Diary Entry 1: Welcome the Week of Boredom
Dear Diary,
Daddy's gone away for the week, meaning I have to stay with Spick and Span. Why do I always have to stay with those clean freaks whenever he leaves? They never let Silver come over either, and always insist I stay inside! It isn't fair! I have to stay inside while those blank flanks get to go on adventures... They still go on them even though they got their cutiemarks years ago! You know, sometimes I wish I never got this cutiemark. Life would definately be more fun.
"Diamond! Time for breakfast!" came the voice of Diamond Tiara's cleaning mare, Spick, from the dining room.
"Make sure you wash your hooves first!" Spick's husband, Span, added, "I don't want to see anything on those hooves."
"Might as well cut them off," Diamond mumbled, "what's the point of washing them anyways? We walk on them. Kind of can't prevent that, now can we?"
Before she began the morning ritual of washing her hooves uselessly, she let her mane down. Usually she wore it up and in a tiara she got from her mother on Diamond's fifth birthday (the last birthday she would ever celebrate with her mother again). But at night, she always put it up in a bun, like her mother had. Nopony has ever seen her like this, not even her best friend, Silver Spoon. Whenever the two would sleepover at eachother's houses, Diamond would feign sleeping until she knew Silver was asleep (indicated by her loud, but somehow, soothing, snores) before putting her mane in a bun. Then, early in the morning before anypony was awake, she would let it down, and go back to sleep.
As she reached for the tiara, next to the sink, Diamond decided to keep her mane the way it was. She looked pretty good the way she was. I could go one day without the tiara, right? I mean I don't Mom would get angry... Right?
After Diamond finished washing up, she headed down the hallway, to the stairs leading to the small kitchen. On the way, a zitty colt, a few years younger than her, bumped into her. His name was Squeaky Clean, Spic and Span's son, whose voice was livig up to his name.
"G-good morning miss TiARa," the colt said, his voice cracking on her name, "I-I love what you did with your MAne."
"Good morning Squeaky," Diamond groaned, rolling her eyes, "You know, for somepony whose parents are complete clean freaks, your face is pretty dirty."
The colt blushed and covered his face with his long, shaggy mane, "I-I'm sorry miss Tiara" he stuttered, a tear falling from behind his mane, "I wont bother you with my ugly face again."
Did I make him cry? She thought to herself, I was just telling the truth.
"Diamond!" Spick gasped, "why do you have your mane in such a ghostly manner?"
Diamond cracked a smile, "Maybe I did it just to see your reaction. Now hurry up with the food so I can eat," Spick began serving her daisy on toast with butter, its bad enough I can't go with daddy, but I have to deal with these incompetant loosers.
"So, Diamond," Span began from the other side of the table, his voice tingd with annoyance, "How'd you sleep?"
"I couldn't get any thanks to the incessant snoring coming from your room," she took a bite from her breakfast, "ugh! This is pumpernickle! You know I don't like that kind," she threw it on the ground, "get me something else."
"Yes miss Tiara, I apologize," Spick said in her soft voice, and began to pick up the mess before being stopped by Span.
"Now wait, dear," He said, anger making his voice shake, "Diamond, I want you to get out of my house."
"Oh sure, now you let me leave," Diamond rolled her eyes, "I'll be back later, leave the door unlocked."
"No."
"What?" Diamond hissed.
"No," Span repeated, feircer than before.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Diamond yelled, "Daddy can make your life miserable."
"Just get out!" Span nearly yelled, "I never want to see your snobbish face around ehre ever again! All you ever do is think you're better than everypony! GET! OUT!"
Diamond, shocked by Span's anger, left the house silently. She left everything that she brought with her. Her manebrush, her makeup and her mother's tiara. It made her feel incomplete. Yes, she had a tiara on her flank, but that was just a cutie mark. Now that I think about it... Diamond thought, seeing all the other ponies with cutie marks, aren't all of these just images on our flanks? Why did I ever make such a big deal about them? Why?
Diamond found herself at the one place she wanted to go, Silver Spoon's. Her only friend. If anypony could help pick up Diamond's spirits, it was her. Something odd caught Diamond's attention, though. Guarding the gate leading to the large (but not as elegant as her own) mansion, were ten, mabye twelve Equestrian Royal Guards. I know the princess' are large buyers of Mr. Spoon's perfume, but I never heard of them ccoming here.
"Halt," a deep voiced stallion said, "who goes there?"
