What will Diamond Tiara do when she's the one who's a victim of bullying?
Diamond Tiara is a bully.
Everypony knows it. Not much you can do, however. The richest filly in town attends a one-room schoolhouse--the only one in Ponyville. Filthy Rich, father of Diamond, is one of the only things keeping the town going. Doing anything to his daughter would greatly decrease the funds coming in to Mayor Mare.
That doesn't stop anypony from hating her.
But who could blame them? Teasing the younger foals until they cry, giving everypony a hard time, and prodding the fillies and colts to find a soft spot, and using their weaknesses just for her own power.
"Awww..." Glimmer Mist held the pink filly close, embracing her tightly. Bright signs around the room congratulated her for bringing such a bundle of joy into the world. Reading; It's a girl! Your daughter is here! Such a darling! Although the signs were nice, none of them could possibly compete with what her mother had to offer.
"Coochie coochie coo!" Her pink muzzle rubbed against her daughter's, who's coat shared the same color. The newborn giggled and squeaked in delight.
A tiny hoof waved around, and another deep inside the baby's mouth. Hmmm, this was interesting. Her deep eyes squinted, attempting to focus on her moving hoof.
"What are you going to name her dear?"
A familiar voice took Glimmer by surprise. "Oh!"
The voice laughed. "Sorry darling, didn't mean to scare you."
Glimmer chuckled. "No no, Rich, it's fine." She paused, thinking about how to answer the original question.
"We could always name her what we planned...Strawberry..." Glimmer tapped her chin with a light pink hoof. "But, I don't think that fits her quit right."
Rich nodded in agreement. "Yes...especially with those blue eyes." The brown stallion glanced at the sapphire eyes on his daughter as he spoke. The couple had planned her eyes to match Glimmer's side of the family, which was a strawberry pink, however, seeing them now proved that the name didn't really match her.
Glimmer followed her husband's eyes and found herself staring at the deep blue circles on her daughter's face. They were like tiny lakes, or jewels, or...ah ha!
"We could name her Diamond!" Glimmer blurted out.
Rich's face lightened up. "That's perfect darling!" He embraced his wife while murmuring,
"Diamond, our little baby girl..."
"Diamond? Diamond Tiara? Are you paying attention young lady?"
Diamond's eyes popped open and her head shot up. "U-uh..yes?"
Cheerilee looked skeptic. "What's the formula for finding the area of a triangle?"
The pink filly's eyes darted around the classroom. "Ummm..." Her head lowered. "I-I don't know."
Cheerilee sighed. "Well, pay attention. We've already gone over the formula. You can study what you...missed, in my office at recces."
A few snickers were audible around the classroom, and Diamond's head sank lower and lower until it was under her desk. She didn't even bother to pay attention for the rest of the lesson.
"And then you carry the one..."
Cheerilee's voice became dimmer and dimmer to Diamond's ears. She was pretty good at tuning out most of math time. Cool ponies didn't have to listen, she and Silver Spoon totally agreed on that. And right now, Cheerilee wasn't exactly on top of the "cool list"
Yeah Cheerilee, think it's funny to embarrass me like that? Diamond's ears bent back in irritation, followed by her sapphire eyes getting thinned into a scowl.
She'll pay...
Slam!
Diamond slammed her locker door shut, adjusting her crown after it's movement. "Hmph!" She was still superior, no matter what the other ponies said. She was still beauty, she was mostly brains. One little mistake in math class wasn't going to change anything.
"So sorry about what happened in math earlier," a high-pitched filly's voice made Diamond turn around, finding Silver Spoon behind her.
"Some ponies are just so lame..." Silver ranted on about how awesome Diamond was, and how lame Cheerilee was, the pink filly accepted each bit of it, until she reached a stop in her mind.
"Wait, Silver..." Diamond put her hoof up to her friend's mouth. "You weren't in the same math as me."
The gray filly gave her a seriously? look. "Diamond, everypony already knows. News travels fast."
Panic spread throughout Diamond's brain. "Y-you mean, the whole school already knows?"
Silver Spoon nodded, taking off her glasses and wiping them with a handkerchief. "Yeah, probably."
Diamond started biting the end of her hoof, and she felt sweat at the rim of her forehead. Keep it professional DT, act cool and relaxed. The pink filly took a deep breath, her reputation was already in danger. She couldn't take the risk of putting it out again. Just act like everything is fine. Diamond flipped her mane in her usual way, and started sashaying off, while beckoning Silver to follow.
