Spoons
By PegasusWing
"Never break a promise, cause it can cause the worst disasters in life . . ."
My eyes slowly opened roughly, leaving them crusty, and pink. I yawned, got out of my silver and blue bed, painted by Filthy Rich's servants, and grabbed an ice cup of water off of Diamond Tiara's night stand. Her pink and white room with little violet hearts disgusted me, but I had to deal with it. I galloped over to a long mirror, and shook my hips. My cutie mark, as usual, was still absolutely perfect. I
"I am so glad I'm not a blank blank like Apple gloom and her disgraceful maids."
I chuckled, grabbed my blue glassed with 2 little silver diamonds on the tip of each end, then quickly put them on.
They complimented my cutie mark, and the last thing I needed was to wash my gorgeous silver hair. I fixed my glasses quickly, then kissed my reflection in the mirror.
I galloped out of the room, preparing to wash my hair, and make it to school. The bathroom had just been cleaned by the maid. Us fillies in the Rich household are always clean and neat, but just for kicks, we always destroy the wonderful decor, and Diamond Tiara's filthy brother Max Bling always decides to throw little pieces of toilet paper on the perfectly white floor.
Me and Diamond always mess up the carpet and dreadful paintings with silly toothpaste.
The shame is that we have copies . . . .
I turned on the warm water, grabbed a cub from the counter, filled it up with water, then poured the warm water on my hair. Diamond Tiara came strutting in. She grabbed a brush on the floor, and quickly brushed my hair in position.
"Great. Now that your up, we can finally go to school! Oh yea . . . father wants to see you." Diamond Tiara spoke cheaply, walking out.
I finished getting ready by putting my eye drops in my eyes, and cleaning the crust out. I check my cutie mark again, gave it an air kiss, then galloped down stairs. Diamond Tiara and Filthy Rich were sitting at the bottom of the stairs smirking nervously. They quickly got up, Diamond put her tiara on, and the butler opened the glass door for us.
I followed Diamond Tiara and her father in the black and white limo, as I fixed my glasses. Tiara laid down, got comfortable, and took a small nap on her father's lap.
"So, Silver Spoon. Hows school? Tiara hates to tell me and when I pressure her she gets emotional."
Filthy Rich pushed Tiara off his lap, and looked at me.
"You'd be happy to know your little sweet heart has been failing writing, and happened the be the thin- I mean filly behind the whole gossip incident a while back. Tiara doesn't pay attention in class, and insulted your client's son, Feather Weight. I hate to admit it all, but how could I keep a 'great' father in suspense?"
I admitted, laughing, while looking at sleeping 'beauty'.
"Insulting a client? Well that is unexceptable! I'll have a talk with her after school. Now hurry on, don't want to be late for your classes."
Filthy Rich complained, shooing me out of the car. He then woke up Tiara, and practically pushed her out viciously. Tiara gasped, and stomped into school. I laughed, then followed her.
Apple bloom was sitting were Diamond Tiara usually sat. Her hooves were planted on the desk, an a apple was carved in the corner. No tiara or diamond was carved anywhere, but on a desk in the very back of the class, placed in between Feather Weight and Snails. Tiara refused to sit anywhere near the two boys. She shook her head, causing her cheap tiara to fly off her head and land on mine.
It landed roughly, then she growled, and snatched the tiara off my head.
My eyes blinked and my hooves stomped on the wooden floor, as Cherilee picked me up, and put me in the first row of desk. I sat next to Scootalo, Sweetie Bell no were to be seen.
"Great. You gonna tease me and pluck my feathers?" Scootalo grumbled, looked away, then finished her writing assignment.
"I wouldn't dare. I would if that dog Tiara were here, but truth is, I only do what she says so her idiotic father will let me stay at her house. Staying a disgusting orphanage would be the last thing I'd ever do. Lets face it, Tiara is just a brat, but she hates to admit it. Your orange feathers and magenta main show that you truly have fashion. Shes just a bat with make-up on. Don't you agree?"
I told the pegasus, looking back at Tiara frowning next to Feather Weight and Snails.
"Your not just a fancy bow tie are you?"
Scootalo poked me in the chest with her pen. She then slid the pen to the back of her mouth, and bit on the clip with her back teeth.
"I'm not just a pritty face behind bars."
I spoke, as Cherilee dismissed us after everyone was done with they're writing.
Scootalo laughed, got up, and rolled her eyes.
"You might not be a pritty face behind bars after all. But you are a pony behind bars. I suggest getting away from Diamond Tiara, and fight your own battles. Besides, your not such a bad fillly. See ya!"
Scootalo walked outside with me.
She placed her helmet on, tightened the strap, then got on her scooter.
I waved goodbye, then walked into the limo on my right.
