Chapters Exercise, Calories, and a Relay Race
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.
I flung myself onto the bed and growled like a bear.
"That stupid excuse of a cook is NOT going to get away with this," I said. "I shall have her FIRED!!!"
I paced my room thinking more about the cook until I decided I'll fire her myself.
I grabbed an envelope and a piece of stationery and a peacock quill with ink and wrote to my parents: "Thanks for the credit card. Hope you're having fun at Butterfly Island. Everything's pretty much the same here, except that I fired the cook. I caught her lazing off on the couch, eating maize tortilla chips and watching television. What a lazy fool! So I fired her."
I jotted down my signature, folded up the letter, and stuffed it inside the envelope. I will put it in the mail later.
OK, so I lied. But I didn't want to get in trouble for firing my parents's fave cook for her calling me a brat because I blamed her for me being 210 pounds.
That cook has gotten too far. She has made me obese, AND she thinks she has the right to call me a brat?! Ugh!!! The NERVE of that mare.
I wrenched open the door and leaned over the banister to shout at the cook. "You're FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The cook turned away from what she was doing to stare up at me. "WHAT?!?!?!" She said, obviously flabbergasted.
I stamped down the stairs, facing the cook and looking into her ugly brown eyes. "You heard me. Get out of my face, get out of my mansion, and GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The cook gasped, then frowned down at me. "Fine," She said. "I WILL." She stormed into the kitchen, with me following her, and she took all her ingredients, recipes, pots, pans, and bowls. I watched, with a constant frown on my face. She then pushed all the stuff in three purple fake crocodile skin suitcases and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her, never to return.
I dusted my hooves together. "Glad I got that over with. Right, Fern?" I beamed at the butler.
Fern glared at me and shook his head. "That was a new LOW, Silver Spoon. If your parents were here in Ponyville, I am very sure that they will be VERY disappointed!"
I glared back. "Oh, whatever. Like I care what you ponies think of me. Like I told that rotten cook, you IDIOTS are just staff!! As a matter of fact, you're THIS close to being on my list of ponies to fire with the cook!" I went back to my bedroom, raving mad.
I let my belly flop onto the bed. I snatched up a fashion mag from my nightstand and tried to read it, but I was too unfocused.
"ARGH!!!!!" I growled between clenched teeth, and pitched the mag like a Frisbee. It hit the wall, and slid down to the plush royal purple carpet.
"It wasn't really the cook's fault." I said, not caring if the butler heard and thought I was crazy for talking to myself. "I let myself get so obese, and I hadn't bothered to do anything until now. I should have known something was up when I hit one hundred pounds at five years old."
I was going anorexic tomorrow and the rest of today.
My stomach growled.
OK. Maybe not today.
"Fern!!!!!! Get me one of those grain zero-calorie bars!!!!!!" I howled.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He answered from downstairs. "I am not doing ANYTHING for you until you apologize!!!!"
I was silent for a moment or two. Then I let out a little laugh. "Wow," I chuckled. "You REALLY want to get fired, don't you, Fern?"
I huffed and stomped down the stairs, my stomach lolling from side to side. The visible fat rolls on my hooves jiggled wildly. Wow. Oh, WHEN will all this obesity know it's not wanted and get off my body?
I went into the Lazy Susan cabinet and pulled out a strawberry grain bar from the box. I unwrapped it from its packaging, and munched off the top. In only five seconds, the King candy bar-sized grain bar was completely gone. New record.
I burped loudly, covering my mouth a second too late before it came out. No wonder I became so fat. My mom DID tell me I was an overweight baby that could never moderate the amount of food I ate.
I walked back over to the cabinet and took another one out and ate it. Then another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another!
I burped again, even louder this time. I had eaten NINE of those grain bars!!
Wow!
And get this! SIX of them were the wrong, 600-calorie Triple Chocolate grain bars.
I looked to the right and saw Fern. I gasped/burped in shock, and wondered how long he was standing there.
"Silver Spoon, you are one fat filly." He shook his head with annoyance. "Even with your little weight-loss regimen, you just can't stop eating junk, can you?"
He walked away, and I watched him go. "It was an accident! I didn't know I was eating the wrong grain bar until now!!" I yelled after him.
Plus, how did HE know that I was on a weight-loss regimen?! I hadn't told any pony!
I guess my little(OK, huge) blowout fight with the cook made it super-obvious.
But the most intriguing, and most difficult question of all was: HOW COULD I LOSE WEIGHT IF I COULDN'T STOP INDULGING IN FATTENING FOODS?!?!
IS THERE A MEDICINE FOR THAT OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I walked to school the next day with my head held high and walked with lots of purpose. The New Silver Spoon(future me) would have hair that Diamond Tiara and her posse envied, the fashion sense of all the popular, mean fillies in EQUESTRIA, and would weigh less than one hundred pounds in a year.
The current Old Silver Spoon(present me) has hair that is so embarressingly messy that she has to put it up in a french braid, weighs over two hundred pounds, and has the fashion sense of all the popular, mean fillies in Ponyville only put together.