"What're you going to do DT?" She asked.
Diamond Tiara sighed. "What I always do."
"Nopony likes you Twerp!"
Diamond shoved the lavender filly into a large puddle of mud, laughing when tears fell from the small filly.
"Your mom's retarted Dinky! How does she help you with your homework? Saying that 1+1 is a muffin?" Diamond then proceeded to chuckle at her cruel joke, followed by the giggles of Silver Spoon.
Dinky looked about ready to give up, but her golden eyes suddenly changed from weak to strong, with a hint of courage in the irises.
The small unicorn rose up from the muddy puddle that she was pushed into, then pointed a purple hoof at Diamond Tiara.
"Y-you know what? One day," Her chocked up voice was becoming clear and full of bravery. "One day, you're gonna see the world differently-you're gonna find that hate and cruelty will get you nowhere. You'll see that being caring and kind is how to live your life. Not hate. Not cruelty."
Others gazed at Dinky in astonishment. Nopony has ever stood up to Diamond Tiara like that. The school foals kept glancing at Dinky, then Diamond, Dinky, Diamond.
Tension in the air started to build up, and all eyes on Diamond, eagerly seeing how the pink filly would react.
Diamond was quit aware of this, and knew that whatever she said or did now, would follow her forever.
Remember, just keep your cool, stay calm, and everything will be fine. Diamond flipped her mane casually, and said, "Whatever." Then walked away calmly, her head high in the air.
Little did she know, that this wouldn't be the last of it.
Diamond Tiara processed the question her father had just asked. How was school? It was bad, but Diamond already knew that. The real wonder was what to tell her father about it. Was he even listening? Or was it one of those times when he just asked because he needed to say something?
After a small bit of thinking, Diamond responded primly,
"It was okay."
Rich didn't even bother to look up from the newspaper he was reading. Yep, definitely one of those times.
Diamond sighed and dragged her hooves down the golden halls to her room. Realizing what she looked like, her head immediately shot up. The pink filly straightened her tiara and pulled her hooves high. She still had her dignity. The Diamond Tiara would not be seen without her head high or with her hooves dragging. Even if the other ponies from school started to underestimate her power, Diamond would never give them the satisfaction of bringing down her or her place.
"Hmph!"
Diamond sniffed proudly and continued on her way to her room. Her walk had her nose high in the air, and with each step she took, Diamond brought her dainty pink hooves up to her chest. Yes, this was the Diamond Tiara that everypony feared. She still owned the school, and there was nothing any of the other fillies and colts could do about it.
"I now officially announce this CMC meeting to begin!"
Applebloom's sweet voice rang all through the wooden clubhouse. The large group of fillies and colts that sat in all different spots on the floor, eagerly gazed upon the small pony. Each one of them wondered what had brought Applebloom to be so persistent on bringing all of them here.
"Umm," A small voice from the back of the crowd spoke up. "What is this meeting even about?"
Applebloom smiled. "Ah'm bout to tell ya!" The beige filly trotted of the stand that she had stood on when announcing the start, and made her way to a projector attached to the wall.
She tapped the wooden wall twice, then the projector fell from it's folded stance. The screen displayed a photo of a very familiar pony...
"DIAMOND TIARA?!?" The entire crowd gasped in shock.
Applebloom nodded with satisfaction. She had gotten the response she had hoped for.
"I'm gonna assume that means y'all know her." Applebloom saw a few nervous shake of heads and a quiet, "Yes."
"I'm also gonna assume that means y'all know how she acts too." Another round of nods were seen. "And any sane pony would hate to have to be treated like that!" More nods from the crowd, this time more stable and sure of themselves.
"What are we gonna do bout it?" No nods this time, just scared questions. A small hoof shot up from the back.
"Yes, you in the back." Applebloom said while pointing to where the raised hoof was.
"We can't do anything, I mean this is Diamond Tiara we're talking about!" A wave of agreement statements rose from the group of foals. "We can't do anything!" The pony repeated.
Applebloom stomped her hoof for silence, which was ignored. She tried again, which this time, just made the protest louder.
"QUIET!!!" A orange filly ran up in front of Applebloom, which after seeing, the foals immediately shut up.
"Applebloom, you were saying?"
Applebloom took a few steps forward now that she had her audience's attention. "Thanks Scoots." She said while nodding to her friend.
"Now, back on topic." The filly continued. "We can do something. We just need to start slow." Small perks of heads came up to Applebloom's hopeful words. "Little baby steps."
The voice from the back popped up again. "How can we start?"
