Celestia how she loved hating her, every fiber, every single string of fur, every darn ginger piece of her mane, that shone on sunny days as the sky reflected on it. Oh, how she hated to love her.
That’s right, love her, she, perhaps (and according to herself, a somewhat biased opinion), the most awesome, fantastic, pretty, rich (this one no one would dispute), healthy, and smart, pony of them all, Diamond Tiara, so named due to her mother and father’s request. And now she had fallen out, for another pony, a common commoner, an earth pony, like her, but even worse, one she had pushed and abused for pretty much their whole school lives.
She must hate me. She somberly thought, as she walked the way back home, it was a daunting view of life, that the pony she loved, or at least had a crush on her, wanted nothing with her, and in fact tried her best to avoid her. It sucked! According to her perspective. And it wasn’t even my fault how I had acted, she told herself, it was all....Silver Spoon’s fault!
Silver Spoon was another problem, after years of having her opinion ignored, and her best friend in the world refusing to listen to her, and when she heard, dismissing her ideas, she had been sick and tired of it and had called out the friendship, leaving Tiara alone. But who needs her anyway? Ha! All I need Is Apple Bloom! No need for weak, stupid, idiotic friends! She thought, again. Silver Spoon had managed to have a reconciliation with all those that she had mistreated over the years, something that Tiara had made sure she had paid for. It was tough work, mistreating her only friend, and the look on her face didn’t help much, but, after all, she consoled herself by telling to her mind and heart, (which may have thought it was wrong, and could stand out to be the the beginning of an early redemption, that just wasn’t meant to be), that it had been her who had started the feud, by abandoning her.
Yes, to her, it was a tough state of life. Being me, DT isn’t properly easy, I have to stand up to all those other ponies asking my daddy for money, and having too much of a choice of what I want, and, well, every filly and colt hates me, for some reason, I can’t discern. They’re all a bunch of meanies!
The irony was lost to her as she extended her leg on the way, making Snips fall out and trip, his face landing on the dirt path with a “oomph”, she laughed. I can be rich, but things like this, priceless.”
Being Diamond Tiara still had a few more problems, besides having too many choices, being the center of attention, and being hated by all fillies and colts, including her best friend. Her own teacher seemed to hate her to!
She’s always calling me to ground me, due to the smallest things, we are fillies, we are just playing! Why must she be so unfair?
Those “first world problems”, were the cause of her angst, an angst she definitively shouldn’t be having and she expressed by being an aggressive little filly. There was no justification for what she did, it was still hurting others, but at least she had a reason. A weak one, but...
Hum....how can I get Apple Bloom to like me? She pondered. It’s song time!”
And she started singing, though there was no one around to hear her what his father would consider an “improper” display. She sang about how she wanted her more and more, and it looked like it took a few cues from Broadway, pony Disney movies, and even cartoon intros, it was glorious, unfortunately, as no one was around to hear her, no one knows the lyrics, only that she sang a great song. It’s a shame, really.
“So that’s decided then! I’ll try to lure her into liking me, by using my money and buying cute and things she wanted, hey it works for most people my status!” She half chuckled, as she headed back the way she came. Towards the “Quaint little farm, lovely really” where Apple Bloom lived (she had called the building a whole lot of worse things in the past, but if she wanted to impress her future fillyfriend’s family...she had to be nice).
She walked around all the apples, she hated apples! One time her father had bought almost half the supply of the town, and they had eaten apple plates, pastries, and pure apples, for months. Got to be careful not to mention my hate of Apples to her, this family loves two things, family and apples, in fact they love apples so much they all haves apples in their rump. She chuckled again, another joke, another snarky comment.
Ponies looked at her, suspicious looks on her face, she tried her best smile, but all it came out of it was a nervous, not fully opened smile. She began sweating.
“Can ah help ya, miss?” The orange pony asked, Applejack, she reminded herself. Though she had insulted her indirectly plenty of times, she still tried to remain neutral, she tried a confident tone, that just didn’t came.
“Well....yes, I’m looking for Apple Bloom.”
“You are hun?” For moments she though she was going to get a plot beating, but after a few seconds AppleJack just smiled.
“She’s in her little tree house. That should be way over there.” Resisting the urge to make a snarky comment, about the farmer’s accent, she moved in the direction Applejack’s hoof pointed.
As she reached the tree where the tree house was located she found it harder and harder to breathe, her lungs, and throat both closing at the prospect of talking about her feelings, or at least convince her to join her in a relationship making her almost suffocate and gag. Confidence, It’s just the filly of your dreams in there. She walked and pushed the door, seeing Apple Bloom and her two friends. Immediately a sick taste came to her stomach, she had hoped she could talk to Apple Bloom alone. Not with her two friends venturing nearby.
“What do you want?” One of them harshly said, the voice sounded like Scootaloo’s but she couldn’t be sure.
“Yeah, if you came to talk about our lack of cutie marks, we are working on it, right now!” Sweetie told her, in a less harsh tone than Scootaloo, a tad more shyly.
“No, in fact, I was hoping I could talk to Apple Bloom, alone?”
The two friends looked backwards at her friend, that was drawing on crayons in the back.
“She probably doesn’t want to see you.” They both told her.
“Please....it’s important?” They had never seen Diamond Tiara humble herself and the tone on her voice....Sweetie hesitated, sensing a subject of the heart, after a few seconds of talk with the orange Pegasus, she let her in.
“Thanks Sweetie, you’re surprisingly nice.”
“I hum....thanks.”
Traversing trough the small tree house, smaller than even a closet in her mansion, she approached Apple Bloom and gently touched her on the shoulder.
“What are you drawing?”
“Like you care.”
She sighed.
“I do. I really do, look, I’m sorry I’ve been such a....” her pride stopped her from admitting she was the meanie of the class, though love does the impossible. “Such a....I’m sorry we don’t get along all that well.
“Don’t get along? You bullied us all year long!”
Tiara’s face became red. She was obviously annoyed at her vision of the world being challenged.
“Maybe...:” She admitted after about a minute of silence. “But that’s not the point, I’m sorry, really , and I was wondering, if there’s anything you want....I can get it for you.”
Apple Bloom scoffed.
“You can’t buy us, plus, you can’t buy a cutie mark.”
It was useless, she saw it now, but she decided she would try one more thing.
“What if I help you find your cutie mark? I mean I need friends, and you are a filly and I...”
She didn’t totally admit her feelings, though she came pretty close.
Apple Bloom looked at her, a sad look on her face.
“Give up!”
Diamond Dazzling Tiara wasn’t one to desist, normally she got what she wanted trough her money, or her daddy’s influence, but this...this she couldn’t force. She left, tears streaming down her muzzle as she ran away.
This was worse than Silver Spoon.
I mean, why does she hate me? I never did anything to her!”
Diamond Tiara, she never learned.
