Anthology of Graybles

by Str8aura

What: Circulation (Apple Tiara; Comedy)

I really, truly have no clue what I was on with this one.

"I hate you."

"Who?" Apple Bloom looked up from the ball she was bouncing at the sudden declaration.

"You." She replied.

"Me?" Diamond Tiara looked up from the Apple Bloom she was insulting at the sudden declaration.

"Of course." Apple Bloom responded.

"That's rich coming from the rich kid," I shot back.

"I don't have to take this from a dirty Blank Flank." Diamond Tiara replied, very confused as to how she said , out loud.

"I am not a Blank Flank!" Diamond Tiara practically yelled back, suddenly wanting this conversation to be over.

"I never said you were!" .- .--. .--. .-.. . - .. .- .-. .- screamed.

"Blaaank Flaaank!" She sang. She was somewhere between orange and purple, but she didn't think there was a word for it.

"I'm telling the teacher!" You cried, existentially terrified by the horrifying change in perspective.

"Tattle-tail" She called after I without any particularly strong feelings one way or another that might warrant punctuation.

Go die.

Comments

[FanOfMostEverything]

This is what happens when the narrator spends twenty minutes on a teacup ride just before the story begins.