I wore my hair down and put on my contacts(because apparently messy is the new pretty, and glasses are the new ugly) so I could start on my Operation: Make The Fat Filly The Pretty Filly(I know it's cheesy!). I even went the extra mile and started to experiment with my mom's makeup. She's not at home to scold me, and even if she was, after she did, she wouldn't give a hoot about what I did again.
I arrived on school campus and inhaled a deep breath. "Ok," I launched into a self pep talk. "Don't think about what your new crush, Strike,DT's little group, or what any pony else would think. Just...relax. Pretend you're just walking home from this place. Or calling your BFF, Goody Gumdrops. Just relax." I took another breath and walked inside the schoolhouse just before the bell rang.
Miss Cheerilee kept us working hard until recess and lunch. At recess, I sprinted laps around the playground until it was time to eat lunch.
We headed back inside the building and got our lunches. Miss Cheerilee was nice, and let us eat outside for a change. The teachers had a special luncheon in the office building, and a chaperone came to spy(scratch that) watch us.
I gasped, and almost burped in shock when I saw who the chaperone actually was...
THE COOK!!!!!!!!!!
And she saw me too, because she glared and walked over to me. "Where's your lunch?" She sneered.
Before I could answer, she belted out,"Are you trying to LOSE WEIGHT?!" She looked at the class when she said the last two words.
I rolled my eyes and hissed at her. "You are SUCH a FOAL, you LAZY SERVANT!!!!" I ran off to the picnic table the class was supposed to sit at.
I sat at the left corner of the table on the bottom side, and Diamond Tiara and her friends sat next to her, side by side, all seven of them(well, EIGHT, if you counted Diamond Tiara).
"HIIIIIIIIIIII, oh, SILVY SPOON!" Diamond Tiara flipped her mane and gave me a weird smug look.
"Um, hiya, Diamond Tiara." I shrugged.
Diamond Tiara reached inside her bedazzled lunch bag and pulled out a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting. "Eww, I CANNOT eat this! I can't believe Daddy gave me a cupcake even when I told him NO!!!!"
"Why don't you eat it, DT?" The blonde wannabe asked. "It could be your weekly carb."
Wait a moment. So these fillies only ate carbs every WEEK?! Yikes!
Diamond Tiara sighed like she was bored of the filly. Who wouldn't be, after her tagging along to DT like a sick, lost puppy?
"I already ATE my weekly carb, yesterday, Noi. My dad took me to Sugar Cube Corner to get a treat for getting good grades. I ate a piece of low-fat, sugar-free shortcake with zero calorie vanilla frosting." Diamond Tiara said, like, DUH?
DOUBLE YIKES!!
"Cool, Diamond Tiara. That sounds delicious." I swallowed. Swallowing always comes after lying.
Or at least that has always been in my experience.
Diamond Tiara shot dagger eyes at me. I flinched.
"Would YOU like the cupcake, Silver Spoon?" Diamond Tiara smiled like a beauty queen, batted her eyes innocently, and held the cupcake out to me. "You don't even have any lunch!"
I love chocolate cupcakes, so this situation was tempting. "No thanks, Diamond Tiara. I'm going anorexic today. I'm trying to lose weight."
Noi and the wannabes snickered. Some pony said, "I told you!"
"Told who what?" I asked.
"We've noticed you've been trying to lose weight, Silver Spoon." Diamond Tiara said. "But this is a zero-cal dark chocolate diet cupcake. Eat it. It won't hurt you."
Was this some type of TRICK?! My stomach growled. I WAS hungry.
I snatched the cupcake from Diamond Tiara and took a humongous bite. I felt my fat face go red. This cupcake was an Aztec Chile cupcake, with more spice in it than usual. I refrained myself from screaming, "THAT CUPCAKE'S ON FIRE!!!!!", and spitting it out in Diamond Tiara's face. That disgusting filly! She's being mean all because I stood up to her bullying me about taking away the seat I claimed next to Strike. Like me, she was also crushing on Strike.
I couldn't believe I fell for the popular girl's fake-friend act.
Every filly started laughing. "I KNEW she would fall for it!" Noi sneered. "She can't resist a fatty thing."
Diamond Tiara smirked and rolled her eyes. "Let's just face it, Silver Spoon." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Or should I call you Silver Shovel? 'Cuz every food you get your hooves on, you always SHOVEL it into your mouth. You burp more burps in a day than fat ol' Pony Joe does in a month!"
The fillies laughed so hard, they started rolling on the ground with their eyes watering.
"Some fillies are just meant to have a little more baby foal fat," Diamond Tiara teased. "Like YOU!"
"That is IT, Diamond Tiara!!" I slammed my fat, jiggly hoof on the picnic table. "I have had ENOUGH of this nonsense!!!! I am SICK and TIRED of your little mind games!!!!!!! What is all this really about? Are you all frazzled and worried that I would steal your boo, Strike, all because I sit diagonal from him?! Are you REALLY THAT insecure?!!"
