//------------------------------// // Chisels Story: Part 1 // Story: The Secret Diary of an Equestrian Rich Pony: Diamond Tiara edition // by discord7 //------------------------------// Chisel returned a couple hours later, satisfied with his breakfast. He saw Diamond Tiara at the work table with a cloth over her creation, he smiled. "So you made somethin' huh," his eyes glancing to the wooden box, "and you found my box too, good eye kid didn't think you were that sharp." "Well, just because my school grades aren't too much to speak for doesn't mean I'm not smart." I told him smiling. "Ya got a little dirty in the process though." he said pointing at the mirror. Oh no, I thought, my dad was going to freak when he saw me like this: 'What have you been doing young lady?' he'd say, this wasn't good. "Don't worry kid, I got a washroom in the back you can use it in a minute, in the meantime let’s see what ya got here." I unveiled my creation it wasn't properly buffed or soldiered together perfectly but I didn't care I liked it. "Wudda you think Chisel?" I asked him. "For ya foist time, it’s really good. Go ahead and go use the shower, I'll have it fixed up in a jiff if ya don't mind." He replied. "Wow, I really did well?" I said happily. "Heck ya kid, you definitely got potential." He told me with an encouraging tone. I grabbed my robe and trotted to the shower room and looked back before I entered, I looked back, and he was sanding down some of the excess solder I used. As I washed I thought it quite though knew when to put the solder pen on, it melted the metal wire really fast. I wondered what he was doing to my tiara, and what it would look like after I got out. The excitement was too much I turned off the water, I hopped out, dried off and put on my robe and left the washroom. "Tadaaa!" Chisel had my tiara on a fancy pillow it looked beautiful all the places where it looked burned or lopsided were gone; it was beautiful, almost like a new tiara. "WOOOW! How did you do that?" I asked. "I'll start teachin' ya my fixit methods in ya next lesson next week same time, right now you betta be gettin' home it's gettin' late almost eleven." "Wait Chisel" I pleaded. "Wassup kid?" he looked at me. "I was wondering if you could tell me who that pony was?" I pointed at the sapphire coated statuette. He sighed, "Well kid, a long time ago, mmm... bout twelve years ago to be exact, I was a teenager. Back then I was a real punk, mean to everypony." The way he said it made him sound like me, "But one day in class 'she' walked in." He said pointing at the statue. Chisel sat at his desk leaning back in his chair. "OK listen up everypony we have a new student joining us today, please welcome Fluier." Chisel caught her eye as she walked in her head down a single purple morning glory flower in her mane. "Fluier you can sit right over there." She took her seat two rows next to Chisel; he didn't take his eyes off her for a second. When she saw him she smiled, Chisel felt a flutter in his stomach. He'd never had that happen, what was it? The class passed quickly and Chisel could not wait for it either, he kept glancing over at Fluier, but she did not return any of them, she was dead set focused on the teacher. She was stunning a light blue and sapphire colored mane over a pure white coat; if he were any sappier he would have said she was beautiful. Finally she glanced over to him and he saw she had lightning blue colored eyes, once again his stomach fluttered, and the bell rang as students began to leave he broke eye contact. When his focus returned, she was gone, already out the door. He spent the rest of the day wondering about her. The next day he was early for class, for once even his teacher was surprised. "Chisel what are you doing here so early" Mr.McMath said. "Eh, I uh... just had nothin' betta to do that's all Mista M" "Hmm, well alright, do you have your homework?" he asked. "Oh, ya got that right here." I said pulling out my math sheet from my saddlebag. He looked over it and then back at me, "Ok Chisel, what's going on here?" Mr. M said. "Watcha mean teach" I said making my way to my desk and sitting down, "Well first you come to my class early, AND you have your homework when I assign it, something’s up Chisel." He said leaning on my desk "Is it a girl?" I blushed at the thought of it "What!? NO!" "The new girl?" he asked. I stuttered. "Ya, ok whateva Mr. M I gotta go, I'll see ya in a bit" I stormed out of the room but Mr. M stopped me, he grabbed my shoulder. "Chisel you be careful, with your past there's no telling what'll happen." I shrugged him off and turned to look him in the eye, "I will never be like my fatha, if that's what yer implyin', McMath." I told him. "I know Chisel, of course you won't" He turned and began organizing papers at his desk, I looked down and ran home, or at least what left of a home I had, my shack. I ditched school that day, so that I could be alone, I didn't want to think of the past but everything I had would remind me. The basketball I had with a knife pushed into it that laid on my desk for the last five years, my father gave it to me. The picture of my mother in the corner half burned, except for the face of my mother, my father did that until I stopped him. He'd taken so much from me, but now there was nothing else he could take. One because he was no longer in my life, and two because this shed, the picture and the ruined basketball was all I had left. To make money I had a part time job at a metal refinery. Making casts of things and pouring liquid molten metal into those casts. I was supposed to be too young, but the manager knew me, he knew my situation, and he knew my mother before... well let's just say he knew her. I heard a knock on my door, I was shocked, and nopony ever came to visit me. Nopony knew where I even lived, except for Mr. McMath. I walked over to the door and opened it and what I saw shocked me, it was Fluier, at my house. "Hello." She said almost mutely.