It should be against the law for me to look this good
It was an average morning for Diamond Tiara. She was up early, as usual. She rolled out of bed and immediately straightened out her nightgown. She trod over to the mirror, observed her messy mane, and snatched her brush. She then proceeded the comb out her mane, tossing the brush aside to be used later tonight. She then flipped her mane and looked in her closet, deciding to look extra good today. She smirked as she grabbed the prettiest dress she had. She then slipped out of her nightgown and began getting into the dress. She smiled as it was finally on. "Those cutie mark goofsaders will be so jealous." She snickered to herself.
Diamond Tiara then walked out from in front of the mirror to the hallway in front of her room. She flipped her hair again and trotted down the hall with her nose in the air. She was soon arriving into the kitchen, where the fresh smells hit her. She smiled as she walked in and sat in a plush chair. A servant then walked up to her, carrying a plate of food.
"Good morning Miss Tiara." He said, bowing to get the plate onto the table. "The breakfast for this morning shall be prench toast and scrambled eggs, with a side of salad and fruits. The beverage will be orange juice." He recited, remembering exactly what the filly enjoyed in the morning. Diamond Tiara smiled at the plate in front of her, then gave a fake frown, deciding to cause trouble.
"Orange juice?" She snorted, recoiling in fake disgust, "I would like some cranberry juice in the morning! Not commoner orange filth!" She complained, pushing the glass away, "I should have daddy fire you for this!" She shouted, slamming her hooves on the table. The servant widened his eyes, sweat dribbling down his cheeks. Diamond giggled on the inside. He hurried away with the orange juice, and quickly replaced it with a glass of cranberry juice.
"I-Is there anything else you need, Miss Tiara?" She tapped her chin in thought.
"Y'know, I think I want that orange juice back." She stated, glaring at the servant, who rushed away again, returning with the orange juice.
"Here you are, Miss Tiara." She nodded, deciding to leave the poor stallion alone for now. She then took her fork and proceeded to eat her preciously prepared food. Once she drank the last of her juice, she jumped out of the chair, leaving the servants to clear her plate. She approached the door, and a mare trotted out, holding Diamonds schoolbags.
"Your bags, Miss Tiara," She said, gently lowering them onto the fillies back. Diamond snorted in acceptance of the bags, and opened the door, humming a catchy tune as she went.. She trod down the cobblestone pathway over to a slick, black limo, where a stallion opened the door for her to enter. She slid onto the velvet seats and watched as the door shut. The limo then began to move, slowly first, then it picked up speed. She tapped her hoof impatiently as she waited. She then gave a relieved sigh as the car finally pulled up in front of the school after a boring five minutes.
Diamond held her nose up as before, and gave taunting glares at the other fillies as they watched the limo in awe. She went inside and dropped off her bags at her desk. She turned around again, to see three familiar fillies walking in, talking in cheerfully. She smirked and giggled, drawing their attention. "Oh, so I suppose you're all still able to come to school despite your blank flanks!" She teased, walking over. "In fact, I'm surprised that you still think that you fit in with the rest of us." She added in a bratty laugh.
Scootaloo narrowed her eyes and frowned. "Well I'm sorry your snootiness if we can't all be as spoiled as you." Diamond Tiara laughed at that.
"Oh, wow. Is that lame comeback supposed to make me feel bad? Puhlease. At least someponies know when they're beat." She then laughed again, trotting past them, flicking her tail at Sweetie Belles nose. She kept giggling to herself as she was outside, until she bumped into a tall figure. "Hey!" She shouted to the strange stallion, "Watch it! I'm walking here!"
He glanced at her from under his cool shades. "Are you Diamond Tiara?" He asked, staring her down.
She gulped, "Y-Yes, who's asking?" She said, trying to sound brave.
He kept staring, "You're going to have to come with me." He said, picking her up in his levitation.
"H-hey!" She shouted, flailing around, "Let me go! My daddy will sue you for this! This is foalnapping! Quit it!" He shoved her in the back of a police car. "What gives!?" She yelled at him as he entered to drivers seat. He turned to stare her down again. He was silent, then turned back to the front, beginning to drive. "Wha- hey! Where are you taking me!?" She kept yelling questions like this, with no response, before they pulled up to the police station. He then opened her door and pulled her out with his magic, again. He then grabbed a pair of hoofcuffs and locked her around her front and hind hooves. He dropped her, leaving her to follow. With no other choice, she went into the station after him.
He led her down a hallway, and opened a door. His horn lit up again, and Diamond felt herself being lifted up again. He opened up a cell, and tossed her inside. "HEY!?" She yelled at him as he shut the bars again. "Why am I in prison!?" This time he looked up and replied.
"You have broken the law." He stated bluntly.
"What?? How!?"
He narrowed his eyes, "For being too fabulous."
Diamond Tiara woke with a start, alerting the servant next to her. "Is there something wrong, Miss Tiara?" She quickly asked, checking to make sure the filly was alright.
"Mm fine.." She replied sleepily, turning over to try and remember more of the dream. She grumbled something more, then shut her eyes and welcomed the sight of all the fans beneath the stage she was standing on.