"Look at her belly and hooves!" Noi giggled to her companion.
"Shut up, Noi." Diamond Tiara kept her icy blue gaze on me.
Noi gasped.
Diamond Tiara stood up out of her seat and pointed her hoof in my face. "Oh, Silver Shovel. Typical. Is that the best you've got?" Diamond Tiara walked over to my side of the picnic table and whispered in my ear. "You are SO gonna pay for that, Silver Spoon. That was only the beginning. I know that you've moved from Canterlot and all, which is the only GOOD thing about you, but when I'm done with you, you are going to wish that you NEVER had moved to Ponyville."
I gulped. "Whatever, Diamond Tiara." I had to make it seem like her threats weren't getting to me. "You're nothing."
"That's what all the losers say before they're crushed by the wrath of Diamond Tiara." She flipped her long, highlighted mane in my fat face and sashayed back to her seat on the other side of the picnic table.
We all sat in silence for the rest of the lunch period and we had to all go back inside.
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What Time Is It? Six O' Clock? Nope, It's PARTY Time!!!"
Thursday and Friday were just the same as the rest of the week. Fleeting glares from Diamond Tiara and her bossy posse. Miss Cheerilee's forever rambling lessons. Strike was so HAWT, he was on fire.
When the school bell rung on Friday, I was the first to wriggle my way out the door(which I can barely fit through), run as fast as my short chubby legs could carry me, and shout, "FRIDAY!!! WEEKEND!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ponies were starting to file out, and they could see me running like a hippo, but I didn't care. It took me about two minutes to get all the way down the lane. I was breathing hard, sweating like crazy, and the lane was only a few yards long. Oh Celestia, I was out of shape.
I ran home, and it took me half an hour. When I finally reached home, I grabbed an apple and rushed upstairs to my room.
I was reading the fashion mag I pitched away the day I fired the cook, and eating my apple when my pager rung.
It was Goody Gumdrops.
"Hello?" I said, biting the peach I got after I finished the apple. I burped.
"SILVY!!!!" Gummy squealed from the other end. "Every pony would recognize a burp like THAT!" I felt my fat face go red again. I burped again, softer this time.
"I was thinking we could have a-" Gummy started to say, but my answering machine rung.
"Hold on a bit." I told Gummy. I gobbled the rest of the peach in a large, swift bite. Then I finished the small bit of chips in the King-sized bag of Diet maize tortilla chips I started yesterday. I picked up the machine and held it to my ear with my shoulder. "Hello?"
"Hi there!" I recognized the voice. That little BRAT!!!! She looked in the phone book and got my number!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Diamond Tiara!!!" I burped really loud. Probably because of the soda I was sipping(slurping).
"That was really loud, Silver Shovel. Can you PLEASE stop that burping?!?!"
"I can't *BUUURRP* help it."
"I can see that. Just lose some weight already."
"I lost TWO pounds!!!"
"Whatever. You're probably lying, anyway. When foals get obese like you, it's kinda hard for them to lose weight."
"Shut up."
"Ooh, remember yesterday when you went on the rubber tire swing hanging from the big oak in the park, and it got stuck around your extra-wide hips? How much do you weigh, Silver Shovel?? And how did you get like this? You are THE fattest, chubbiest, big-boned, bulky, skinny impaired, horizontally challenged, chunky, curvy, plump, portly, heavy, tubby, flabby, pudgy, blubbery, hefty, OVER sizable, obese, most OVER weight filly I have ever seen in my entire LIFE!! And you're only ten years old!!!"
"Seriously, Diamond Tiara?! You're going a little too far with this stuff. If you honestly just called me just to rub in how fat and out of shape I am, that I already know, this conversation is so OVER." I hung up and went back to Gummy. "You still on?" I asked my best friend.
"Yes, I am. What was all that about?" Gummy asked.
"Nothing." I lied.
"Well, me and the girls are inviting you back to Canterlot this weekend for a slumber party at my place. We've been planning it since Wednesday, but my pager broke, so I couldn't call you. We have so many chips, sodas, candies, chocolates, cupcakes, and pizzas that we won't even be able to do the SLEEPING part of our SLUMBER party! It's going to be AWESOME!!!!! We're gonna stay up ALL night and watch shows like Fash Bash, My Little Human, and Dragon City. And then play video games like Kite Flyer, Rainbownator, Chickens Can't Fly, Rat on a Snowboard, and MORE!!!! Woo-hoo!!! You comin'?"
"Um...WOW!!! Sounds like a lot of junk-eating, laziness, fattening up, and no exercising! Just like we all used to do when I lived in Canterlot..."
"Yeah! But Hula was on the Swim Team, Bella did track with me, Soft Steps did ballet and Filly Scouts, and you did ballet, but that's not really exercising, so that's kinda why you got so-"
"Chubby? Obese? Overweight? Horizontally challenged? Plump? Porky? Tubby? Chunky? Heavy? FAT?!?!"
