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// Prompt #488-Not One Sided 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
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“See you tomorrow!” called Diamond Tiara, as she and her father, Filthy Rich, walked away from Silver Spoon’s house in the more upper-class district of Ponyville. Silver Spoon raised her own hoof in response and waved until she could no longer see her friend. Once Diamond had vanished over the hill, Silver let her hoof drop with a sigh, and headed inside the family mansion. Once inside, she wiped her hooves on the entrance mat, and then headed upstairs.

She passed several of the ponies who worked for her father in taking care of the house, but like every day, she ignored them, and giving a vague answer to one’s reminder about dinner.  As she ascended the staircase up to the second floor, and her room, her steps grew heavier and heavier. Another sigh escaped the young filly’s lips as she opened the door to her room, and let her saddlebag fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Ignoring the mental weight of the homework for Miss Cheerilee for the moment, Silver Spoon climbed up onto her bed, and collapsed into a pile of pillows and stuffed toys with a third sigh. Instinctively, her hooves sorted through the pile of plush animals to find her favourite: a stuffed and worn ladybug that was nearly as big as her head. Cuddling it close, Silver Spoon lay back into the pile of pillows. 

“Stupid Crusaders,” Silver Spoon said, “they’re just stupid blank flanks.” Tears began to leak from the corners of Silver Spoon’s eyes, and her glasses began to mist up.

“Blank flank!” she cried, remembering the looks on the Crusader’s faces when that insult had actually had an effect on them.

‘Four eyes,’ her mind shot back at her, ‘Four eyes no friends’

“Stupid pegasus, can’t even fly,” said Silver, hugging the toy ladybug into her chest.

‘Silly Silver, Stupid Silver,’ whispered her head.

“Useless unicorn!” sobbed Silver Spoon.

‘Spoonie Woonie, fell in the creek, hey everypony, come look at the mud-covered freak!’

Silver Spoon gave up there, simply crying into what felt like her one other friend outside of Diamond Tiara, hugging it up against her chest. It was like that she fell asleep, and missed dinner. 

Silver Spoon’s father knocked gently on the door. When there was no response, he knocked harder. With still no response, he gently opened the door, and saw his daughter curled up on her bed, cuddling up to the toy ladybug that her mother had given to her before she had left, and assumed that all was well, closing the door, blowing out the candle, and heading to bed himself.