I walked off of the train, I had lived in Fillydelphia. I had an amazing job, it paid good, and it was the job of my dreams. I was (and still am) a professional artist. I just got out of college. I needed to move though, because I finally got the bits to move into a house. I didn't want to live in Fillydelphia any longer. The rent was too high, and Ponyville had very low priced houses. I also remember going there as a child with my parents to go to The Sugar Cube Corner. They ALWAYS had the best cupcakes. I remembered how I always seen the colors and I smelled the frosting. I would get one cupcake. Every year or so we would go back. Until a few years later. . . It had happened.
My mother and father were on a train, coming back from Manehattan, there was an elegant party there. I had lived like an aristocrat. I wasn't too fond of how the peasants were treated. It wasn't the times of Aristocracy and peasantry, but I was still taught as if it were. We were rich. They were poor. That is all that mattered to my parents, that we had money. They were at that party. On the way home, there was. . . a train wreck, derailed. They were killed shortly after the wreck in a hospital. I got the call a day later, I was still in school, which can give you the idea I was still young. I was old enough to understand the concept of life and death. I was around 10 or 11.(Which is how I became fearless this is the story behind it.) So I got a call, I was thinking maybe it was my parents. "H-hello?" I said gingerly. "Is this Ice Cube?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. "Y-yes it is, sir." I said a in a timid soft voice. "Well, I have some very bad news for you..." I heard the nice stallion say. I gulped at that. Fear shot through my body instantly and I stood there in horror. I bit my lip and tears were beginning to fill my eyes. "Y-yes?" I said in a shy, but fearful tone. "Well... your parents have-" I cut him short and sputtered out: "They died, didn't they?" I said in a groggy low tone. The fear had left, as did my happiness. He started again. "Yes, they did. I am so sorry young miss." Tears had began flowing down my face and my lip began to quiver. "Umm, excuse me; Icecube?"I heard him say, I had forgotten about him being on the phone. "Y-yes-s s-sir?" I said stuttering. "Where is your apartment and the number?" He asked. "It is in Phillydelphia, it is the one down the street from the bakery, room 610." I replied to his question, I trusted him enough. "I am detective Sherlock Hooves" He said to me. "Alright..." I said a little more calm. "I will be there in a little bit, okay?" he said assuring me. "Okay." I said "Goodbye, Mr.Hooves." I said to him. "Goodbye miss IceCube."
I waited there for him as I cried. I was 10. Now, i lived alone? I had so much ahead of me, and now my life was spiraling straight down. No parents. No friends. No loves. My life had been destroyed by two deaths. I had no other family members left in my life. I cried. I cried hard too. I was wailing and sobbing and I heard a knock at my door, I hushed myself and looked out the peep hole. It was my neighbor. I opened up my door. My eyes were redder than tomatoes. "IceCube, whats wrong?" She asked. "Miss Green...My parents died...."I said solemnly. She gasped and embraced me and hushed me. "Its alright hun...its alright." I began to cry again. I seen a stallion with a trench coat on. "Miss IceCube?" I heard him say, I looked over. "Yes, sir?" I said without stuttering. "Hello, I am detective Sherlock Hooves." He said to me. A little rush of happiness came to me. "Oh, hello!"I said in a happy tone, covering my sadness. He extended his long arm to shake my hoof. I shook it instantly. After he told me that the train was derailed and they were killed instantly, I told him I had no family to live with, so he took me under his wing. I became even more tough over the years.
I went to college, and then I moved to Ponyville. When I stepped off of the train I was greeted happily by Pinkie Pie. She ran up to me with her party cannon and began to sing. I smiled slightly but not too much and walked away with a smug look on my face. She looked at me with a confused look in her face. "But... I am never shrugged off like this..." She said solemnly. I kept walking. I heard her words, but ignored her. I didn't feel I needed friends. All I needed was a place to stay and settle. I finally got to my house. It was a large house with two floors. A nice kitchen, nice bathroom, and nice bedroom. It was also close to the sugar cube corner, it was perfect! I got my bits and went shopping. I didn't have any luggage besides my saddle bag. Inside was: My lucky pencil, my sketch pad, pictures, bits, and my key to my new home. I walked out the door so I could go shopping. I stepped out of the door and seen her again.
"HELLO NEW PONY!" She yelled excitedly. "What do you want from me?" I snapped at her in a serious and annoyed tone. She looked at me then glanced at the glare I was giving her. She then backed away slowly giving me a dull look. She looked sad, but I chose not to attempt friendships. I did fine through life without friends, though I had but one through college. I was just hoping I would see him again. He told me where he was going to work; It is where I work now. I got in there through my drawings. His name was Watson Clopson. He was the love of my life. (He still is!). But, she didn't give up quite yet. She came up behind me saying: "New pony why are you sad? Turn that frown upside down!" I looked at her and decided to ask:" Where is the Sugar Cube Corner; you must have some sort of use to me." She looked at me for a second smiling and replied with; " Oh! I work there! Why do you ask?" I looked at her. "When I was younger I always went there, I always loved their cupcakes..." I said drifting off and smiling for the first time since graduation, when...he kissed my cheek. I smiled a lot. But she showed me the way and I talked to her a bit and became friends with her.Me and her talked about how much we loved cupcakes and sweets. I avoided the party conversation; I didn't want to think about my parents' deaths at the party. She lead me into the Sugar Cube corner and I walked up to the counter. I smiled when I seen Mrs. Cake. I said hello and introduced myself; Telling her my parents' names....- My thoughts were cut off by Dashie saying my name.