Applebloom smiled grimly. "By giving Diamond her own treatment..."
"Silver Spoon!"
Diamond Tiara trotted angrily over to where the grey filly stood alone in the playground.
"I had to go get my mane done all by myself! Why weren't you there to pay for me?" Diamond flipped her white streaks with frustration.
Silver Spoon shuffled her hooves. "Well, maybe you could pay for it, you know...by yourself..."
Diamond's sapphire eyes glared at Silver like daggers. "What did you say?"
"N-nothing..."
"That's what I thought!" Diamond sashayed passed Silver.
"By giving Diamond her own treatment..."
Silver Spoon poked her lavender eye through a small hole in the wood of the clubhouse. The grey filly saw Applebloom standing at the front of the club, giving some sort of speech or something...
Behind Applebloom there was a projector showing a picture of...Diamond Tiara?
Silver Spoon blinked her eyes, then put on her glasses, making sure to clean the lenses. She couldn't be seeing right, but after putting on her glasses, she saw it, a photo of Diamond. Lots of angry looks were cast at the picture, and Silver could faintly hear rude remarks about her.
Finally, she put the pieces together...a speech, a picture, and the CMC haven't been giving in to her bullying recently, it was all making sense.
A rebellion against Diamond had started-or at least it was being formed.
Silver scooted closer to the hole she was hearing out of, and tried her best to make out what Applebloom was saying...
Agreeing with every word she said.
Silver Spoon looked up angrily at Diamond, about to say something harsh, but soon thought better of it.
I'll get my revenge soon enough she thought. After all, this was only the start of something great.
Silver Spoon sighed and glanced at her shiny grey hooves. It was better than listening to Diamond Tiara ranting about her day. Is that some dust? She thought, then proceeded to flick away whatever the tiny figure lay on her hoof.
"I just can't believe that some lame group of ponies underestimated my family's wealth!" The pink filly complained. "When I inherit my father's money I'll make sure they'll be the first ones to go. Aside from those cutie mark crusaders or whatever they're called." Diamond then started twirling her mane as she daydreamed. "Well, I'll probably be living in a castle somewhere in Canterlot. Then I won't have to worry about stupid ponies like them."
"Mm-hm." Silver said, trying her best to keep the boredom out of her voice. She couldn't believe she put up with this for years.
Don't worry Silver she thought to herself. I just have to sit through this only a little bit longer. The grey filly sighed. My revenge had better be worth it, I don't know how much more of this I can put up with!
Silver Spoon trotted through the playground, nervously glancing one way to the next. When she saw a pink filly on the swings stare at her, Silver sprinted behind a corner of the school. After a few minutes staying hidden, she poked her head away from the wall. The pink filly was still there, but not who Silver originally assumed it was.
She wiped a drop of sweat off the rim of her forehead, and continued on her way across the playground. When she came near a tree, Silver once again hid behind it. Just in case. She had agreed to attend the CMC's meeting, and she was going to live up to her promise to not bring Diamond Tiara.
She better not see me, Silver thought with worry. When the coast was clear, she hurried to another hiding spot. She had Diamond distracted, but she wouldn't stay there for long.
"Silver?"
Silver Spoon's head shot up, and she immediately scrambled to where she heard the voice.
She sighed with relief when she saw the noise coming from a familiar beige filly.
"Applebloom, is the coast clear?"
Applebloom turned her head a few ways, then nodded to Silver.
The grey filly lightly came over to where Applebloom and her two friends where, then sat herself down in the circle the CMC had made.
"Grrr..." Silver saw that she had made the mistake of sitting next to Scootaloo, who, from what Silver Spoon could tell, was still getting used to the fact of teaming up with the grey filly.
She gave a sheepish grin, then turned her attention to Applebloom.
"Is she gone?"
Silver nodded.
"Yeah, I told her there was some lipstick in the filly's room."
Sweetie Belle chuckled. "Wow, she really fell for that?"
Silver Spoon shrugged. "Apparently."
"Alright, let's get to business."
Applebloom looked at the grey filly. "You know most about her, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, where does Diamond hang out after school most often?"
Silver Spoon tapped her chin with a light grey hoof.
"Well, she mostly stays at her own house, but she also owns some land with a pool near south of Ponyville. She takes me there every Wednesday."
Applebloom got out a notebook, then scribbled down some words as Silver spoke.
"What's really precious to her?" Scootaloo asked.
