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Not even five minutes after my arrival, I have an enemy. FIVE MINUTES!!! Better call the Equestria Record Book!

  It all started when my chauffeur dropped me off at my new school. It's so lame. And get this! It's a one room schoolhouse with one teacher and twelve students, including me. But my parents said that the normal school was too far. Like they should talk. For the entire school year, they're off lounging in Butterfly Island, tanning and having pomegranate guava smoothies served to them and taking a break from their only child.

  ANYWAY, when we got there I stepped out of the cart and my chauffeur nodded in farewell to me and left school campus. If you even want to call it that. It has a few trees on the front, a sign with a book on it to my right, plus the Equestrian flag in the back left, and eggshell white gates all around. And their version of a playground is a swing set, jumps, a yellow slide, a ring around the rosie thingy, and a sandbox. Not much of campus to me!

When I looked inside I shook my head and thought, 'They can't be serious. Oh Celestia, they ARE.'

  The walls were greenish with a horseshoe borderline and to the left of the room there was a blue desk with books and other school stuff. There were also three windows to the left and the teacher's desk, an easel, a wastebasket, a SmartBoard, and

green chalkboard were up in front.

I was utterly...DISGUSTED!!!!

  I sighed and took a seat in the middle desk to my right. A blue filly and a white, purple-maned unicorn filly with pink highlights sat behind and in front of me.

  Everypony was talking except for me. A pink earth filly with a lavender mane and white streaks walked in through the puny door. She looked at me with wide blue eyes and trotted over. "Excuse me, but you have to move. I'm supposed to be sitting here."

I was shocked by how rude she was. "It doesn't have your name on it." I said back.

  The foal scowled. "I am Diamond Tiara, the most popular filly at this school! I AM THE FORCE ON CAMPUS!!! YOU ARE GOING TO MOVE."

  I glared at her, pulled my glasses farther down my muzzle, and folded my hooves. "I'm not going anywhere." I was amused by my own boldness.

This was it. I hadn't wanted for my dad to get a new job in Ponyville. I hadn't wanted to move from my lavish, elite hometown of Canterlot with my mom and my Papillion, Mimi. I was sick, and tired of having ponies make me do what I hadn't wanted. It ended here.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic. Just like your chances with-"

  "DIAMOND TIARA!!! DIAMOND TIARA!!!!! THERE YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!" A pink earth filly ran up to her, jumping and squealing. Two more fillies, a blonde earth and a green unicorn did the same thing.

The blonde one dragged her away. " OMC, DT, we've been, like, waiting to talk to you?!"

Diamond Tiara looked back at me with one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Loser," She mouthed.

  The bell rung, and a blonde colt with blue and white hair scrambled in. He had a bowling pin and ball cutie mark. The colt sat net to me. He was actually quite...

I pinched myself. Canterlot Me didn't have time for crushes, and neither should Ponyville Me.

So that's what Diamond Tiara meant when she was talking about chances with somepony. She thought I liked the colt!

  Which also meant she liked him. Which is why she tried to bully me into moving. But I hadn't known the colt would want to sit there...

Whatever. Diamond Tiara's loves were none of my business. It was time for class.

A magenta mare, which I assumed to be our teacher, walked into the classroom.

  "Hello,class. My name is Miss Cheerilee. I know most of you know that since you had me last year, but I am repeating it because we have a new student joining us for this year!" She smiled and gestured to me."This is Silver Spoon. She has moved from Canterlot to join us. Her parents have told me she owns a three year old dog named Mimi! Silver Spoon is excited to have class with us this year."

The last sentence was a lie.

"Didja have a nice summer, class?" Miss Cheerilee asked.

"YES!!!!!!!!!!" We chorused.

  "OK, then. Let's get to business. This is a small schoolhouse for fillies, except for Strike here next to Silver Spoon, but we are advanced. The colt's schoolhouse has a filly in it, Apple Bloom. This is a slight glitch, but me and the colt's schoolhouse's teacher will get it fixed as soon as we can." Miss Cheerilee said.

