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I lifted my saddlebag onto my back and cantered to the door. I saw the butler.

"BYE, FERNARDO!!!!!" I yelled.

The chauffeur was standing at the door. "Bye, mister. Tell the cook I said bye." I said.

  I opened the door. I wasn't halfway across the porch when the chauffeur bawled,"Miss Silver Spoon?!!? Don't you want me to pull you in the cart to school?!"

  "Um, no thanks, I'm gonna walk to school today because I need to get some exercise and some fresh air." I zipped off the porch and all the way to school.

"Morning, Silver Spoon." Miss Cheerilee smiled.

"Good morning!" I chirped and walked to my seat.

Strike was already here. He looked at me and smiled. "Hi."

"Hello!" I said, kind of too loud.

"You should wear your hair like that more often. It looks pretty."

  I looked at my waist-length mane, dangling down my shoulders. That's when I realized that I forgot to braid it this morning. But if Strike liked it unbraided, then unbraided it was! "Thank you."

The bell rung for class, and one last filly galloped in. It was the blonde Diamond Tiara-wannabe.

"Good morning, class." Miss Cheerilee sat at her desk. "It is the second day at school! Aren't you guys excited?!!!"

Nopony said anything.

Miss Cheerilee half-scowled. "Alright, let's get to work, ponies!"

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After math, it was our first recess. Miss Cheerilee led us outside in a single file line.

We walked straight past the park and went to the field on the south of school's campus.

Miss Cheerilee turned and smiled at all of us. "Class, as a first recess surprise, we'll be having a relay race."

Yay!!! More exercise!

"Six of you go into one line, and six of you go into another." Our teacher instructed.

We obeyed, and me and Strike got into the second line.

  "Good. Now this is how a relay race works. The first two players in both lines will run to the giant oak about eight yards ahead and then you will run back. The signal for the second player to start running is if you touch their pelt. There is absolutely NO cheating. Forms of cheating in this race are jumping, shoving,..." Miss Cheerilee looked at the two unicorns in our class. "And no using magic. Am I clear?"

"YES, MA'AM!!!!!!!" We shouted.

  Miss Cheerilee blew the whistle on her necklace so hard, I bet my parents in Butterfly Island heard it. The blonde wannabe and the green unicorn raced for the lead. When they came back and touched the ponies after them, they were sweating like pigs.

  Now, if THOSE skinny ponies were sweating, I'll probably have a mini heart attack. Especially since I'm probably half-pig with all this fat.

Sweetie Belle and Strike were racing back now. It was almost time for me.

  Strike reached back and touched my hoof before trotting to the back of the line. A wave of energy shot through me. No more hoof washing. EVER!!!

"Spoon, GO!!!" The blonde wannabe gave me a clout on my back from behind with an iron hoof.

  I started to gallop, and then glanced to the left to see who I was racing when I had run a yard. A pink earth filly with icy blue eyes glared back at me.

I was racing no other but Diamond Tiara.

And she was fast. She was a long way ahead of me and I was sweating, and I had only run two yards.

She was halfway back when I barely got to the oak tree. I moaned, and fell to the ground in a fat ball of sweating grey pelt.

  But I gradually got back up again and started to gallop back. My belly was jiggling all over the place slowing me down. And it didn't help that my chubby hooves with fat slightly hanging off of them were already tired carrying over one hundred fifty pound me.

  I finally reached the end and went behind Strike. While I was watching the other ponies run, I heard DT and the wannabes gossiping about me.

"She probably weighs over two hundred pounds."

"Look at how fat she is!"

"That's what I would call obese."

"Did you see her fall down by the oak? It was hilarious!!"

"All that extra poundage could over weigh her future. Get it?"

"Look at her legs! They're like fat little sausages!!"

OK, so what if I weigh(fine, I'll tell you my weight) two hundred ten pounds?! It was none of those fillies's business.

But they were right about a few things: I was obese, I had fat legs, and I did break down by the oak.

I hope I lose some weight after this. I want to lose sixty pounds in nine months.

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About five hours later, I was home and it was time for dinner.

"Silver Spoon!! Time for dinner!!!!" The cook summoned me down to the kitchen.

I galloped down the stairs and the butler pulled out a small, but sturdy chair out for me from under the dining table.

I gorged myself in the chair but barely fit.

  The cook beamed and brought out a rolling table heavy-laden with fattening foods high in calories. Buttered biscuits. Alfalfa. Soda.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at what I saw before me. The cook looked horrified.

  "I am fat because of you!!" I stood up and yelled at the cook. "Look at me, you servant! I am two hundred ten pounds! I'm overweight! I am OBESE! You've fed me since I was a foal! All this food is just cooked fat! Do you see how fat I am?!?! I have three rolls of fat on my stomach, short obese legs with fat literally ROLLING off them, and my bottom is only MASSIVE. Even my face is fat! And you know what?! It's all because of YOU!!!!! All the extra pounds I've been gaining since I was five years old, it is ALL. YOUR. FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

  The cook glowered at me and shoved the rolling table at Fernardo. "This food is yours, Fern. This spoiled little brat OBVIOUSLY has no care about the hard work I do to make sure she has her fattening FIVE meals a day, breakfast, brunch, lunch, supper, and dinner." She stormed off into the kitchen and I took off up the stairs.