"She has a picture of her mom in her room. She'll do anything to protect that." Silver shoved her hooves over her mouth-but it was too late. What she said could never be taken back.
Applebloom stopped writing, and looked up at Silver with an unsure look in her hazel eyes.
"Uh, don't you think that's going a might to far?'' Sweetie nodded in agreement. But Scootaloo still protested.
"C'mon guys! Think of what she's said to us! How many times she used us, bullied us, and what she's done to other ponies."
Applebloom sighed. "Fine." Then wrote a few things down on the page in front of her.
Silver Spoon's lavender eyes darted around the playground, her mouth opened to say something, something to change the CMC's minds about all this.
"Wait guys-" But before she could muster anything more, the bell rang.
"Alright gals. Usual place tonight?" The two other fillies nodded, then trotted away to line up for class, but not before Scootaloo could scowl at Silver and mouth-
You're not one of us.
Heartbroken, Silver couldn't bring up what little energy she had to go into class. Instead, she collapsed on the grass, and curled into a little ball. A little, grey ball of tears.
What have I done?
Because there was one little fact that Silver Spoon forgot to tell them, and even if she did get the chance, Scootaloo was dead-set on getting to that photo.
In front of Glimmer Mist, stood a small filly so covered in mud that she was almost unrecognizable.
"T-the other ponies at school pushed me mommy, into the mud." Tears fell from sapphire eyes of the filly. "They called me things like retarded and idiot...a-am I an idiot mommy?"
Glimmer grabbed her daughter in a large hug. "Of course not Diamond, of course not." When she released grip from her, Glimmer saw that her own hooves stained with blood. Panicked, she gently wiped a large section of mud of her daughter's coat, and her fears were confirmed.
Blood spilled from a large wound, disguising Diamond's pink coat as a dark crimson.
"Diamond Tiara! How did you get this?!?"
The small filly worriedly glanced at her wound. "W-well, I got a tiny cut from one of the bullies...but it was really small. Nothing like this."
"Rich!" Glimmer screamed for her husband. "Come here with some bandages!" She then grabbed Diamond by the scruff and (gently but firmly) placed her on the dining table.
Tears welled up once again in the pink filly's blue eyes. "Am I going to be okay mommy?" Glimmer smiled at her daughter. "Of course." She then lifted up a pink hoof and stroked Diamond's tear away. With her fur against Diamond's coat, it rather interesting with the two different shades of pink clashing into one another.
"I'm here honey, what's the matter?" In the doorway stood Filthy Rich, with a large supply of bandage rolls and an expression that was full of panic at what the supply he gathered was needed for.
Glimmer snatched a roll off Rich's back and immediately got to work, ever so gently padding Diamond's wound. "It's okay honey," she cooed every once in a while. Behind the mare, Rich stood watching every movement his wife made, sweat dripping from his worried brow.
Finally, Glimmer whispered sweetly, "Okay Diamond, I'm done." The filly glanced up and saw a bandaged pile on her flank instead of the ugly wound that had once stood in it's place. However it's change in beauty, Diamond let out a wail.
"B-but mommy," Diamond spoke in between sobs, "if I get my cutie mark, nopony will see!''
Glimmer frowned at her daughter's flank. If she moved the bandage, she could open up Diamond's wound again. She could also tell that leaving it be would bring the temptation for her to take it off to see if she had her cutie mark yet.
"Oh sweetheart," Glimmer hugged her daughter as she thought of a solution. After a bit of pondering, the mare's strawberry eyes lit up with an idea. She broke the hug, then hurried to the parlor. In the back of the room, sat a wooden desk covered with dust and old, disorganized papers.
Glimmer searched through the scattered work, but with no luck of finding the desired item. The pink mare then looked downward, finding a closed drawer. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open, gasping with delight at what she had just laid her eyes on.
There in the drawer, was a breath-taking tiara. It had been sitting in that desk for several years now, but despite it's age, the sparkling head piece was as beautiful as ever. Glimmer very carefully grabbed the tiara, and brought it back to the table of which Diamond sat upon.
Glimmer led the curious hoof of Diamond away from her bandage she was picking at, and pushed the shiny silver jewelry in front of her daughter.
"Here sweetheart," she began. "If you wear this, you'll be more special than Celestia's sun, even after you earn your cutie mark." Glimmer placed the tiara upon Diamond's head, but not before pecking a light kiss upon her.
You could tell by the way Diamond's eyes sparkled in sync with her new tiara that everything about her wearing it was just meant to be. And as if to prove that, seconds after it being placed on her, a flash of light was visible from behind the bandages. Both ponies smiled at each other, just pure love flowing from one another....
