The Legend of Derpy Hooves

Derpy Hooves woke up warm in her bed, Miss Sweetie, her doll, clutched closely to her chest. Snow was falling gently to the ground. Derpy smiled a little. She loved snow. She got up and with Miss Sweetie sitting on her lap, Derpy pressed her hooves to the window, and put her face up close to it, her breath making steamy mist on her window. Other fillies and colts were already galloping outside, and making snowponies and tossing snowballs at each other. Suddenly, a snowball slapped into Derpy’s window, and Derpy leapt back in terror, Miss Sweetie falling from her lap onto the floor. She opened her window.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” She bellowed.

“Want another one freak? Straight to the face?” Called a pony named Kettle Drum. His horn was alight with green magic and another snowball levitated next to him. Derpy shrank back a little.

“Why are you so mean to me?” Derpy asked, “What have I ever done to you?” Kettle Drum snarled and his snowball whipped through the air and hit Derpy in the face.

“‘Cause freak,” He called, “you’re different! Besides, we’d rather hang with Dash now then with you.” Derpy wiped the snow from her face, tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong with being different?” She asked as she slid her window shut again. Derpy jumped from her bed, Miss Sweetie held tightly in her jaws.

“Hey kid, what’s wrong?” Mom asked when Derpy sat down.

“Nothing,” Mumbled Derpy. Mom smiled and put a muffin on a plate.

“Eat it, kid,” Mom said, “Your gonna need it.” Derpy ate her muffin and took her sack lunch and hid Miss Sweetie inside her saddlebag. She opened the door of her house, and got a faceful of snow. Derpy wiped her face again.

“Better go inside again, freak!” Kettle Drum shouted, another snowball levitating beside him. Derpy took a deep breath , and walked outside into the snow. Kettle Drum’s snowball whipped through the air, and without any conscious thought, Derpy smacked the snowball with her hind legs, sending it whizzing through the air, and straight at Kettle Drum. It smacked him, and Derpy gasped.

“I’m sorry Kettle Drum! I didn’t mean to!” She said.

“Yeah right you weirdo!” Kettle Drum spat and ran off after his friends. Derpy bit back tears. She struggled to school where Mrs. Blossomforth was taking roll call.

“Derpy Hooves?” She called. Derpy jumped into her seat.

“Here!” Derpy replied. Mrs. Blossomforth continued calling names and Derpy got bored. She looked at her neighbor, Cheerilee, and she just smirked and turned away.

“And, Cheerilee!” Mrs. Blossomforth finished.

“I’m he-re!” Cheerilee sang.

“Right, today everypony we will be learning about bubbles and what they can do for you. I will hand out a bubble carton to each pony, and you must each blow ONE BUBBLE ONLY. If you blow more than one bubble, then you will be failed!”

“Mrs. Blossomforth!” Called Rainbow Dash, “What do you mean ‘we will be failed?’”

“Well you will just fail the educational system,” Mrs. Blossomforth said simply, “Now....Kettle Drum? Do you mind passing the bubble cartons out to everypony?”

“No Mrs. Blossomforth!” Kettle Drum said. He got up and his horn glowed green again. The bubble cartons zoomed from Mrs. Blossomforth’s desk and each landed on everpony’s desk lightly, except for Derpy. The carton tipped over, and splashed Derpy with bubble sauce! She tumbled from her chair and lay on the floor. Then ponies began to laugh at Derpy and Derpy began to cry.

“What is going on here?” Demanded Mrs. Blossomforth.

“I just don’t know what went wrong!” Derpy sobbed.

“Kettle Drum....” Mrs. Blossomforth said, her voice dangerously calm. All of the students shrank back a little.

“Derpy knocked it over Mrs. Blossomforth!” Kettle Drum lied, “I placed it on her desk, and Derpy just knocked it all over herself!”

“That ain’t what Ah saw!” A little filly named Applejack frowned.

“Na, I saw it!” Rainbow Dash leaned back in her seat, “I saw Derpy hit the carton with her hooves.”

“See! Thank you Dash!” Kettle Drum sighed in relief.

“Ah’m tellin’ ya’ll Kettle Drum abused his magic, and tipped the bubble carton onto Derpy’s lap!” Applejack insisted.

“We do not have all day!” Mrs. Blossomforth snarled, and grabbed Derpy’s empty bubble carton and refilled it with a bit of bubble sauce from her desk. Then, Mrs. Blossomforth replaced the bubble carton on Derpy’s desk.

“Now, before I was rudely interrupted,” Mrs. Blossomforth said and Derpy got back in her seat, “Each of you must blow one bubble and see what happens. If nothing happens, we will try again and again until the bubbles are gone.” Derpy took the bubble stick and dipped it into her bubble sauce. She blew on it, and a bubble sailed out of the stick. She was the first to accomplish. Cheerilee’s sauce kept dripping off her stick, and Rainbow Dash repeatedly kept slashing her stick into her bubble sauce.

“How does this work?” Rainbow Dash moaned. At last, the room was full of bubbles (Except for Rainbow Dash, who was still slashing repeatedly. Racing was obviously her thing)

“Right, do it again!” Mrs. Blossomforth, who sounded as though she wouldn’t have expected anything less of her class. They repeated and repeated until the bubble cartons were empty. Beside Derpy, Cheerilee gasped.

“Mrs. Blossomforth! Mrs. Blossomforth! Look, Derpy...her flank.....!” Derpy looked at her, confused.

“What about it?” Derpy asked. People around Derpy began to gasp.

“Well, what do you know!” Applejack said, “Somethin’ interestin’ DID happen Mrs. Blossomforth!” Derpy looked around confused.

“What?” She asked.

“Derpy, you, you just got your, your...” Rainbow Dash stuttered.

“Wow, just wow!” Kettle Drum said. Derpy was starting to get irritated.

“WHAT IS IT?” She shouted.

“Derpy,” Cheerilee said, “You just got your cutie mark!” Derpy whipped her head around to look at her flank. Sure enough, six bubbles were on her side. Derpy gasped.