Chapters Malleable, Unbreakable: Diamond Tiara
Perfect isn't easy. It runs in the family!
The soft cry of somepony’s sorrow faintly echoed down a corridor of a stately mansion. Inside a lavish room set with trappings that would make any filly feel as regal as the royal sisters sat two figures, one of pink and one of silver. The pink filly clutched the gray figure tightly, tears running from her large blue eyes and soaking the other filly’s coat.
“Silver Spoon...” the pink filly sniffed, looking into the stoic violet eyes of the lifelike doll as if pleading to it to blink or show any sign of life. Memories of the time Diamond Tiara spent with the pony the gray doll was modeled after flooded her mind all at once. Everything was significant now: The laughter, the arguments over fashion, and even the tutorial lessons Silver Spoon gave her. Diamond Tiara savored each memory which now meant a world more than before.
Silver Spoon managed to make friends and had left her behind, cold and alone with only a single piece of jewelry to mock her.
The one pony I liked more than me. More than anypony else...
“Those others took you from me!” Diamond Tiara hissed in a sudden surge of pent up rage and sadness. “You...You are supposed to be MY friend...” Her grip on the doll tightened as she gritted her teeth. “Why..? I thought we were BFFs...” The filly buried her face in the chest of the doll and continued to let the tears fall.
In the midst of her quiet weeping, one memory echoed above the rest in her ears.
“Here, take this.”
Those words offered Diamond Tiara little comfort. She placed a hoof on the turquoise keepsake that rested around her neck. Her rage slowly ebbed away as the treasure worked its magic. A tear fell onto one of the orbs; Diamond Tiara quickly wiped her eyes and sat up straight.
“ If you ever feel lonely or ever feeling down. Look to this and think of me .”
“It’s my own fault... I didn’t deserve you...” Diamond Tiara’s voice cracked, her own malicious, jealous words stabbing at her heart, adding an unbearable feeling of guilt on top of her sadness. Fear crawled up her spine and she shuddered, trembling uncontrollably like a leaf as her worst fear became reality.
“Please...” Diamond Tiara silently pleaded, placing a hoof on the necklace. “Please don’t forget me, Silver Spoon...” With red, weary eyes, the filly climbed underneath her velvety sheets accompanied by her doll. Diamond Tiara’s tears surfaced once more. Even with a representation of the pony of her affection in her grasp, the pain only seemed to intensify and fester through the night.
——
“Diamond Tiara,” a familiar, somewhat distant voice cheerily sang, rousing the sleeping filly. “Sweetheart, get up, your sister is here. I also have something to tell you.”
"Her..." Diamond Tiara softly groaned as she sat up. She ran a hoof through her mess of a mane. Her entangled mane hid one of her weary eyes, leaving the other to blankly stare off into space.
Ugh .. what a hassle. She huffed, wiping the crust from her eyes.
"May I come in?" the voice cautiously called again.
“Yes, daddy.” Diamond Tiara yawned, covering her mouth with a hoof. “Come in...”
Filthy Rich opened the door, beaming a wide, bright smile to his daughter who shrugged and rubbed her eyes. “There’s my little sunshine,” the aged stallion cooed.
“Daaaad!” Diamond Tiara whined, glaring through her mane. “Stop calling me that...”
Filthy Rich chuckled. “Alright, pumpkin.”
Diamond Tiara groaned, rolling her eyes. “When did big sis get here anyway?”
“Oh, you know her,” Filthy Rich said, smiling as he drew back the curtains. “Just kind of blows in every now and again.”
Yeah, she’s totally weird like that. The filly giggled to herself, straining her eyes against the sunlight until they adjusted. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“When you’re ready come down stairs, I’ll explain then,” Filthy Rich instructed. “And I’m sure Dazzler will be delighted to see her little sister.”
Diamond Tiara smirked. “Don’t you mean Screwball will be excited to see me?”
Filthy Rich flinched. “I swear I do not know why she insists on calling herself that...” he sighed.
“...on the rare occasion she says anything, but that’s my sister!” Diamond Tiara giggled. “She’s so...weird.”