...Little did they know it would be the last time that joy would exits between them.
Silver Spoon raced through Sweet Apple Acres, dodging every tree in her sight, whisking with the wind, as if she was a part of the strong breeze herself.
The grey filly had her once-perfect mane ruffled, and strands of hair stood wildly in all directions. However, the fancy filly couldn't care less. No, this was far more important.
Silver Spoon soon arrived at her destination, a large apple tree that was visible behind a few wild plants. She trotted around the forest-like bushes and saw what she had come here so quickly for.
A wooden tree house stood at the edge of a ramp, which was built from the stump of the tree to some of the highest branches. Silver didn't stop once, and sprinted up the ramp. She slammed herself through the door, and, as powerfully as her small lungs would allow her to, Silver Spoon shouted-
"STOP!"
Three small eyes nervously glanced up to see what in Equestria made that noise. To see Silver Spoon there, well, you could imagine their shock.
"Gosh darn't Silver, what in tarnation do ya want?!?" Applebloom (one of the three) stood up and glared at the grey filly, a fire of annoyance burning in her amber eyes.
Silver Spoon stood her ground. "You need to listen to me!"
Sweetie Belle was second to stand. "We're all ears."
"You know the picture, the photo of Diamond Tiara's mother?"
"Uh, yeah? What about it?" Scootaloo joined the rest of the Crusaders standing as she spoke.
"You can't touch it, at all! That picture is far too precious. I...I wasn't thinking when I told you guys about it."
Then, to Silver's surprise, Applebloom burst out laughing.
"W-well of course not!" The filly paused to catch her breath. "Do you think we're some sort of heartless monsters or somethin'?"
"No, that's Diamond's job," Scootaloo muttered, just loud enough for Sweetie Belle to hear-and she replied to the comment by shooting her a, shut it, look.
Applebloom ignored Scootaloo and continued talking.
"I mean, Diamond is mean and all, but we're not gonna smash a photo of her dead mother or nothin'."
...
Silence...
"W-wait," Silver started. "You know about Glimmer?"
"Uhmm, yeah, I mean, Diamond's father and Big Mac are friends. Am...am I not suppose to know this?"
Silver Spoon's purple eyes were as wide as saucers. "N-No! Diamond would have a heart attack if she knew that somepony like you-" Silver paused. "No offense, of course! It's just that, she feels better than all of you guys. I don't know how she'll respond if she finds out that you've seen her other side."
Sweetie Belle cocked her head. "Other side?"
Silver Spoon tapped her chin with a grey hoof, pondering about how she would explain.
"Basically, Diamond has this other side of herself. It's not any nicer or more kind than what you see all day, but it's much more pitiful. The other side mostly appears when Glimmer is mentioned. And...That's pretty much all I know. I've only seen the other side once or twice-so I doubt that any of you will ever see it."
"So, it's like a weaker side of Diamond Tiara, right?" Scootaloo asked.
"Exactly."
The orange filly started to stare off absentmindedly, lost deep into her own world. Meanwhile, the other ponies continued their conversation, discussing more plans to 'get back' Diamond Tiara.
After a bit of thinking, Scootaloo bounced up in excitement, screaming-
"I'VE GOT IT!!!"
Her wings fluttered quickly as Scootaloo fell softly back on the wooden floor. The three other ponies watched her, waiting for what she had to say.
Scootaloo walked up to the front of the room, and cleared her throat.
"Alright, so we can't mess with the picture of Glimmer, for obvious reasons. However, what if we just act like we're going to break it?'
Applebloom's face scrunched up in confusion.
"Why in tarnation would we do that?"
Scootaloo put her hoof up for silence.
"We would pull it off in front of Diamond. She would be so scared, and would learn not to mess with us."
Sweetie Belle looked down at her hooves.
"I...I don't know. I don't like putting something so precious on the line..."
"Don't worry! I promise we won't do anything to it...Well, not anything bad at least."
Sweetie still looked unsure. "I don't think it's a good idea."
Scootaloo walked over to her friend, and put her hoof over her shoulder. "Come on, think of all the things Diamond has done to us. This harmless stunt wouldn't even come close to what she's put us through!"
"Sweetie Belle- I mean, agent Belle, do you repeat?"
"Agent Belle right here!"
"No! Sweetie Belle! That's not how walkie talkies work-!"
"Scootaloo, what's the point of all this?"
"We're hiding! So that nopony will find us!"