Tiara's arms were crossed, and she sternly looked at me. Her mane was destroyed, and her father growled at me.
The second I hid my face behind a pillow, the limo instantly started, and we headed to the mansion.
Dinner
After the ride home, the butler Clean Clear cooked us a marvelous dinner it seemed. All I could smell from my room was a pile of baked carrots, some shrimp, and a cheese cake with strawberries for dessert. I didn't haft to guess, and I didn't even get to taste the meal. Tiara trotted inside our pink and silver room.
Her hair was in a pony tail, no tiara in sight. She growled dangerously, passed me, then sat on her bed.
Agnes the maid galloped in, and immediately massaged the filly's rough hooves.
"I see you've grown an interest in Scootalose. If you want to continue staying here, and not in the basement with the maids, I suggest you do what I say? Got it?"
Diamond Tiara chuckled, as Agnes continued to massage her hooves.
"Why should I do what you say? Just so you can become the queen in the future? Because with an attitude like yours you won't go far. Besides, Who else can I talk to? You can talk to Feather Weight and Snails, but I know you'd rather not."
I argued with her, grabbing a brush from my nightstand, and brushing my mane.
She pushed Agnes out of the way as she shot up and stomped out of the room. Her hooves made a crunching noise when she hit the carpet, then I walked out after her.
The 'princess' and her father greeted eachother, and spoke to one another. They're nose's flared, they're hooves stomped, and all I could hear was them, speaking to one another as if not a single mumble should be heard.
I slowly walked down the curved steps, my best ear facing towards the conversation.
My ears stood up, my eyes began to water, and my hooves trembled.
I saw a spec of blood on Filthy Rich's wool coat. All I could heard were the words Ally, die, and killed.
That single drop of blood slid down his coat, creating two drops.
I passed the two ponies, acting as if I hadn't heard a thing, and headed towards the dinning room.
Clean Clear had created the dinner of my choice. Strawberries, baked carrots, and a cheese cake. Agnes polished a glass bottle of soda, and quickly gave it to me.
Diamond Tiara stomped into the kitchen, her father pushing her to go faster.
"Want a strawberry?" I teased the filly. The strawberries were all the way on my side of the table. She was left with nothing but some baked carrots, young Diamond Tiara's least favorite food.
"I would if I could. Oh wait, I can. Agnes, pass me the strawberries would you please?"
She ordered the maid to fetch her an item, and at once, Agnes reached for the bowl. I slapped her hove, smirked, then whispered a few words in her ear.
The maid simple stood by my side. It was about time Tiara got a taste of her own medicine. Watching the baby whine.
Tiara pounded her hooves on the table angrily, and reached as far as she could for the strawberries. Her father just sat, eating his precious cheese cake before his fruit and veggies were done.
"FATHER!" She screamed, staring at him, and looking back at me eating the strawberries.
"A young lady in need for something she really doesn't need doesn't need to scream at her father. Now please, ask your question." Filthy Rich ate a bite of cheese cake.
"Silver Spoon wont pass the strawberries, neither will Agnes. It appears she has caught the filly's horrible manners. Now will you please tell that devilish dog to pass me the strawberries!"
Diamond Tiara growled, pounding her hooves against the table once more.
"A 'young' lady doesn't scream after her father specifically tells her to stop."
I chuckled like a lady, finishing the last of the strawberries, and eating my cheese cake.
"It appears moi has finished her food. I suppose I must go to bed. Have a goodnight!" I spoke softly, galloping up the spiral white stairs, Diamond Tiara grinding her plaque covered teeth together, and growling at me.
Bedtime
I slipped on my silver and blue stripped gown, and got in my bed across from Diamond Tiara's. I placed my blue glasses on the nightstand next to me, and wiped the fog off. Then I tucked my self in, laughing at Diamond Tiara's horrible manners at the dinner table. The evil queen stomped inside the room, growling at me. She then jumped on my bed, struggling to throw me off it.
"What are you doing!?" I yelled, pushing her back on the floor.
"Trying to show you to your new room in the maid section of the basement you cow!!" She growled, jumped on the bed again, and grabbed my mane. She dragged me out of the bed, and struggled once more to pull me out of the room.
I bite the filly's ear, and pushed her down.
I galloped back to my comfortable bed, and tucked myself in once more.
"Fine! Survive another night in here, but for the way you've been treating me, prepare to get kicked out of this house! Besides, I don't think your kitty will even care! Oh wait, will she? Oh wait, no, she's dead!"
She screamed at me.
I thought something suspisious was going on. But Filthy Rich and Diamond Tiara trying to cover up a dead cat? I didn't actually expect such rude manners. I gasped, frowned, then turned off the light by clapping my hooves together. I then slipped under my blanket, and fell asleep, tears rolling down my grey cheeks.