"Yeah, kinda. No offense. But we like a fat pony in our posse. It's what makes you you. You've been gone almost a month! I miss your fat face already. When you first came to school with us two years ago, you were very skinny, and not plump at all, but when you started hanging out with us, you gained a LOT of weight."
"THANK YOU for summing that up. Over one hundred pounds I gained, to be exact. Look I gotta go."
"OK, I understand. H-O-M-E-W-O-R-K! The dreaded eight-letter word. But you are coming to the party, correct?"
"Of course! I wouldn't miss hanging out with you gals for the whole of Equestria. " Homework was not why I had to leave. I saw a pack of chocolate chip cookies and dived towards them. I snatched up the pack and looked at the cookies with hungry lavender eyes. Then I ate those cookies like I hadn't eaten in months. I heaved my bulky, heavy self up, and drank the rest of my soda. I picked the pager back up to talk to Gummy, but something REALLY bad came out of my mouth instead of words. "*BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPP*!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ooh, wasn't that the famous number one Silver Spoon belch? It usually happens after you eat sweet stuff and wash it down with soda. I really missed that one, but we'll be hearing a LOT of it tonight!"
I blushed and giggled. That was kinda funny, because it was true.
"You know who you remind me of in My Little Human?"
"Who?"
"Mia. The slightly overweight one. She's super nice to all of her friends, shy about her fat sometimes, but in the Season One finale, she discovered it made a really good pillow!"
"LOL!!!"
"See you at six tonight."
"Yep. See ya, Gummy." We both hung up at the same time.
I looked up at the clock. It was 3:36 pm. I still had some time, but I was going to start packing.
I tried to sit in my fancy wicker chair, but I was so fat, I couldn't fit it at all, and the chair halfway burst and broke down.
"Hmm, I could sit in that LAST year without my hips, and especially my belly getting in the way." I said to myself.
I got my best suitcases and packed a nightgown(that fit), some jewelry, a sleeping bag, and other nighttime necessities.
I ran down the stairs shouting,"Fern!!! I'm leaving for Canterlot!" I tried to get through the door, but my belly refused to go through! "Fernardo!!!! HELP!!!!!!!!!"
Fern was nice and pushed me through the door. It took a while though, since he's half my weight and couldn't push me through on his own, he got a small chair and shoved me through. My belly and hooves jiggled again.
"Bye!! And, thanks!" I left our property. Since I'm a slow runner for now, I was super lucky the train station was close, because it took me fifteen minutes to run a quarter mile.
I arrived at the train station huffing and puffing. Then I tried to get on the train, but what do you know? Stuck again!
"Help!! Some pony! ANY pony!!! I'm too big to fit through!!" I screamed.
Some ponies watched in amazement, while others laughed.
"Isn't that the Spoons's girl?"
"She is so fat and overweight!"
"HOW MUCH do they FEED that filly?! This fattie may be a new record for Equestria's fattest foals!"
"Ugh!!" I grunted, upset about what those ponies said. I tried to wiggle my way through.
"Some one help us!!!" The conductor called. "We need to get this gal on the train, and she's a BIG one! Does any one have any experience with pushing fat ponies onto a train?" He asked sarcastically.
A stallion pushed my bottom, and the conductor pulled my fat legs. With some push and pull, some team effort, and A LOT of time and sweating, they finally got me onto that train.
I accidentally slid onto the wall when the conductor let me go. "OUCH!" I yelped like a wounded dog.
"Now, get a seat, you fat, pudgy, filly!! You've caused me and this poor stallion a lot of trouble!" The conductor scolded me.
I weaved my way through the aisles, barely fitting through, and thinking, WHY are train doors so puny?! I looked around. As far as I was concerned, every seat was taken.
I saw a yellow mare with a gorgeous orange up-do and plumping red lip gloss. There was some room next to her. "May I sit there next to you?" I asked her politely.
The mare smiled and chuckled. "Sorry, dearie, I'm afraid that if YOU sit next to ME, I'll get squashed to death. However, there is actually a seat next to me with enough room for two ponies, if you could even fit THAT."
I sat in the seat(the pony was right, I could barely sit in that, I took up three-fourths of the chair). When the train started, I sat in silence and looked out the window for the whole of the ride.
We arrived at the Canterlot Train station at five. I knew the way to Gummy's house by heart, so I got there at five thirty.
I tapped the door. It flung open.
"SILVY!!!!!!" Gummy tried to hug me, but she couldn't get her hooves halfway around me. "Wowie, wow-wow, you've gained some weight after I last saw ya!" I rolled my eyes.
"Come on in, girl, all the rest of the fillies are here!" She said, and she tried to drag me inside. So I wouldn't make her use all the strength she could muster, I followed her to her bed room.
Soft Steps was on the bed. Bella sat next to a bean bag, and Hula was sitting with her back against Gummy's bed, with her hind legs crossed. "HEY, SILVER!!!!" They all smiled.