"Shut up you idiot," a female one said, smacking him upside the head, "we don't say that anymore."
The female guard approached Diamond.
"May I help you?" Diamond asked, impatiently, wanting to get to her friend's house before noon.
"You'd think you would be a little nicer to someone with a sword," the female guard said, "you're brave kid. What do you need with the Spoon's?"
"Silver Spoon is my friend. I need to talk to her, so if you don't mind," Diamond tried to go around the guard, who stopped her.
"You're Silver Spoon's friend?" she turned to the other guards, "let her in."
The gate slowly opened and Diamond was allowed passage. She thanked the mare and trotted in. What's with all this security?
As soon as she entered the fairly large, and elegant mansion, she was greeted by maids. They cleaned her hooves for her and such and went on their way. Diamond went on towards the stairs to Silver's room. Atop the highest stair, in deep though was her father. Diamond actually never learned his name, and has always known him as "Mr. Spoon" and always addressed him as such.
"Good morning Diamond," he said, momentarily snapping out of his deep thought, "I'm surprised to see you here this early!"
"Good morning Mr. Spoon," Diamond returned with a little curtsey, "I'm wondering if Silver is awake yet."
"Well she better be," he chuckled at a small thought, "she's been working away on a piece of marble like her life depended on it all night!"
Although puzzled, she didn't question. Mr. Spoon has always been a bit weird. One of the maids had told her that his business was driving him mad, now Diamond was beginning to believe that. Diamond went up the rest of the stair, not even looking back and continued to Silver's room.
As Diamond approached Silver's elegant door, endorsed with multiple diamond encrusted spoons around the edge, she heard a faint sound. As she got closer, the prominent sound of ting, ting, ting... ti-ting. Diamond knocked, and the ting-ing stopped.
"I'm busy!" Silver's voice came from the room, "go away!"
"Silver, it's me!" Diamond replied, waiting for her friend to open the door, "let me in!"
The door opened, and Diamond was greeted by the smiling face of her best friend. The two had been friends since they met at a camp when they were five. The two were bullied and they decided to band together and become friends. Ever since, they've been best friends.
"Hi Diamond!" the grey earth pony exclaimed in surprise, "I'm surprised Spick and Span let you come out!"
"Funny thing, that's why I'm here," Diamond explained, "they kicked me out."
Silver chuckled, "come in."
Diamond stepped in and was greeted by something that looked like a pitiful excuse for a statue.
"Who made that?"
"I did!" Silver said cheerfully, "guess who it is!"
"Umm," Diamond struggled to find distinguishing features, but the whole thing was so sloppily made, there was almost nothing to distinguish about it, "Granny Smith?"
"Ugh," Silver snorted, as if it was obvious, "of course it's not her. She's old, why would I make her?"
"I don't know who it Silver, I can't tell."
"Duh! It's Sweetie Belle!" she replied, pointing to a slight bump on the statue's "forhead."
"Why would you even honor her?" Diamond asked in a snotty tone, "she and her friends hate us. Even when we try to hang out."
Silver blushed, "It's kinda a long story."
"Just tell me."
"Fine," Silver looked up, as if a thought bubble would appear out of nowhere, "Well, Sweetie and I are in Choir together, and Miss Chorus assighned each of us a partner. We had to write a complete duette and perform infront of the class. Sweetie and I got partnered up together. One day, while working on the song, she and I... we uh, kinda made out."
"What?" Diamond asked, cleaning her ear with her hoof.
"We," Silver was blushing profusely, "made out."
"Just tell me, Silver" she complained, now getting impatient.
"We made out!" Silver shouted.
Diamond couldn't believe it! Silver and Sweetie Belle?! How? I thought they hated eachother! "How could you do that?! That's disgusting!"
"I did that because I can, Diamond," Silver shot back, "I like her. Like, like-like her," a tear formed in her eye, slowly sliding down her face, "I thought you would be happy for me. Because you're my friend, and that's what friends do."
"I can't believe you," Diamond snorted in disgust, "My only friend, a filly fooler? Is there anything else you haven't told me? Have you played with me in my sleep?"
Silver blushed a deep crimson red.
"YOU LITTLE WHORSE!," Diamond screamed and slapped her best, and only friend, "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!" Diamond stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, and left the mansion.
A maid stepped into the room a few seconds later, seeing Silver crying on the floor with a hoofmark on her face. The mare didn't need to be told twice, and got right to trying to cheer her up, when she saw the statue.
"Is that Sweetie Belle?"