“Like you have room to speak,” Filthy Rich teased.
Diamond Tiara huffed and turned up her nose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy.”
“Oh?” the stallion chuckled, feigning ignorance. “I seem to recall a certain filly unable to sleep without the nightlight unt—”
“I have to go get ready!” Diamond Tiara shouted, springing from the bed and making haste for the bathroom.
“I’m sure!” Filthy Rich laughed heartily as he left the room.
A wall of steam filtered into the bedroom as Diamond Tiara stepped out of the restroom. Her pink body gleamed as a few stray drops of water fell to the floor. She trotted over to the dresser and sat in front of her vanity mirror. The filly brushed her mane aside with a hoof, then paused, staring into her reflection.
I could go with the usual, but I don’t feel like going out right now, so I guess I can leave it down for a bit.
An odd rhythmic knock came to Diamond Tiara’s door, almost like a heartbeat.
Even her knocks are weird. The filly giggled, shaking her head. “Come in!”
The door slowly creaked open and a pink earth pony floated in. The mare’s purple and white mane looked like billowing clouds of cotton candy. She only offered a wide smile as she hovered right above Diamond Tiara.
“Really enjoying that hat, huh?” Diamond Tiara smiled, returning her attention to her reflection, which was now accompanied by her sister’s.
Screwball didn’t reply, only observed, smiling.
“Of course,” the filly groaned. “Though, if I knew you would reply, I’d ask how you’ve been.”
Screwball shrugged.
“Fair enough,” Diamond sighed in defeat.
Diamond Tiara caught Screwball’s eyes in the mirror. As always, they were wide, empty, and their spiral pattern almost seemed to spin the more Diamond Tiara focused on them. “Y’know, sometimes I wonder if what you hear even gets to you. When I look into your eyes it looks like you’re not even paying attention.”
Screwball cocked her head to the side quizzically, her words were lost on her older sister.
“Never mind.” Diamond Tiara giggled. “It’s nice to see you again, sister.”
The mare hooked her hooves around Diamond Tiara, making something of a purring noise as she rested her head on her sister’s.
“Aww, c-c-knock it off!” Diamond Tiara blushed as she squirmed in her sister’s grip. “Seriously!” Despite her objections, Diamond Tiara found herself smiling slightly at the warm feeling her sister offered.
Screwball giggled, then released her sister back into her seat.
“You know I hate it when you do that!” Diamond Tiara barked. “Though, I guess it’s better than ‘The Face’.”
The filly reached into the dresser and pulled out her new keepsake, then affixed it around her neck, taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror with a vain smile.
Screwball’s already large eyes grew even wider at the sight of the turquoise necklace.
“You remember Silver Spoon, right?” Diamond Tiara said, a sad expression replacing her confident one as she looked to the jewelry.
Screwball tilted her head to the side.
I wonder what she is doing right now... Diamond Tiara sniffed, stifling tears
“She gave this to me before I left Ponyville.” The filly half-smiled, the sorrow clear in her eyes. “I...I miss her, sis..” she added with a weary sigh.
In a rare occasion, Screwball’s blank expression changed to a look of worry and sadness, as if she herself felt her sibling’s pain. She placed a hoof on Diamond Tiara’s shoulder; the filly looked up with watery eyes; Screwball wiped the few that strayed down her cheek.
The filly shook her head and tore away from her sister, regaining her composure and dislodging the memories that attempted to surface once more.
Get it together! No more crying, Diamond Tiara chided herself. Tears won’t help anypony.
“Come on,” the filly said as she got to her hooves. “Daddy is waiting downstairs- we better not keep him waiting. Knowing him, he’s probably in his study.”
Screwball flew just above her. The mare’s typical confusing expression had returned.
That didn’t last long. Diamond Tiara opened the door to the hallway. A butler clad in black and white was just passing by.
“Oh good,” the filly smirked. “The Help—OW!”
Before she could finish, Screwball batted the back of her head with a hoof, wearing a disappointed look as she cocked a brow.