Gummy sat next to Soft steps on the bed, and I sat on the bean bag. I had to admit, I looked like I WAS the bean bag. Only wider.
Soft Steps picked up a remote control and a MLH DVD case from behind her. "My Little Human first, then video games?"
"Definitely!!!!" We all chorused.
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Two hours and four episodes later, I sighed.
"Silver Spoon, that's the eighth time you've sighed at this party. is everything OK?" Hula Lula asked.
Bella hiccuped after her fifth slice of cheese pizza.
I didn't answer Hula.
"It's OK, Silvy, we're your BFFLs!" Soft Steps said. "Best Friends For Life! You could tell us ANYTHING."
I spilled everything that was on my mind. About how worried I was about my obesity, Diamond Tiara's teasing, and even Strike.
"You don't have to worry about your weight, Silvy." Bella squeezed my hoof. "DT's just peanut butter and jealous of you. Because even though your doctor says you're morbidly obese, you're still pretty. The Canterlot Silver Spoon I knew ruled the school and never let other ponies's words bring her down. Ponyville Silver Spoon should handle things just the same."
OMC(Oh My Celestia)!! I was so flattered by my BFF's comments. And Soft Steps, Gummy, and Hula all agreed.
"As a matter of fact, Silvy," Gummy said. "We all could help you lose weight. My mom Ms.S'mores is the founder of the Canterlot Weight-Loss camp. We could send you weight loss bars in the mail every week and e-mail you tips, challenges, exercises, and lessons about my mom's way to lose weight. How do you think she's half your weight? She does the things you don't, Silver Spoon, and she would be an excellent mentor for you."
"Thanks Gummy, but I might be a bad apprentice." I said. "Look at me, guys. I'm 208 pounds! And Diamond Tiara called and said that when ponies are fat like me, they can't lose the weight quickly."
"So THAT'S what interrupted my call to you." Gummy growled. "That Diamond Tiara character is bad news."
"What do you think? She's a killer shark in lipstick and designer jewelry. She could afford all that stuff, just like me." I was almost in tears. "She called me ALL the words for 'fat' in the dictionary!!!"
"Oh no. I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Silvy." Hula tried to give me an awkward one-hoofed hug, but ended up not getting her magenta hoof halfway around me either. Then she whisper/squealed, "And it's SUPER exciting that you have your first crush!"
"Sorry, Gummy. I'll do the weight loss stuff you named." I sniffed.
"It's OK, Silvy." Gummy said. "Ignore Diamond Tiara. She's not worth your time. And besides, you have us good friends!"
"And good friends trump bratty mean girls." Bella commented.
"GROUP HUG!" Soft Steps squealed.
"Silvy, we'll do a group hug around you, since you're the most enormous." Hula joked, and I smiled and rolled my eyes.
I was disgustingly obese. All the fillies had to put their hooves around me for me to fit.
We turned back on MLH, and I was happy. We all(especially me)pigged out on pizza, candy, cupcakes, and chips. We also painted our hooves, tried on each others's lip gloss, and did cool stuff that girls our age normally did. You know?
We finished the first season at nine. Then we watched an anime movie and pigged out some more. Gummy got a bowl of cheesy, buttery popcorn and said it was entirely for me. "Don't worry, Silvy." She said. "You could eat your weight in food if you want for the entire time you're in Canterlot until we start your weight loss program. Plus, about the program, anorexia doesn't work. It makes you starve yourself at first then makes you uncontrollably ravenous later."
"Um, Gummy? How long AM I gonna be in Canterlot, exactly?" I shoveled a hoof full of popcorn.
"Today, Saturday, and Sunday morning, of course!" Gummy smiled. "The whole weekend!"
I burped so loud, my lips quivered. It was the sixth time today.
"Told you guys we were going to be hearing a lot of burping from Silver Spoon tonight!" Gummy laughed.
"How come you could burp and I can't?" Bella asked me.
"Oh, you need to have a big gut to burp." I answered. "I have an obese gut, and you have a gut full of pizza, chocolate cupcakes, and other varieties of junk. Just let bubbles come up you throat, like this." I showed her. "And burp! *BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPP!!!!!"
Bella did what I showed her, and let out a small belch.
"Good!" I clapped my fat hooves together. The fatty tissue waved around.
"Why do you want to burp, anyway?" Hula asked Bella. She was combing her multi-colored bob.
"Dunno." Bella giggled, and burped again on accident this time.
I peeled the wrapper off a chocolate cupcake and swallowed it whole.
Hula, Gummy, Bella, and Soft Steps played video games. I couldn't, since my hooves were too fat for the buttons. So I sat down and ate and ate and ate.
"Aww, Silver Spoon! You ate up all the rest of the pizza!!" Soft Steps said angrily an hour later. I hiccuped.
"And the cupcakes!" Bella said.
"Yeah, I did-" I interrupted myself by burping loudly. "But don't be mad. Gummy DID say I could eat my weight in food."
"I wish DT's house was made out of food." Gummy said.
