Spoons

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.