Diamond Tiara scowled at her elder sister as she soothed the back of her head with a hoof. I forgot...she takes the side of The Help.
“Please,” the butler started. “do not quarrel on my account; I know how the little princess is. It is something I have grown rather accustomed to.”
“See! The Help doe-OWW!!!” Diamond Tiara whined as once again she was reprimanded by Screwball’s hoof.
“Where’s my daddy!?” Diamond Tiara barked.
The butler chuckled and shook his head. “The master is in his study.” He smiled. “It is good to see your high-spirited attitude has not changed, young mare.” The stallion dipped his head in respect to Screwball.
“Let’s go,” Diamond Tiara said, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure The Hel—” the filly flinched, expecting to feel Screwball’s hoof on the back of her head, which thankfully never came. “Err, I think he has other stuff to do...”
The two continued down the corridor. Diamond Tiara couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved by the way Screwball seemed to not make a sound, and her expression just added to the feeling.
Floating around like she’s never even heard of gravity ! the filly giggled.
The sun beamed through a window at the far end of the hallway, illuminating the lavish trappings that were nothing new to Diamond Tiara. Self-lighting magical candles hung on the walls; the candles themselves were unlit. A red carpet accented the marble flooring out to the other end of the hallway and down the stairs to the foyer.
Diamond Tiara knew every inch of her house by heart already. As they came to the foyer, she narrowed her eyes at a particular white-coated mare upon a portrait that depicted her family: Filthy Rich, a younger Screwball, blank flank Diamond Tiara, and the white mare in question. Screwball nudged her little sister along, not even giving the picture a glance.
“I know,” Diamond Tiara sighed, with a nod. “I still get a little mad every time I see her face...”
They continued down the cascade of steps to the ground floor, then down another hallway on the side, leading to the back.They passed pictures on the wall on their way to the back door, the photos showing their ever expanding family tree.
Diamond Tiara opened the door that led to a miniature library, which was big enough to rival the one in Ponyville. Filthy Rich sat in an expensive-looking red chair, a book open in his lap. An odd, sweet aroma wafted through the air.
Coffee. Diamond Tiara recognized the smell all too well. Daddy’s favorite caramel blend.
“Oh,” Filthy Rich said, noticing his daughters in the room. “Hello girls,” he smiled. “I’m glad the two of you are here,” the stallion added with a nod, setting his book in his lap.
“What?” Diamond Tiara eagerly asked.
Screwball floated off to the shelves and went through a few of the old books, as if she was searching for something.
I wonder if she can even still read. Diamond Tiara giggled. Probably upside down.
“What’s so funny?” Filthy Rich asked, cocking a brow at the filly.
Diamond Tiara shook her head. “Oh, nothing Daddy.” She smiled, approaching the chair. “You have something to tell us?”
Filthy Rich beamed a smile. “I will be holding a little get together later on, and you two might want to prepare yourselves. I have already sent out invitations, and, in all honesty, Dazzler’s timing could not have been better!”
“A party!” Diamond Tiara grinned wildly, excited by the idea.
Screwball lowered a book in front of her father, an expectant grin on her face. The book itself was well worn, yet there was a sort of familiarity about the blue-ish binding Diamond Tiara couldn’t place her hoof on.
“Ah!” Filthy Rich smiled. “You remembered this! I used to read this to you two when you were little foals.” The stallion’s blue eyes shone as the memories seemed to play out before him once again. “Ahh...where did time go?”
Diamond Tiara suddenly felt left out. A book he used to read to us...
“Oh!” The filly gasped. “It’s the one about that silly old bear! I can’t remember the name though...”
Screwball nodded excitedly. She looked into Filthy Rich’s eyes from an inverted perspective, her violet and pink eyes wide accompanied by a frown.
The Face. Diamond Tiara giggled, a mischievous smirk on her face. Daddy’s natural weakness.
The stallion laughed heartily, his voice bouncing off the walls.
“Later,” he nodded, nuzzling his daughter. “Why don’t you two go out and enjoy the evening. I want to get a little reading done before the party.”