"Gummy, that was, like, SO random." Soft Steps said. "Why?"
"Because... Silvy would give her what she deserves! She'll eat her out of house and home!!" Gummy laughed.
"Let's not wish for that, now. I know Silvy could eat that much, but she'll weigh as much as that house!" Hula said. "I could imagine Silver Spoon as wide as TWO houses!"
We all laughed at that joke. I deserved this fun with my BFFs. This night was the time of my life.
Shop 'Till We All Drop Like Flies
I woke up in my purple sleeping bag.
" 'Morning, Silvy!" Gummy said.
"You fell asleep. You weren't supposed to! The rest of us were up ALL NIGHT!!" Soft Steps had two bags under her eyes. She'll probably cover them up with makeup later.
"Sorry." I crawled out of my sleeping bag, my belly literally dragging across the floor.
"EEK! I'm so excited!" Bella jumped up and down squealing like a baby pig. "Gummy got permission from her parents to take us all to the mall today!!!!!"
"But we have to stay together, though." Gummy added.
I stood up. "What's for breakfast?"
"Pancakes." Hula mused. "But you have to go last since you eat the most."
"Race you gals down the stairs to the kitchen!!" Gummy yelled. Of course, I was dead last.
"Hi, girls!" Gummy's grandma Sprinkles was making pancakes like she said. She looked at me with wide eyes. "My word, Silver Spoon, you've GROWN!!!"
"Horizontally, yes." I said.
"I'm gonna have to make extra pancakes for you just to feed your face!!"
I let Mrs. Sprinkles go at it. Because of Gummy's permission, who knows, I'll probably weigh 230 pounds by Monday!
When the fifteen pancakes were done, we all lined up to eat them. I was last, obviously. The girls took two, and I got seven topped with syrup, Oreos, marshmallows, powdered sugar, and the juice of a squeezed lemon. I ate it all.
Fifteen minutes later, after breakfast, we thanked Mrs. Sprinkles, grabbed our purses and headed outside.
We stopped on the porch."Where were you planning on going, Gummy?" I asked.
Gummy tapped her chin thoughtfully."Well, I was thinking we could shop for saddles at the mall, scan the food court for yummy samples, and then we could get candy at Sunset Gourmet Candy Shop. It doesn't have to be in order."
"But it could!" Hula smiled. "Let's head to the mall, girls!"
And with that, we walked off the porch and to the mall.
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"The Canterlot Mall!!!!" I gushed when we got there. "Just like I remembered it."
"Of course." Soft Steps muttered.
I sighed when I saw the saddle shop.
"Silver, we don't have to shop for saddles if it reminds you of the fashion incident on the first day of school." Gummy said. "We could get our manes done at the Manes 'N Tails Salon!! That OK with you girls?"
Hula, Bella, and Soft Steps nodded.
"Thanks for your concern, girls. Let's go in." The salon was next to the saddle shop.
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We came out two hours later at twelve o' clock. My hair was relaxed, washed, and expertly braided into two waist length french braids. Bella's long pink hair was up in a very high ponytail. Soft Steps's teal mane was washed and combed through, then straightened. Gummy's lavender mane was fish-braided. And lastly, Hula's bob was washed, sprayed, and combed.
"Don't I look beautiful, darling?" Soft Steps teased me as she twirled her hair around and around her hoof.
"We sure do!" I laughed. my stomach growled. "I'm hungry." I told the girls.
"Silvy, you're always hungry." Soft Steps said.
"But we were heading to the food court next." Gummy said. "I'm hungry, too."
"Me too." Bella said. "It's been a while since breakfast, hasn't it?"
All the while we were talking, we were heading to the food court without knowing it. We were soon standing right in front of it.
We stepped in line and grabbed our trays. I got a diet daffodil-and-daisy sandwich, Hula got corn soup, Bella and Gummy grabbed mashed potatoes, and Soft Steps got cornbread. Gummy said we couldn't get dessert here because we were going to Sunset after the mall.
Soft Steps found a table for five and we all sat down to eat.
I ate my daffodil-and-daisy sandwich in two or three gulps and started to head to the line for seconds, plus more. But a cerise-colored hoof grabbed hold of my stomach!
"SOFT STEPS!!" I growled. "What's the problem??"
"I can't let you go over there for seconds, Silver Spoon. I know Gummy said you could gain as much weight as you can until the program, but you're kinda overdoing it!" Soft Steps said.
I sighed. "Just this once? Please??"
Soft Steps let go of my belly. "Fine. Your obesity prob."
I went into the line and got two more sandwiches. By the time I was done with them, it was time to leave the food court.
We looked inside a store that sold pagers(not that we needed new ones), a jewelry store(I bought a pair of diamond studs, Gummy got pastel pink faux pearls, Soft Steps got a tie-dye peace sign necklace, Hula nabbed some pink diamond castle drops and some perfume that smelled like jasmine and lilac,and Bella got a pair of skinny silver hoops), drooled over cookies at Mrs. Cornfields's cookie shop, and exited the mall for Sunset.
