Getting to Know Derpy (Derpy P.O.V)
I'm about to tell you a story from two sides. The first is from our muffin loving friend Derpy and the other is from our cupcake loving pal Pinkie Pie. Each found new stregths in each other and learn even beyond death there is love.
Let's begin shall we......
I almost never could forget anything but eye sight was nothing to brag about I had crossed-eyes. I admit it was hard. Especially when your parents are greats fliers and you have to stay on the ground. My parents were retired Wonderbolts, yes those Wonderbolts. The amazing fliers of Equestria. My mother was Sky Scraper and my father was Clouded Wind.
I started school in Cloudsdale Sunshine Corner for Young Fillies and Colts. It was terrible, everypony looked at me like something they scrapped from the bottom of their hoof. All day it was staring and teasing. The week ahead was worse!
"Look at her she can't even fly"
"Yeah she crashes into everything"
"She'll never be a Wonderbolt"
Everything they said was true. I'll never be a Wonderbolt with my eye condition. I cried about it silently that night. Wishing the teasing, bullies, and eye condition would all go away. Part of me wished this was just a nightmare and I'm gonna wake up soon. Then I'll find out I'm regular little filly then all my problems will dissapear into thin air. It was stupid but it was the only way I coped with the pain.
They finally took notice when a bunch of bullies from school chased me home. I had two bruises, one of my snout and one on my right foreleg. They asked about the bullies and I spilled the beans. I couldn't take it any more, I told them about the teasing and harassment I received from the other foals because of my eyes.
For the rest of that night father began pacing and cursing while my mother held me in her arms while streams of tears running down both our faces.
"Don't worry Derpy. They just don't know how special you are." My mother was able to choke out. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't believe her. So I just hold her tighter. She still hold on to me as my dad stopped cursing and pacing to come and put me on his lap.
"It's okay Derpy. Remember as long as you got someone who cares for you, you'll always be loved" He wrapped his strong forearms around me and laughed. Mom and I found ourselves laughing as well. There was no reason but in hard times laughter is the best medicine.
For the next few days I didn't go to school. Instead I had to stay at home to pack up my stuff. We were going to move to a house in a town called Ponyville. It was directly beneath Cloudsdale. They probably choose Ponyville because their logic told them, since Earth Ponies can't fly and Derpy can't fly without hurting herself they would be best friends. Then again I might be able to make some Earth Ponies and Unicorn friends. Hopefully, there would not be a pegasus to make fun of me.
Part of me wishes that I was never born. Then there wouldn't be anypony to make fun of my crooked eyes. When I was little all I could think and wish for is straight eyes. As a young filly I always ask my mom about them and she would respond by saying "The reason your eyes are like that is so you can see the world in a different way than normal ponies." It wasn't really a satisfying answer. So continued to ask her but she would always have the same response, no matter what. After realizing that was the only thing she would say I finally just stopped. For a while I accepted it. Until I went to school that is.
"Derpy are you finished yet?" I turned my head to my mother as she walked in. All I packed was my stuffed teddy pony named Muffin. She sighed as put a big empty cardboard box in the middle of the floor. As she began to put my clothes in the box I just sat on the bed looking at her. About two hours later she put the last remaining clothes in my drawer into the box. I sit down on my bed with Muffin my stuffed pony. Muffin was a small grey pegasus like me expect with a pink mane and perfect eyes.
"So Derpy it must be scary, moving and all" I looked at her but I'm not sure what to say. I'm glad that I'm finally getting away from the bullies but I feel that I'm just running away from my problem. Instead of answering I begin to engage in a lively conversation about muffins with Muffin. Which is by the way her favorite subject.
"So if you are going to make apple spice muffins make sure to add sugar cubes for extra sweetness and making a slight more crunchy " I made Muffin take a bow after she finished another one of her great muffin tips. Mom smiled and clapped her hooves in approval. After all Muffin did learned from the Bestest, Most Amazing, Most Prettiest Muffin Maker in the World, my mom!
Unlike most most fillies my age I rather have a muffin than most sugar-filled junk food. When your born into an athletic family it just in your genes, I guess.
Grumble
I turned a slight shade of scarlet at the rumble of my tummy. I guess after Muffin's lecture, my stomach noticed hoe hungry it was. She smiled and ruffled my mane. She put put on her back and flew downstairs to the kitchen to prepare lunch. I loved being on my parent's back as they flew. It was always with ease and grace, if only I could follow in their hoofsteps.
We happen to find my dad in the kitchen eating a daisy sandwich while reading the Equestria Daily. He put his newspaper as he threw a warm smile our way.
"Well isn't my two most favorite girls in the entire land Equestria " I giggled as he picked me off my mom's back to throw in the air.
While we were playing Spot It (it's like eye spy) , mom trotted to the refrigerator. Her smile quickly turned into a frown.
"Windy where are the blueberry muffins I left in here this morning? " I watched my dad throw a empty muffin tray out the window and ...............................
ZOOM
I began to laughing my head off because I knew this wasn't going to end well.
