It was just no fair. And not the kind of fairs where you’d dress up as Starswil the Bearded or any other kind of old stallion, older than the princesses, the fair about justice and equality, the fairness one.
How could she – And Diamond Tiara looked around and scoffed, imagining herself in all her presence and beauty she was sure she had. – Not get picked first? Or even second to last? How could she have been the last filly to be picked?
Diamond Tiara looked at the game being played, she had refused to join. Normally she wouldn’t even want to enter the stupid competition anyway, but she had decided to try something new, just once. It had backfired horribly, the worse possible thing, as the sister of that dork would put it, had happened.
She was the last filly to be picked.
It was like they didn’t see just how awesome she was at hoofball! She could kick a ball with strength, and pass it away from her when they were passing it at her. She was a team player and everything! What? Didn’t they see that?
Diamond Tiara had never been the most athletic of fillies, she admitted that, but she was still superior to little Pip or the mute Featherweight! For Pip every trot she did, was equal to three or four of his, and for Feather, though he could sneak up on her, he didn’t even speak! How could he play with tactics if he didn’t speak?
To Diamond Tiara it was humiliating, being picked last. Sports was one of the things she admitted she wasn’t superior at, one of the few things she wasn’t superior, but she also wasn’t the worse of the worse, now, was she?
Diamond Tiara couldn’t let such injustice and unfairness go unpunished, she wasn’t going to hurt anyone seriously – She was not interested in spending any more time after class in detention. – But she was going to make them eat their own act of picking her last. – the stupidity of it would not go unscathed.
Diamond Tiara imagined her eyes glowing like the eyes of a super bad pony. She wasn’t a supermare, but she still had the power, not of Grayskull, like that He-Colt tv show, but of being charismatic.
Diamond Tiara had always been very charismatic...well that was the word she used to describe it, her charisma was a combined secret formula that involved looking with her eyes wide open, a puppy dog stare, as it’s called, plus some slight tears, and a whinny wording of the word please.
Some might call it manipulative and it was, partially, but it wasn’t considered that way by Diamond Tiara, it was just one of her many, many special talents, as she put it.
It wasn’t like she was intending on hurting anyone, no, it was just she was going to prove to the pony that had been picking, and to the world, that she was good at sports, what, just because she ate her fair share of sweets she wasn’t athletic?
Colts liked the curves! She was just the most beautiful! They were probably jealous! And while she wasn’t super buffed like Bulk Biceps, she was athletic.
She walked around the recess thinking of ways to hit back. She had refused to join the game when she was picked last, taking it as a personal offense, they had told her to suit herself, and went back to playing, starting another game.
Diamond could probably go play one of her portable consoles, like Button did, or try to find treasure, like Pip normally did. She was good at helping others! Wasn’t that what her cutie mark meant? She had assumed it meant she was as precious as a jewel, and her special talent was criticism, polishing others to shine bright like a Diamond Tiara (even if they couldn’t afford it), via the way of criticism but the way of cruelty was one harsh way. – Not making her any friends besides Silver Spoon.
So she was going to help them, by the way of showing them not to disrespect her. She was going to train herself in hoofball, being like those famous players, and she was going to be the very best, like no one in the school had ever been.
It was time for a montage!
She ran 100 feet, she kicked a ball she had “borrowed” with all the strength of a limp pony, she even managed to dodge an unmoving tree with the ball on her hooves. She was now the best player in the whole wild recess!
Next day she was going to play, and show them just how much she was the very best! Or, if not as good as the very best, the second very best...or the third...or the fourth.
Diamond shock her head from those depressive thoughts. Steadying herself. That night she had trouble sleeping, giggling to herself to how she would show them. She was actually going to do it, she was actually going to be the player who wasn’t going to be picked last!
That morning at recess she was, once again, picked last, but it didn’t bother her nearly as much as the last night, because she was ready to show the world just how much she would kick their collective plots.
The ball was passed to her and she was just a few hundred feet from the goal post. She ran, and the world seemed to slow down as she moved, she could see another filly, from the opposite team approaching, she was going to dodge her and shoot! She was the best, she was going to earn it, transform and earn all their respect she was going to...
The ball was taken from her hooves by someone who hadn’t stopped to day dream in the middle of the field, and her team groaned. Diamond Tiara came back to reality and felt really awful about losing the ball.
The other team advanced and Diamond Tiara ran behind them, surprisingly, despite the pain in her belly from running, this wasn’t half bad, she was actually enjoying this.
She somehow got the ball again and she readied herself to kick it into overdrive, she put all her strength on her kick, and the ball went flying. Diamond Tiara was sure it was going to enter! But it didn’t.
She would normally be mad. But not anymore, she was sure they’d end up putting it there somewhere in the 30 p minutes of recess.
She got the ball plenty of times in the following 22 minutes remaining, and though she didn’t score it. She helped her team (at least she liked to think like that) – By passing the ball. hoofball was a sport that was best played as a team, and the screams of “pass me” which she tentatively obeyed, multiplied her fun. Her team lost, but she didn’t care. She had never cared much for hoofball, but she knew this much all team had a coach, and she was going to help them.