“Alright Daddy!” Diamond Tiara sang. “C’mon sis. Let’s go back to my room! I think a makeover is in order for ONE of us!”
Screwball flinched at Diamond’s words, reeling in mid air.
“Please..?” The filly’s eyes grew wide as she stuck out her lower lip and quivered it ever so slightly. “We have to look pweety for Daddy’s guests, sis.”
Screwball sighed and hung her head in defeat as she floated over to Diamond Tiara, obviously resigned to her fate.
Works on her too. Diamond Tiara coyly smiled.
Filthy Rich laughed at the display, shaking his head with an impish smile. “Doesn’t feel so good coming from the other end hmm?” the stallion playfully teased. “Go easy on your sister, princess.”
Diamond Tiara shrugged. “I’m not going to make promises.” She smiled. “No point in doing something if you aren’t the best at it, after all!”
Filthy Rich cringed slightly at those last few words. He watched with a worried expression as his daughters exited the study, his eyes fixed on his youngest, her parting words marring his mind. “Unless you’re...the best at it...” he muttered to himself. “Day after day you become more of your mother, Diamond Tiara.
———
Screwball huffed, crossing her hooves and narrowing her eyes as Diamond Tiara ran a comb through her mane. The mare’s once untamed pink and pale mane and tail now lapped at the floor, straight and flat.
“Don’t give me that look!” Diamond Tiara playfully scolded. “You know...you’d look pretty good with a few well placed ribbons.” The filly opened a drawer and began to rummage through the dresser, placing other glitzy and celebrity-endorsed mane and coat products in front of Screwball. “Ah-ha!” Diamond Tiara squealed, causing Screwball to reel slightly.
Quickly, the excited filly affixed two frilly white and bright-orange ribbons that gave off a faint orange-y scent on opposite sides of her head.
“Now.” Diamond Tiara slowly scanned her sister, rhythmically tapping a hoof to her chin. Actually, she cleans up kinda nicely . The filly admitted to herself. Well she is my big sis, after all. Of course she looks good. “You need a dress for Daddy’s party later.”
Screwball audibly groaned, obviously lamenting the thought of dressing up. The mare let her forehead fall on the dresser, causing Diamond Tiara to giggle.
“Oh, come on, Screwball,” Diamond Tiara teased, cuddling up to her sister. “The dress can wait. I’ve only just started making your mane up. I still have a lot to do before you’ll be presentable this evening~” the filly sang. “My work has only just begun!” Diamond Tiara rushed over to her bed and dug underneath it, returning with a small stack of magazines. I knew these Vogue magazines would come in handy!
“And now, as Photo Finish would say, DA MAGIKS!” Diamond Tiara proudly declared.
Malleable, Unbreakable: Diamond Tiara
So barking up the wrong tree!
“Good evening, Lord and Lady Rook,” Diamond Tiara dipped her head to a gray and white mare and stallion couple clad in black and white, as they trotted through the door. The two smiled at the filly, then joined the festivities with the other party guests on the foyer that had already arrived at the soiree.
I love parties! Diamond Tiara faintly squealed as she danced in place and twirled around. Her frilly violet and pink dress to followed in suit of her practiced pirouette; stopping on one hoof.
Screwball stood uncomfortably next to her, frowning as she attempted to adjust her floral orange dress and keep her earrings from tickling the back of her neck. The mare huffed, stomping a hoof and blowing a stray strand of her mane from her face.
“Oh, you’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to be here again, sis.” Diamond Tiara smiled, adjusting the flowers on her sister's head. “Daddy loves randomly throwing these parties,” she giggled. “I know all of his friends!” Diamond proudly added.
“Just relax and your dress will feel much more comfortable.” their father’s voice rang above the crowd as he approached them, smiling proudly at his two daughters. “Not that I would know,” he added with a laugh. “Why don’t you go and have fun, mingle, eat, just have a good time.” the stallion motioned to the crowd before closing the doors.
“Networking, right Daddy?” Diamond Tiara widely grinned, proudly puffing out her chest.
“My my,” Filthy Rich chuckled, cocking a brow. “My little filly, talking like a big pony! Do you know what networking is, Diamond Tiara?”
