Many ponies see me as another rich pony, and well I guess they'd be right for the most part. I am after all the daughter of one of the richest ponies in Ponyville, one of the richest ponies in Equestria for that matter. Filthy Rich is my father, and although yes I have a great life, sometime I wish I had something more.
Every day when my horse drawn carriage comes to drop me off at school, I see what I long for, Applebloom and her sister, Applejack. I always wanted a sister... or at least a sibling to call my own. It's hard sometimes because feel that it's my fault. I may only be a filly but there are things I have heard from my parents' arguments. They fight a lot mainly the business and how it should be run, but a few of the fights from when I was younger were because of me. During my delivery my mother had.... complications. The surgery she had to get afterwards made it so that she could no longer have any more children. And although she treated me as if I was the best thing she could ever hope for, sometimes out of the corner of my eye I could see the sadness in her eyes.
My father’s head is always in the clouds so he doesn't see when my mother or I are sad. I don't have many real friends, any at all for that fact. I know it's a harsh thing to say I have plenty of friends but none of them are true friends, Silver Spoon is only there because my parents buy cutlery and silverware from them. She's the only one who can stand to be around me for more than ten minutes– or so I've been told.
My entire life I've only had one true friend, he was the Colt who helped me to get my cutie mark, this diamond tiara. To everyone else it’s my special talent what I'm meant to be, but for me it's a constant reminder of the times I was acctually happy... in those times.
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I was an even younger filly, maybe 4 or 5, I'm not even sure I kept track at the time. My father had decided to add a bronze statue of himself over a fountain so ponies could admire him at our "social gatherings" he called them. He had hired a crew to weld together the materials they needed he said that they would be here for a few months to do the work. In the mean time I had to stay out of there way. I watched from my second story balcony as my father barked orders at the colt working.
"I WANT THIS STATUE SEVEN FEET TALL,AND THE FOUNTAIN TO BE TWELVE!!!" he boomed at who was aparently the top construction worker.
"Not a problem mista' Filthy we are gettin' paid for it afta all." said the gruff and gravelly voice of a large colt I had never seen before.
"I prefer Rich, and I expect so worker, I am paying good money for this statue" my father laughed and turned away.
The colt stuck his toungue out at my father as he trotted off, I giggled at this colts brash daringness. He apparently heard me because he looked up and saluted. As I waved back he turned and began to work. This colt was different than others I had met, and I hadn't even met this one, but I knew from his pesonality that I hadn't quite met anyone like him. I had no idea then how big of a role he would play in the rest of my life.