I checked my watch. One forty-five pm.
"Sunset's a little far away; may we get a taxi?" Bella asked Gummy.
"No!" Gummy frowned. "Silver Spoon has to walk the two miles."
"Sorry, but I think Bella's right." I said. "It'll take me two hours to RUN two miles."
"Whoa, seriously?" Hula said.
Gummy called a taxi and he came to drive us soon after. When we got to Sunset, Gummy paid the driver and we went inside.
When we saw the candy inside that store, I swear, we all drooled to the floor.
"'Kay, we'll all get our candy, and I'll meet all you guys by the giant chocolate bunny in twenty minutes." Gummy said.
We all took off in five directions.
I went for the chocolate first. I filled my bag with five King candy bars, and had to get another to fill the rest of my stuff. I got another bag and filled it with three and a half scoops of peanut butter M&M's.
I grabbed a couple of Snickers bars, a giant rainbow lollipop the size of my face(wow, HUMONGOUS!!!!), and a bag of Gummy Worms. I checked the clock. Time to meet the girls.
We all met up by the bunny and compared bags.
"We should probably eat all this stuff at the movie we're watching tonight in my room." Gummy said.
I saw a bubblegum pink tee that said:I Heart Candy. I picked it up from its hanger and took my stuff in to the checkout line.
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We were back in Gummy's room by two forty five pm.
"Woo-hoo!! We had a TON of fun!!!!" Bella squealed and flopped herself on Gummy's bed.
"And we have enough candy EACH to keep us on sugar-high for weeks!!!!!!!!" Hula whooped. My BFFs were acting like they had already eaten the candy.
"Indeed, Bella and Hula." I sat in the bean bag again. "We won't be sleeping tonight, either." I giggled.
"The thing is, girls," Gummy said. "I haven't decided on a movie for tonight yet."
"Ooh! Have you seen The Ghazt?" Bella said.
"Eek! Not every pony likes monster movies like you do, Bellaluna." Hula said.
Everyone(including me, but not Gummy) started calling out movie titles at once!
"My First Cupcake!"
"City Secrets!"
"My Dog Skip!"
"My Cat Angie!"
"H2O: Just Add Water!!"
"Aquamarine: Merpony Style!"
"Alright, ALRIGHT!!!" Gummy closed her ears and growled. We shut up instantly.
"We'll go with Silvy's suggestion, Aquamarine: Merpony Style." Gummy said.
Yes!
"Aww!!!!" Soft Steps whined.
"Sorry, I don't own My First Cupcake or My Cat Angie anyway." Gummy told Soft Steps.
Two hours and fifteen minutes passed by quickly, and Gummy put in the movie at six. I loved my favorite part where the two girls and Aquamarine go on a shopping spree at the mall. 'One Original Thang' is one of my favorite songs.
The credits started to roll at 7:44 pm.
"That was great! Can we watch H2O now?" I asked.
We watched that, plus My Dog Skip and City Secrets, then we played video games, and all he while we ate and ate our candy. The girls even got to hear my super famous burp again!
This pure awesomeness went on and on and on the entire night. And this time, I did NOT fall asleep.
I rubbed my spoon cutie mark for good luck. Not that I needed it, anyway.
Yesterday was the end of my sleepover party bash in Gummy's Canterlot house with my three other BFFs. Sunday morning was about the same as Saturday. We went to the mall, and I got a bunch of cool accessories I was going to wear to school today. I had to leave Canterlot that afternoon. I scrutinized myself in the mirror.
Frilly lavender shoulder purse? Check.
Manestyle in place from Saturday? Check.
Appropriate makeup? Check.
Earrings? Check.
Necklace to match the earrings? Check.
I ran out of the bathroom and all the way to school. Gummy had given me a track running lesson yesterday, and even though I was a slow, overweight runner, I'd gotten faster.
I had eaten tons of candy and did ZERO exercises over the weekend and I had lost weight, but gained it back, plus more. More as in fifteen pounds more. Like I had predicted, I weighed 225 pounds.
I squeezed through the door and sat down in my chair. Diamond Tiara smirked and said, "Whoa, Silver Shovel, it looks as if you gained weight over the weekend! And I know you're trying to look fashionable, but your new outfit makes you look uglier and fatter than you know you already are. What's your style, you obese pig? The Fat, The Bad Looking, And The Unfashionable?"
Noi laughed so hard, she fell out of her seat and started rolling on the ground.
I ignored them both. They weren't worth it, plus class was soon starting.
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I was home in my room eating a super healthy weight loss bar. Gummy had sent a pack of them to me in the mail. I was about to check my email.
Gummy had sent me three exercise tips. I used them.
Two weeks later, I weighed 197 pounds. Twenty-eight pounds were lost! I mean, I still had an enormous potbelly and wide, fat hips, but the jiggly, visible fat rolls on my hooves were nearly gone. And I was getting slimmer, plus my belly was getting less noticeable by the week. I still got stuck in doorways sometimes, but very less often.