The filly eagerly nodded. “A supportive system of sharing information and services among individuals and groups having a common interest!” she recited as if from a dictionary.
“Something like that, yes,” the stallion nodded. “That’s the gist of it, where did you hear this term?”
Screwball cooed, nodding approvingly at her younger sister’s knowledge. In addition to her father’s smile, Diamond Tiara absorbed the attention from a few other guests that happened to overhear her. The filly tossed her mane aside and confidently smirked. “I learned from your meetings, Daddy,” she innocently giggled.
“Oh...” Filthy Rich’s smile faded from his face, it turning to a frown. “Diamond Tiara, you really should stop eavesdropping on those conversations...there are plenty of other things a filly like yourself should be doing,” he sighed.
“I’m sorry, Daddy...” Diamond Tiara hung her head. “I didn’t mean to do anything bad.”
“On the other hoof, however,” Filthy Rich raised Diamond Tiara’s chin beaming a soft smile. “It is endearing to see my little filly wanting to take after her father.” he leaned in, nuzzling his daughter. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks Daddy!” The filly chirped. “I’m gonna go find something to eat, why don’t you go and talk to someponies, sis? Mr. and Mrs. Orange would be happy to see you.”
“Just steer clear of that one stallion, Cotton Cloud,” Filthy Rich motioned to an onyx coated unicorn stallion dressed in a white and blue tuxedo, chatting up a group of giggling mares.
The mare shrugged and nodded, heading towards Cotton Cloud. The stallion quickly noticed Screwball approaching and instantly shifted his full attention to her. Filthy Rich groaned and shook his head.
“That’s your fault.” Diamond Tiara teased. “Why do you think I mentioned Mr. and Mrs. Orange?” she giggled, shaking her head.
“Do keep an eye on her, sweetheart.” Filthy Rich narrowed his eyes at the stallion, who obliviously waved a hoof in his direction, smiling widely at his host, despite the daggers Filthy Rich stared at him.
Diamond Tiara giggled. “Mr. Cloud is nice, daddy.” Diamond Tiara smiled at the stallion, returning his wave. “He’s a doll maker he makes really neat stuffed figures.”
“I am well aware, I just don’t like...” Filthy Rich paused, glancing down at Diamond Tiara who curiously looked on awaiting an answer. “I just don’t like him.” he decisively huffed. “But, nevermind me, go enjoy yourself.” the stallion smiled before joining the crowd.
Well, I still think he’s nice . Diamond Tiara shrugged. The party was now in full swing as the sun faded from the sky, replaced by the moon. The foyer was abuzz, the various elites of Manehattan conversed on a wide variety of subjects. Butlers and maids frequented with trays that held wine and and assorted hoof foods, catering to the needs of every guest.
Lame, Diamond Tiara huffed as she scanned the foyer. There are no ponies my age this time...at this point even those Blank Flanks would be entertaining. she sighed, hanging her head and focusing on her necklace. I wish Silver Spoon were here...
“U-Umm...e-excuse me..” a meek voice whispered.
Making friends is going to be, like impossible. The voice that called to her fell on deaf ears. Hopefully school will have some ponies that are cool enough to be my friend...ugh listen to me, wishing for school? I really must be...-
“Hello..?” Diamond Tiara felt a hoof prodding her, abruptly breaking her train of thought.
“Wh-what?!” Diamond Tiara snapped.
“Eep!” the filly squeaked, crouching down with her eyes screwed shut as if she were trying to blend in with the floor, though her light pink coat and violet mane contrasted the alabaster tile and blended with her grassy themed saddle and socks. “I-I’m sorry!”
“O-Oh, it’s alright.” Diamond Tiara brushed a hoof through her mane cooly playing of her surprise. “No big deal, just didn’t see you there is all.”
The blush filly peeked up, revealing bright orange eyes full of curiosity though she still slightly cowered.
“Geeze, get up!” Diamond Tiara commanded, rolling her eyes. “I mean, really...”
