"I'm sorry Pinkie but... You'll never be able to smile again." the doctor told Pinkie. It didn't matter. Right now she didn't feel like smiling, all she wanted to do was curl up in a tight, pink, fluffy ball in a corner and cry herself to sleep. Wow, finishing all of these folders and their descriptions is going to take quite some time. It's tragic that I need to make all the stuff, so go ahead and make me unhappier by posting a Teen tragic story.