Awww. That meant that I wouldn't be sitting next to STRIKEY WIKEY anymore as soon as the teachers fixed the glitch.

" Anywho, I'm just going to say this- this is an advanced school. If you can't write a strong essay about cutie marks, or read and think at super advanced levels, or spell the word Czechoslovakia from the top of your head, you will not SURVIVE!!!" She said with a stamp of her hoof. Miss Cheerilee then smiled sweetly. "But let me remind you that switching to," She cleared her throat loudly. "INTERMEDIATE Fillies' School, or what I like to call the dum-dum class, is still an option."

Gulp.

"Any questions?" Miss Cheerilee asked. Nopony raised their hoof. "No? Good, then. Let's start with English."

Three hours and an English and math class later, it was time for recess.

"As most of you already know, we never have recess on the first day. Can anypony tell me why?" Miss Cheerilee asked the white unicorn in front of me raised her hoof. "Sweetie Belle??"

"Because recess on the first day of school could be a distraction from the important stuff like, education!" Said the filly.

  "You're absolutely right, Sweetie Belle. First days are made to get into the swing of things, and silly little distractions like recess are useless." Miss Cheerilee said.

Whoa. That's INSANE! Who's ever heard of no recess on the first day of school?!?!

"'Kay, then, class. Let's roll into Ponyville History." Miss Cheerilee said.

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When school was let out, I was last to get out through the door. My chauffeur was waiting for me on the road.

We went home in silence. Not that that's anything new. My chauffeur isn't really a big talker.

  I arrived home, thanked the chauffeur, and stepped inside. I've seen inside my mansion many times since I'd moved to Ponyville at the beginning of summer break, but I still wasn't used to how beautiful it was. I carefully placed my book bag(that isn't heavy at all, 'cuz I'd finished up all my homework in school during free period) on the just-polished crystal floor and trotted up the stairs to my room.

I went into my room and leaped atop my frilly, princessy bed with teal-and-gold sheets to take a short beauty rest.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I half-yelled.

  It was my butler, Fernardo. "Miss Silver Spoon, I found these letters in the mailbox, adressed to you by your Mother and Father." He said.

"Thanks, Fernardo." I half-smiled and he bowed and exited my room.

  I ripped open both letters's envelopes, but read Mom's first. I read aloud what it said,"Dear Silver Spoon, Our cook pre-made a daffodil-and-maize casserole. It's in the freezer. No carbs- you're starting to look a bit puffy." I moved on to Dad's.

That's when I noticed that inside the envelope, there was my parents's extra credit card for emergencies. WHAT?!?! What was it doing here??

I picked up the letter. "Dear Silver Spoon," I read. "Here's our extra credit card. It's yours for the time while we're gone. Go and buy yourself something nice, honey, and remember, don't go over four hundred thousand bits in one day!"

Okaaaayy- is it just me, or did those two letters, who both come from very similar ponies, seem so different?

  I smiled at Dad's letter then frowned at Mom's. I mean, I already knew I was overweight, and kinda fat because of the five square meals a day I eat, but did Mom REALLY have to put that down on a piece of paper and send it to me in the mail?!

  I walked over to my bureau and traded my glasses for the contacts that sat in a container on top of the bureau. They darkened my natural lilac eyes and went really well with the color of my light grey pelt.

  Then I ran downstairs to the kitchen and ate the casserole, along with three buns slathered with tons of melted butter, five triple chocolate brownies, and then washed it all down with two tall glasses of soda. Mom's letter didn't matter. Sure, I can barely sit in a chair without my belly and my hips getting in the way, but I'm really fat, and that's part of who I am.

I burped, then grabbed my purse and stuffed the credit card in one of the pockets.

"FERNARDO!!" I yelled. "Tell the chauffeur to take me to Glambition!!!"