Shakily, the filly stood, and Diamond Tiara sood found the young unicorn to be taller than her with full grown horn and a cotton shaped heart atop a rod for a cutie mark. “I’m sorry.” she whispered, averting eye connection.
“You must be Cotton Clouds little sister, huh?” Diamond Tiara cocked a brow.
“Yes!” the filly gasped, her eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” Diamond Tiara coyly answered. “Your cutie mark is kinda like his.”
“You’re Diamond Tiara, right..?” she spoke with a little more confidence.
Diamond Tiara nodded, trying to stifle a smirk. As usual, everypony knows me! “That’s me, the one and only.” she answered.
“I’m Razzly!” the pink filly proudly stated, puffing out her chest. “I can make my stuffed friends move!”
“So you’re already able to use magic, huh?”
Razzly eagerly nodded. “Yes I am! And, I’m fairy good at it, too.”
Diamond Tiara chuckled. “‘Fairy?’”
Razzly’s confidence quickly waned, the filly looked to her hooves sighing and pawing at the floor. “I’m sorry, that was kind of stupid...I say that without even noticing sometimes.”
“And what’s with those socks?” Diamond Tiara giggled. “Those are so last year.”
Razzly blushed looking to her striped green and lime green socks. “I know, and this may sound stupid too, but I like to keep them on. They keep my hooves nice and warm, so I never like being without them. Haven’t you worn socks before?”
“Err, kinda, one time.” Diamond Tiara shrugged. “I mean, they look alright anyways...”
Razzly perked up a bit, smiling warmly at Diamond Tiara. “You always have the prettiest dresses at these parties.” she noted, motioning to Diamond Tiaras lavish attire.
“As always.” Diamond Tiara playfully rolled her eyes. “Hey wait, I haven’t seen you at these parties before!”
Razzly blushed and giggled. “Oh, I’m always around. I’ve seen you plenty times before, I just kinda blend in with the wall sometimes.” she shrugged. “Speaking of which...I haven’t seen you at school before.”
“Oh, ever since I moved to this house, I’ve been homeschooled,” she plainly said. “Daddy has enrolled me in Reins private sc--”
“Hey!” Razzly squeaked. “That’s the school I go to!”
Whoopty doo. Diamond Tiara shook her head. Just a second ago she was all scared and now, rainbows and sunshine!
“My homeroom teacher, Mr. Oak, is kinda mean,” Razzly frowned. “But, I hope you get a nicer one!” she added with an innocent smile.
“School is a waste of time.” Diamond Tiara snorted. “Mean teacher or not, even I know bits mean everything.”
“But, at school you make so many friends and you learn alot too!” Razzly protested. “I mean, I never thought I’d be your friend! Granted, we aren’t in school, but my brother is always telling me to make friends my age.”
“And what makes you say we are friends?” Diamond Tiara scoffed as she cocked a brow, sizing up the chipper unicorn.
“Aren’t we?” Razzly tilted her head to the side, wearing a blank expression. “Well you haven’t done anything to not be my friend. You do seem nice.” the filly innocently smiled.
What..? Diamond Tiaras expression went blank, for just a moment Razzly’s simple non judgemental smile felt familiar. The unicorn’s face looked nostalgic, and just for a second, reminded her of Silver Spoon, then her heart lurched.
That smile...
“D...mod T..ra?” Razzly’s voice sounded distant and far away as Diamond Tiara began thinking to herself.
That was so weird...I know that smile, Razzly does kinda remind me of her... she shook her head suddenly, causing Razzly to reel. NO! Nopony can replace Silver Spoon, not even this cheap wannabe!
“I-Is something wrong, Diamond Tiara?” Razzly asked, confused.
Diamond tiara narrowed her eyes at the filly then huffed. “None of your business!”
“I-I’m sorry,” the filly meekly said. “I didn’t mean to offend you...”
“Yeah, whatever.” Diamond Tiara shrugged.
An uncomfortable silence hung between the two fillies, Razzly sat at Diamond Tiara’s side, hanging her head and fiddling with her forehooves..
