. A passion so close to her that it'd sound so silly to anyone who'd be willing to hear about it. Trixie will always keep doing her best at the thing she cares for the most, because deep down being a magician is what keeps her going.