Moving in with Pinkie Pie

As a filly my father never showed signs of caring, or wanting anything to do with me. He ran out before I was even born to be honest. The other ponies at my school always bullied me for not truly fitting in.  Because everypony else had a dad who cared.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't fit in.  So to save my self, and my mother, I moved away. I was going to Ponyville to try again in my life.  But first, I needed a place to stay.  Mama was asking everypony she knew in Ponyville if I could stay.  We were just about outta hope when she finally got a place for me.  She was reluctant to let me go at first.  But after another week in which I came home crying everyday, she let me go.  I didn't even hesitate, i grabbed my bag and tore outta Manehatten as soon as I could.  When I got to my stop I saw her almost instantly.  Like a giant, pink jumping bean.  She only knew me as Sweets, a nickname my mom gave me.

As soon as I got off the train she ran over to me.  "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"i'm Sweet Destruction."

"then why'd ya mom call ya sweets?"

"It's a nickname."

"oh, Let's go!" And off she bounced.

Pinkie Pie led me to her house, then up the stairs to the bedroom I'll be staying in.  The walls were pink, same as the rest of the house. In the center was a double bed, with a nightstand beside it, a lamp and alarm clock sitting on it.  She helped me put my books into the nightstand, for late night reading.  Then she helped me put the little clothing I had into the dresser. When we finished unpacking she went to the door. Before she left the room she turned around and said, "dinners at four thirty. If you need anything at all, I'm right downstairs." I smiled and she left the room.

Let me say something you really need to know about me.  Even if I'm dying on the inside, on the outside I am a bubble.  I hide my pain behind a friendly smile to make anypony think I'm okay.  According to a pony in my school (before I left) I had a sweet smile.  That was the only nice thing anypony in that school ever said to me, and the only reason he said it was because a teacher forced him to.

Anyway, I didn't have a cutiemark till I started writing to my mother every night.  That's when I realized, I love to write.  I loved the feeling of finally being able to let everything out, even if it was only to a piece of paper and a quill. Once i realized I loved writing I couldn't quit.  Nor did I want to.  Everyday all i would do was write.  When you have hooves it's not very easy to write. And I hadn't thought of writing with my mouth.  So I used my horn. I didn't know it only worked for your special talent, seeing as I thought I didn't have a special talent.      Then one day, after finishing a new letter to my mother, I looked at my flank for a second and I saw my cutiemark (a half completed scroll with a quill hovering over it).  I was so happy.

I started school the next day.

After two months I still didn't have any friends. Some of the other ponies started picking on me again.  But I held strong and kept my smile warm and shoulders up.  Till I would get home, to my room.  Then I cried. I acted happy around others, but I cut the act as soon as I got to my room.  Even though I didnt have friends, Ponyville was still better than Manehatten.

I would write about what happened that day. I would vent, relieve myself from the pain of the day, only to prepare myself for the days to come.  Even though it was painful for the first few months of my stay, I was still happier than i was in my old home.

I had my writing.  I had my hope.