"Why do we have to talk all fancy-like?"
"Because- Ugh. Never mind. Let's just get on with the plan."
"Okay. I got the string."
"I have the picture!"
"Good, good. And I have the broken glass. Everything's in order."
"Hey, anypony seen Silver?
"Don't worry, she's coming."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Sweetie Belle. She's an important part of this mission. Who else is going to lead Diamond back home?"
"Oh, right."
"Yeah. Anyway, back to business. Applebloom, are outside the basement door?"
"Yeah, do you have the keys?"
"Mmh-hm. Silver Spoon goes home with Diamond Tiara every Tuesday, so since Diamond's at the country club, Silver has to go to Diamond's house alone."
"Wow, what a brat."
"Sheesh, you thought this out, didn't you Scoots?"
"Yes and yes. I told you, Sweetie Belle. I've been preparing this all night."
"Scootaloo, you were at my house last night."
"Oh, whatever. Applebloom, there's a piece of string above you're head, can you reach it?"
"Uhm, yeah. How'd you get this up here?"
"I already told you guys, I'm ready."
"Er, girls? Not to but in or anything, but wouldn't it be better if we all did this together...as in, not be totally separated all throughout this humongous mansion?"
"No. It has to be timed just right in order for this plan to work. One of us can't just hurry as fast as we can to the side, pull the string, then another one gallop to the other side, and pull a string. This is too big of a house, the code will time out."
"Code? Are we secret agents hacking into a safe or something?"
"Oooh! That sounds fun! Let's pretend we're agents breaking in!"
"Yeah! Oooh, ooh! Let's have code names!"
"Alright! I want to be Fashionista!"
"I want to be Cutie Mark Crusher!"
"I want to be Rainbow Dash!"
"...Seriously?"
"What?"
"Just, ugh. Never mind."
"Come on guys. Let's get back to the whole reason we're here. Scoots, what do I do now?"
"Right. Apple Bloom, give that string a little tug."
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, the basement door should be open now.
"...Whoa."
Creak!
Wooden stairs sank under the weight of the small filly. Her scarlet mane lay invisible under the darkness of the underground. She could feel cobwebs pull at her tail, but her amber eyes stared straight ahead, hypnotized and dazed from what sat in front of her.
Her hooves trembled as she forced one in front of another. Her legs seemed to be the only part of her moving, for her expression was paralyzed. Eyes as wide as butterfly wings, and ears held flat against her head.
"Agent Bloom, do you repeat?"
Apple Bloom clicked the walkie talkie. "Agent Scoots, roger that," she squeaked, voice meek.
"Applebloom? What's wrong?" She heard another voice chime in. "You sound...weird."
"Please be quiet," Apple Bloom muttered.
"What? Excuse me, but you do not talk to her that way! You know, I'm friends with Rainbow Dash, and she could fly over and kick your butt so far!-"
"Scootaloo, shut up!" Apple Bloom's hiss was barley a whisper, but the fury and terror was loud and clear. She clicked the walkie talkie once more, "Look, if you were here, you were here, you would understand."
"Just tell us what the matter is!"
Apple Bloom looked back at the walkie talkie in her hoof, with an exasperated sigh, flicked a switch from the back to "off". She shoved it into the saddle bag upon her back, and continued to lightly trot through the darkness. After many steps of silence, she whipped a hoof across her sweaty brow. "Phew!" she grinned, proud to have avoided such a situation.
Seconds later, she heard a growl from behind.
"Apple Bloom!" Scootaloo furiously shook the walkie talkie in her hooves. "APPLE BLOOM!" She heard no response.
"Ugh!" Scootaloo slumped in her posture. Her walkie talkie had become sweaty from the filly's hoof, and the Celestia's sun began to rise higher. "Why does it have to get so hot?" Scootaloo whined aloud. She slowly flapped her wings, losing enough energy to lack the ability to fan herself.
A neat, clean garden full of petunias sat in front of her. Their leaves drooped, healthy, yet so depressed. The quality of work that had been put into the bed suggest a professional had come to care for the flowers. "Spoiled brat." she mumbled. Then immediately felt bad. "It's not he flowers fault." Scootaloo said. "I would take care of you, I promise." Her mouth stretched into a wide yawn. "I...would...take...care...of...the...flowers..." Her violet eyes drooped, and her pose fell deeper onto the lawn. "I...swear..."
"Scootaloo? Apple Bloom? Anypony?!? Hurry up and finish with the picture--I think somepony's coming!
