The Disk Jockey and the Cellist

Octavia's eyes where clouded, and she trotted out of the house. Vinyl bit her lip. Her best friend was a lie.

VInyl turned her head away from the goldish-gray mare.

The world seemed to darken as the two mare's distance lengthened. Vinyl trusted Octavia. Now look where it got her.

Vinyl sighed, and trotted over to her stairs, she placed her hoof on the rail, and started up the steps.

She glanced at the pictures, it had her awards, autographs from her favorite DJs, and pictures of her and Octavia. She gritted her teeth, and turned her head from them.

She got to the top of her stairs, and looked around the dark hallway. She sighed, and trotted into her room.

She looked around her small den, which had been decorated with disk records. She trudged to her bed and, with her hoof, wiped off the records. She let out a small gasp as her horn started to glow with her magic aura, and she lifted up some old pair of glasses.

She placed them on, and her vision enhanced as the corners of her vision became clear. She reached over and grabbed her tie.

She fumbled with it, before it was straped around her neck.

She tugged it one way, and another way, and it was fastened tight. She smiled, it was a long time since she wore this. But her happiness was soon drowned out by sorrow and grief.

She held her tie tail close to her forehead.

She closed her eyes, remembering the horrible incident.

Vinyl was cleaning the floors of the cafeteria, and Octavia threw her trash onto the ground. "Hey, pick that up!"

Octavia let out a laugh, "You're cleaning the floors!"

Vinyl let out a sigh, and picked up some plates of the kids, and was walking to throw it away when a lavander Earth pony held out their hoof, tripping her.

The yellowish-white unicorn hit the ground, all the plates shattering.

The lavander stallion smirked, "You seemed to trip. For breaking those plates, you have to stay here untill 3:30. Sharp. If you miss it by even a second, you have to stay here for another hour"

Vinyl pushed her electric blue hair out of her face, as plate shards and food remainents hung from her head. "But I have a band rehershal!"

"Oh really? What instrument do you use?"

Vinyl curled up into a ball, "...a cello..."

The lavander stallion chuckled, his brilliant violet eyes narrowing, "Cello? What the hay is that?"

Vinyl opened her eyes, blinking out the memory.

She adjusted her glasses and pulled her hair up in a pony tail. Her horn glowed as she levitated a mirror to herself.

She observed herself quietly, and she abruptly burst into tears. She curled up on her bed, as if in pain. Memories were painful, but it is even more painful if you relive it every single day. Her magenta eyes flickered as her tears lulled her to a deep sleep.