A Tail Of Two Pretties

Diamond Tiara sat alone in the schoolyard, as usual. Her cyan blue eyes scanned the area nervously. The teacher, Mrs. Maple, trotted over and sat down next to her, adjusting her small glasses before speaking. “Diamond, are you okay?” The kind teacher asked her student. Diamond managed a fake smile and nodded. “I’m fine. Just tired.” She said, faking a yawn. Mrs. Maple nodded and stood up, obviously buying the act. “Alright, just call me if you need anything.” And with that, he trotted back into the schoolhouse.

“Are you ready to depart Mrs. Tiara?” Asked a deep voice with a thick Canterlot accent. The pink filly flicked her ear and looked up, seeing her butler, Alfred. “Yes.” She replied wearily, standing up and following her butler as the trotted to the Rich Mansion.

Filthy Rich was outside the mansion, waiting for them. He looked solemn, like always. Filthy didn’t care much of his daughter, he cared more about his money. “Diamond Tiara.” He greeted his pink daughter.

“Father.” Diamond Tiara said simply, then trotted inside, seeing her great grandfather, Stinkin’ Rich laying limp in the chair. Just like Filthy didn’t care for Diamond,  Diamond didn’t care for Stinkin. Though Stickin’s name was meant to mean that he was really rich, he sure did stink. Diamond Tiara wrinkled her nose as she trotted past the smelly old stallion and upstairs to where her mother usually made jewelry. The only pony she cared for truly was her mother, Diamond Song. She was inspiring in many ways, as well as an amazing singer and an amazing jewelry maker.

“Filthy, I told you I didn’t want to-” Diamond Song began in an irritated voice as she turned around, only to stop in mid sentence. The pony standing there wasn’t Filthy. it was Diamond Tiara. Song trotted over to her daughter and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry I thought you were Filthy..” She said, stroking Tiara’s mane. Tiara looked up at Song, slightly confused. “Don’t want to what?” She asked, letting go of her mother. Song hesitated a little before replying. “Your father and I aren’t getting along that great..” She said slowly, almost sadly. Her once glowing diamond blue coat seemed faded, and her once bright purple eyes seemed dull and lifeless. Sighing, the beautiful unicorn mare sat down on a couch in the corner and motioned for Tiara to sit with her. As the pink filly trotted over, Song untied her toothpaste like mane, which was a gray-ish pink.

Song’s mane was like Tiara’s, and Tiara smiled when she saw Song’s mane. Tiara thought her mother was beautiful, and wanted to be just like her one day. It made her happy that she resembled Song instead of her father with his greasy black hair and trash brown coat.

“I don’t know if Filthy told you this, but you two might be moving to Ponyville.” Song began, awaiting her daughter’s reaction. Tiara’s happy smile faded into a frown, her eyes wide. “B-but why? Can’t I stay here with you? Can’t you come with us?” The filly whined.

“I...I’m afraid I can’t. I would like you to stay with me but Alfred has been telling your father and I that you are alone at school. Your father and I both think it would be best if you try and start over in Ponyville.

Suddenly, Tiara’s vision went fuzzy as her eyes welled up with tears. It was true, Tiara was bullied at school for being a blank flank. She’d never wanted her parents to find out, especially her mother. And now they knew. Tiara felt a hoof rubbing her back, and she looked up, seeing the fuzzy blue outline of her mother. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Song asked her filly, her voice cracking with sadness.

“I....I just...I didn’t want you to be sad!” Tiara replied through sniffles and sobs. That ‘plan’ had sounded better in her head..

“It makes me sad that you didn’t tell me.” Song replied, wiping her daughter’s eyes with a tissue. “Now, go clean up. Your father has a friend coming over.”

Diamond Tiara nodded and slid off the couch, rushing to her room where she could cry while she washed her hair and her hooves.

After about an hour of sobbing and cleaning, Diamond looked in the mirror at her newly styled mane. She had brushed it flat, then put it up in a small beehive style. She then added the finishing touch; a diamond barrette. The pink filly placed it next to her ear and admired it the mirror.

“Diamond Tiara!” Called the stern voice of her father from downstairs. “Come down here right now!”

Diamond nodded and trotted out of her room. Though she knew she had done nothing wrong, she still got nervous when her father spoke like that. Skipping down the steps, the nervous filly confronted her father, half smiling. “Y-yes...?”

“The guests are almost here! You should’ve been down here a while ago.” Filthy scolded then went back to what he did best, ignoring Diamond. The pink filly sighed and stood regally next to her father, her head held high. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang throughout the house, snapping the filly out of her daydream. Filthy nodded towards one of the butlers, who opened the door. A large, dark blue stallion with a black mane trotted in, and so did a young filly. Diamond’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, seeing her worst bully, Obsidian. Obsidian rose her eyebrow and pursed her lips, looking Diamond up and down. “What are you doing here?” She asked, disgust in her voice.

“I live here.” Diamond Tiara said through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed in hate.  Filthy looked at the two girls. “Why don’t you take your friend upstairs so you can play?” He said, though it was more like a command then a request. The pink filly sighed and began to trot to her room, when she tripped over something, landing on her face. Looking up, she saw Obsidian with her hoof outstretched so she could trip Diamond. Obsidian pulled back her hoof and grinned at Diamond before trotting up the stairs, not waiting for the pink filly to get on her hooves again.

“What is this?” Obsidian asked, wrinkling her nose as she looked at one of Diamond’s designer dresses. Diamond rolled her eyes. The dress was top quality everything! Brand, jewels, fabric, stitching. “It’s a dress, duh.”

“Sure it is.” The purple coated brat replied, tossing the dress on the ground. She then turned, focusing her cerulean eyes on the other filly. Flipping her light pink mane off her shoulders, Obsidian began to speak. “You are such a loser, you know that right? I mean, your clothes, your house, your blank flank..” The filly began. Diamond’s ears went limp.

“And your hair!” Obsidian laughed and took some scissors from Diamond’s ‘craft desk and quickly snipped some of her mane. “Now it’s even worse!” She said while laughing.

“Wh-” Diamond began but she couldn’t finish, she just couldn’t. Her once long, cupcake frosting like mane was now shoulder length and unevenly cut. It didn’t look that bad actually, but the jagged edges made it look like she had gone to a careless hair dresser. Diamond furrowed her brow and stomped her hoof. “Out! Get out!” She shouted, raising her hoof and pointing it towards the door. Obsidian looked surprised, even a little scared. “F-fine. I don’t want to be here anyway. Being around blank flank losers like you makes me sick.” And with that, the petty filly stomped out of the room, her nose lifted high in the air. As soon as Diamond heard her hooves on the last step of the stairs, she raced over to her mirror, trying to find a way to fix her hair.