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// "Pinkie, The Good Sister" 
// Story: Only In The Rock Slide 
// by VisionOfLunasty 
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Journal - Inky Pie - Entry 46

I didn't know what parties were. I didn't care, either. Mother and Father had no cares for the love of celebration and joyous laughter. Laughter that flooded my ears with misery, confusion and being lost. Blinky doesn't understand. She thinks that Laughter is the best creation, and that Pinkie was the good sister. Pinkie left us, though. If Pinkie truly were the good sister, she never would have left to live in her dumb idea to make others laugh. She left us to do the work. She left us to die here. Alone. Where nopony dares to tread unless they have rocks that they don't need.

Now, Mother and Father hate us. They question us. They ask us; "Have you done anything creative today"? I say no. I say that I'm doing what you have made me do, because I am loyal and good. I'm the good sister. Not Pinkie. Pinkie, The Good Sister. They are lying to us, and I know it. Inky, The Good Sister. Inky, The Good Sister, sounds better. It isn't like I ask for much, or leave the house, and ignore my job. Pinkie had idiotic dreams and aspirations. Pinkie, The Bad Sister. Inky, The  Good Sister. Blinky, The Dumb Sister. The Pie's, The Idiotic family of dreamers who should all learn that one day, we will be gone and the only survivors will be the Princesses. Princesses like Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie's best friend. Twilight, The idiotic princess. Why would anypony trust Pinkie?

She leaves everyone she loves to tend to things that they shouldn't have to. She let us work on these rocks so she can make rock candies. She gave us the cups to scoop of rocks and she made the cups that held the tiny cakes. She made us feel ill, while she makes others feel well. She disobeyed mother and father, she abandoned Blinky and I. She's going to leave Twilight Sparkle. She's ruthless, heart-breaking and totally murderous of other's emotions.

I loath her, and I shall the rest of my life on this dreaded rock farm. And the new intern that is terrible. Trixie, The Boastful Fool. I hope she swallows a rock and suffocates.

Sincerely, Inky Pie.

I closed my book and slid it under my pillow. My messy hoof-writing wasn't easy to read, though. Hiding it would just be an attempt to make it safer than it should be. I wouldn't care if ponies read my opinions, either. If I were able to be kicked out of this rock farm, I would be the happiest of all ponies. 

Making my way towards the stairwell of our massive home, I see at the table my sister, my mother, my father and the intern. They greet me with a hello as a sat down on a small, wooden chair. Carved by rocks with my own Mother's hoof. It was creaky and uncomfortable. The same as everything else.

"Daughter Inky," said my father, "tonight you say grace." He glared down at me with a sharp glance, it looked deadly and if looks could kill, I would be dead right now.

"Yes, Father." I lower my head with a sad look upon my face. Shutting my eyes and grabbing for the two hooves beside me. Trixie's hoof, Blinkie's hoof. I started to speak in my calmest voice possible. "Dearest Princesses, tonight we pray you give us the strength to continue our works, and that this meal is blessed with your goodness and that nopony be injured while in work. We pray you give mother the warmth to continue her wood carvings and that her works come out with goodness so that we may have more bits for better food-" A cought interrupted my prayer.

"And may Pinkie Pie be excelling in her craftsmenship of bakery and goods. Amen." My father. It was my father that interrupted me to pray for that witch. Everypony else said Amen, but I lifted my head and glared at the food. It look nasty, as always.

The lettuce was burnt to a crisp as the oats were nothing but frozen. It was a mess, and it looked revolting. The intern, however, must've thought it was delicious because she had already been half way finished. I let out a slow gag and passed my food down to Trixie. "Mother, Father. I am not hungry, and I would like to go to work now." I moved out of my chair and glared at my parents. I pushed in the chair and walked out the door. Blinky tilted her head and followed me, saying her apologies.

"Sister Inky! You can't just walk out on lunch like you just did." She told me, her short gray hair flopping in her face. Similar to my dark grey mane, but mine was longer. "You could be chastised."

"As if I care? Mother and Father only love Pinkie. Tonight, right now, I'm running away into the caverns. I'm going to find a diamond and I'm going to get rich so that I may run far. Far, far away from this farm." I walked a little faster to try to shake away my sibling of less intelligence.

"Nice alliteration?" Blinky tilted her head. Bringing back her focus she started to run, her hooves leaving a cloud of dust behind her. Standing in front of me she scowled. "You can't run away, though. Where would you go? Canterlot?"

"I was thinking more of Manehattan, but Canterlot is cool, too," I snorted and shoved Blinky aside as I walked closer to the caves that were unexplored. "I guess. If you want to come with me, you can."

Blinky perked her ears and started to run beside me. "Oh, really? I'd love to go with you, I mean, we could own a shop and sell goods. We could be the best ever!" She stopped me and wrapped her arms around my chest. I believe this is called a hug, but if it's not, it's not too bad and others should try it. "What would we sell? Drinks? Carbonated waters that taste like bark?"

I chuckled slightly, pushing myself out of the hug. "Whatever you want. I'm going to use my riches to get a make-over so that I can take Pinkie out of the cupcake shop so she can come back and help the Parents." I stopped as the cave's mouth was in my face. "This is it. Let's go, hmm?"

Blinky shook her head violently, running close behind me as the cave's darkness consumed us. We had daylight, and at night we had each other. The journey would be long, but it would be worth it to hurt Pinkie Pie. I would love to torment her.