Why is she sitting next to me? Diamond Tiara sized up Razzly slightly confused. The more she stared, the more she could see that Razzly wasn’t bothered anymore, she was just fiddling with her socks.
Razzly noticed out of the corner of her eye that she was being watched by Diamond Tiara, the unicorn merely offered a smile.
“What’s wrong with you?” Diamond Tiara asked, a hint of frustration in her voice. “Aren’t you mad?”
“A little, I guess.” Razzly admitted. “But I guess I was being too nosey anyway.” she shrugged. “Plus, excluding from you and my brother, I don’t know many other ponies. Aside from my stuffed friends, too that is.”
“Ugh.” Diamond Tiara groaned. “Help!” she called out, summoning a maid balancing a tray on her back to the two fillies.
From across the room, through a room full of ponies, Screwballs narrowed eyes met with Diamond Tiaras bringing about a chilling sliver of fear to travel up the fillies back causing her to shudder.
Creepy... Diamond Tiara retreated from the piercing gaze of her older sister unknowingly backing up towards Razzly.
“D-Diamond Tiara..?” Razzly blushed.
Quickly, the filly distanced herself from the unicorn and cleared her throat. “It’s my sister.” Diamond Tiara answered, frowning as she noticed the maid had moved on now serving other ponies. “Drat.” she groaned.
“My brother seems to have taken a shine to your sister,” Razzly giggled. “It’s probably her eyes, I think they’re kind of nice.”
“My daddy can’t stand your brother.” Diamond Tiara frankly said.
Razzly sighed, smirking slightly. “Well, big bro has a...reputation around Manehattan.”
“Reputation?” Diamond Tiara echoed. “I don’t know about him.”
Razzly shook her head. “Errr, n-nevermind.” the filly forced an awkward smile.
“I think I see what daddy doesn’t like in him.” Diamond Tiara narrowed her eyes at the stallion who had moved on from her sister and was now chatting up other mares at the party wearing a coy smile.
Diamond Tiara yawned wearily, covering her mouth with a hoof then wiped her watery eyes. Save for a few guests, most of the attendees had filtered out. Slowly, Diamond Tiara began to doze off, leaning against a wall for support.
“As always, Filthy Rich, you throw an absolutely fantastic party.” Mr. Oranges voice rang. “But, I think your little one is all tuckered out.” he added with a posh chuckle.
“I saw her talking with Cotton Clouds little sister the entire time,” Mrs. Orange chimed in. “It was rather adorable seeing the two get along so swimmingly. Poor dear is sleepy now that her friend went home.”
“We aren’t...friends...” Diamond Tiara inwardly groaned, too tired to raise her voice loud enough for anypony to actually hear. “Aaa...forget it.” the filly forced herself to her hooves and drug herself over to her father then leaned on his chest. “Sleepy...no story tonight...bed...”
Filthy Rich smiled and rubbed a hoof gently on through her mane. “Alright, sweetheart,” he gingerly said. “I’ll tuck you in. May I ask a favor of you two, Mr. and Mrs. Orange?” the stallion looked up to the couple in question to find them quietly smiling at his daughter. “Would you mind looking after things while I take Diamond Tiara upstairs?”
“Oh anything for that little angel, Richie.” Mrs. Orange cooed
Mr. Orange nodded. “Leave everything to us, old friend.”
“Thank you.” Filthy Rich smiled. “Climb up, Diamond Tiara.” he whispered to the sleeping filly as he crouched down low enough for her to climb onto his back.
Through half opened weary eyes, Diamond Tiara climbed on her father's back, leaving her hooves dangling off of his sides as she quickly drifted back into her dreams.
Despite his age, Filthy Rich moved up the stairs gracefully. Each step was smooth and even as to not disturb his sleeping daughter that rested on his back. The little walk warmed his heart, in his eyes his daughter could do no wrong. In moments like this, she became his entire world.
After quietly nudging her room door open, he stepped and and slid his precious cargo onto her bed then gently prodded her. “Sweetheart, get out of your dress.” he said in a hushed tone.
“Mnngh...go way...” Diamond Tiara protested, shoving her father's face away as she curled up where she lay intent on sleeping as is.