I was so happy. All I ever wanted was to be slim! And I almost had it!!
I even found a saddle that could fit my waist at a fashion store and I wore it to school today. Diamond Tiara looked envious. She still continued her "Porky Pig" and "Fashionable Fattie" comments but it eventually got to the point where Miss Cheerilee heard her and she got into detention every day after school for a week last week. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, DIAMOND TIARA!!!!!!!!!!!
I felt like a beauty queen every day. A skinny, fashionable beauty queen that never had trouble getting what she wanted. Ms. S'mores's weight-loss email tips and her awesome weight loss bars sent to me in the mail were working like a charm. I was soon going to be 150 pounds, then 120, then my goal: 90. I'll still weigh a little more than most of the girls in my class, but, whatever. Better than 225 pounds.
Most ponies would think that losing twenty-eight pounds in two weeks was impossible. But the bars and emails worked their magic on me, along with the THREE square meals I started to eat per day, plus the daily jog around Ponyville. I'm getting less fat quickly, and not even Diamond Tiara and her stupid, immature, lame fatty chocolate cupcake tricks could stop me.
After school, I went out the door without getting stuck, but DT held her head high and sniffed in my direction. I completely ignored her, secretly wishing she couldn't see where she was going so she could ram into the gate and land flat on her face.
Because, unlike Diamond Tiara, Ponyville Silver Spoon was all thought, and no action.
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"Silver Spoon, can you please hand me that stick of butter on the counter top?" I had hired a new cook, Blossomforth. She was much prettier and younger than the hag I used to have and cooked much better meals. Right now, I was helping her cook one of her fave desserts-mint chocolate cake.
I gave her the room-temperature stick of butter and she stirred it with the rest of the ingredients. She mixed them with a mechanical hoof-mixer, poured it in a pan, and popped it into the oven.
After dinner, me, Fern, and Blossom each got a piece of cake.
"This cake has 38 percent less calories, and it has the most healthy chocolate in it, dark chocolate!" Blossom told us as she took a dainty bite.
We finished our slices, and I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
And I dreamed about being the skinniest, most popular filly at school.
I walked out of school on Friday that week, grinning like a one hundred ninety-three pound idiot.
"I'm as fit as a fiddle and I'm feeling fine!" I chanted.
"Silver Spoon, can we talk for a sec?" A voice asked.
I looked to my right to see no other than Diamond Tiara.
I stamped my hoof. "What do you want, Diamond Tiara?!" I snapped.
DT cringed. Even after all she'd done to me, I felt for her. My words were a little harsh. That's when I had realized that Diamond Tiara hadn't come up to me to be mean, sarcastic, or downright evil.
"Silver Spoon," Diamond Tiara started. "I just wanted to apologize for how rude I've been to you these past couple of weeks. I was furious that you hadn't given me the chair on the first day of school, and stuff. I was also jealous of your good grades, and how pretty you were. I'm so, so sorry I made fun of your being chubby, it was such a terrible thing to do. I want to be friends, Silver Spoon. I would understand if you don't accept after how mean I've been to you, but I at least want you to have this."
Diamond Tiara reached into her open designer satchel and pulled out the most beautiful pearl necklace I had ever seen in my entire life. The pearls were a rare teal, gleaming rainbow light from every possible angle. She put the necklace around me and smiled. And it wasn't her usual sarcasm-heavy smirk. It was a real, genuine, smile that Diamond Tiara was giving ME. It looked nice on her.
I knew what was the right thing to do.
"I accept your apology." I sighed. "That was nice of you, Diamond Tiara. And I'm sure we'll be great friends." I smiled at her. "And how did you know I love blue?"
Diamond Tiara's icy blue eyes melted. She hugged me tight. I hugged her back.
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"So let me get this straight," Gummy said to me through the pager. "She apologized and extended the hoof of friendship?"
I laughed. "Gummy, this is the twentieth time going over this subject. There isn't really much left to tell."
"Silvy, this is BIG. You just accepted an apology from the same girl that called you fat and ugly. You continue to impress me. You used to not be able to stand being in the same room as this girl, and you now accepted her offer to be friends with her."
"That means a lot. You're right, we used to hate each other, but it wasn't worth it after a while. It took up too much energy to keep attacking each other."
"That's why you're my BFF."
" I hope that me and Diamond Tiara could keep our relationship civil like it's been. Things are crazy enough at school with all the extra drama."
"How's the weight loss thingy been goin'?"
"Awesome. Your bars are good tasting and great for my body, and the workouts are a lot of fun."
"I'm glad things have been working out for you, Silvy. Look, I gotta run, because it's six o' clock dinnertime, but I'll call you tomorrow, 'kay?"
"Bye." I hung up and sat on my bed. I looked at my new pearl necklace. That necklace was only the start of what would turn out to be a very beautiful friendship.
The End. For now, anyway. Sequel coming soon. OOPS! I almost forgot.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My Fantastic Entrance. Not Really.
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!!!"