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// A New Home 
// Story: The Past Life of Pinkamena Diane Pie 
// by Mlws 
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Tuesday, October 17th
Today was the day I would settle in Ponyville. As I stepped up to my entrance, it seemed nice. It seemed happy. I could get used to this new feeling. And luckily, not a rock was in sight! It all just seemed like everyone was perfectly fine and dandy! I had people to meet. I had to be adopted! I totally forgot! I needed to somehow get a home. But how would I do it? Anypony there would be good parents. I would have to walk about and somehow steal somepony’s heart and make them swoop me up and give me a room. This would be a lot more difficult than that simple little sentence that was thrown down there. I’ll have to be the best filly, and best daughter. I walked down the street hoping to find a place to rest.
I walked deeper into the town, and ran into a cute little place. It was honestly quite large, for a “cute little place”, and it looked fun. A sign hung from a pole, and the picture on the sign was of a delicious little cupcake. I hadn’t noticed upon first look, but the entire building was made of candy! I had to go inside. I just had to. The sign indicated it was a business, so barging in wouldn’t hurt anything. I opened the door, and walked in quietly, trying to be social, but not annoying. The moment I walked through the door, a turquoise pony greeted me “Hello, welcome to Sugarcube Cor-“ she then interrupted herself with a gasp.
I looked around the room for my ghostly parents’ appearance, or maybe something was placed improperly, but nothing seemed like out of place, and not a parent was in sight.
She slightly frowned and walked up to you “Poor little Dearie, you are very filthy and your cute little mane looks like it’s been through a hurricane!” 
I looked at my hooves, which were covered in dirt “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to dirty the floors…”
She laughed “No, no! It’s fine! My name is Cup Cake! Where is your mom?” She looked to the left and right of me, looking for a mare.
“She… uh… died… I’m currently homeless, and I just came into town. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie.” I said, as I stared at the ground in depression.
“Dearie, I have an idea to throw forward. We have this empty room upstairs, and I’m sure Carrot wouldn’t mind if you stayed there. I could talk to him, and we could put through paperwork to make you legally ours. I really wanted kids… but I am incapable of producing children. I often even considered staging a birth scene for friends. I would adopt babies, and put them in the nursery, and everypony wouldn’t be sad for me any longer. But that’s a crazy idea, even if I could really create a plan, which I could, but anyways… So, I could go grab the paperwork and talk to my husband, if you’d like. But of course, this will require proper procedures first, like… getting to know you!”
I smiled “That would be lovely! If you talk to Mr… Uh.. Carrot, that would be nice.”
She had a huge grin on her face “So, what are you like?”
This question hit me hard… I had no interests… no real personality… Not yet. I finally came up with an answer over hard thinking “Well, I sure do love to throw parties! I mean, I’ve only ever thrown one, but it was pretty nice… I think.”
“That’s absolutely smashing! You might fit in nicely with our business. We are a catering company! Well, what else do you like to do? What kind of foods do you like?” she asked, excited.
“I… uh…. I've never really done anything… I don’t know what I’d like..” I replied, unsure of what to say.
“Maybe you’d like cupcakes, or poetry, or dancing, or singing! We’ll have to try it all! I have always wanted kids, and I am just so excited! ” she laughed.
I was starting to feel a bit uneasy about this whole endeavor, but I soon shook it away. She was willing to give me my own home! Food and everything I’d ever need would be provided for me! What harm could it do to find out my talent, and finally get my cutie mark? I decided that it was time to take risks, and go for it. 
“Okay!” I smiled and jumped happily as my hair bobbed back down on my face. I pushed it out of the way, and smeared more dirt on my face. “Hehe… Is there any way I could get washed up while you talk to your husband?”
“Sure thing! I’ll see you soon. The bathroom is upstairs to the left, across from the guest room and empty room. Feel free to use whatever you like, as long as you can remotely clean it up after.” She replied.
I hopped up the stairs smiling. I was euphoric. I had never had a real loving family, but maybe this is where I could get one. This could be where I get my start in life! 
I scrubbed up, and dried myself off. I didn’t make much of a mess, but there was a small puddle of water on the ground, so I bent down to wipe it up, and saw myself in the mirror. I looked like my old self when my hair's all flattened out. I cleaned up the puddle, and then stood in front of the mirror by the sink. There was blow dryer and some toothbrushes sitting on the counter. I grabbed the blow dryer and poofed my hair back up. I was done with being “Pinkamena”. This new self, would be “Pinkie”.