Filthy Rich smiled and shook his head, prodding her once more. “Diamond Tiara, get undressed, dear.”
The filly sat up and flailed her hooves about, somehow working her attire of at the same time. Once the dress was of she flung it at her father then retreated underneath the sheets.
“Sweet dreams, my little princess.” he whispered, kissing her forehead and making sure she was tucked in tight. Before he left the room he looked back to his daughter once more then smiled, turning the light of and quietly closing the door.
Filthy Rich returned to the foyer and met Mr. and Mrs. Orange waiting for him.
“You really are lucky.” the mare chimed in, cuddling against her husband. “That daughter of yours really is precious, Rich.” Mrs. Orange looked up, blushing brightly wearing a wide smile. “And, if all goes well for you and me, honey...”
“That’s great to hear!” Filthy Rich nodded.
“Yeah,” Mr. Orange nodded. “And hopefully another friend for your daughter.”
“Speaking of Diamond Tiara,” Filthy Rich said, combing over the few remaining houseguests, obviously growing increasingly worried by the moment. “Where...where is Scr---errr...Dazzler..?”
Mr. Oranged looked around then shook his head. Mrs. Orange, however giggled smirking as she motioned to the front door. “I saw those two go out the front door earlier, I think they are in the garden.”
“I swear...not even one day and...” Filthy Rich sighed in defeat. “I miss Ponyville.” he added with a chuckle.
“Say, Richie, I have a question.” Mr. Orange said, tapping a hoof to his chin. “About that daughter of yours, Dazzler, she seems a little...different than what I remember, what happened?”
Filthy Rich shrugged. “I am not quite sure myself. After that whole Discord fiasco in Ponyville, she has never quite been the same. She was always different, but now it seems she takes more pride in that.” he proudly smiled. “That’s my girl.”
The front door creaked open, laughter echoing inside as Screwball and Cotton Cloud trotted in, drenched in water. Filthy Rich's jaw dropped on sight. Mr. and Mrs. Orange laughed shaking their head at their old friends horrified reaction.
“Rich, you really shouldn’t leave your mouth open like that.” Mrs. Orange teased, closing the stallion's mouth with a hoof. “I swear you do love getting flustered.”
“Who knows, they are around each other’s age maybe those two will--” Mr. Orange was cut off by the deathly glare of Filthy Rich. The orange stallion cleared his throat keeping his cool and nodded. “R-right, nevermind then.”
Screwball trotted over with Cotton Cloud beaming a smile at her father who, himself began smiling endearingly.
“Little fountain mishap.” Cotton Cloud smiled, brushing his drenched mane behind his ear. “She’s surprisingly strong!”
“You better go get dry, Dazzler before you get sick.” Filthy Rich said, turning his attention to the aloof Cotton Cloud. “I...will speak with Cotton Cloud.”
Screwball nodded then skipped upstairs, casting one last glance down to Cotton Cloud before disappearing down a corridor.
Mr. and Mrs. Orange nodded to one another then joined the few remaining ponies leaving Filthy Rich and Cotton Cloud alone together. “Son,” Filthy Rich began as he placed a hoof on the stallion's soaking shoulder. “You seem taken with my daughter...We have some talking to do...”
Malleable, Unbreakable: Diamond Tiara
“I really appreciate you helping me with my mane this morning, sis,” Diamond Tiara happily sighed as her sister worked a brush through two her two tone mane, slowly bringing out its natural luster and bouncy volume in the morning sun in addition to the soothing feeling of having her mane bushed. Brushie brushie...
“You girls hurry up!” Filthy Rich's voice called from the other side of the door. “You do not want to be late for your first day of school, Diamond Tiara!” The stallion’s hooves could be heard as he paced just outside the door.
After checking herself once more in her mirror, Diamond Tiara applied the final touches; her tiara and Silver Spoon’s necklace. “Sis, do you think I should wear something? I mean, this isn’t Ponyville, but I forgot to pick an outfit last night...”
Screwball shook her head, beaming an endearing smile, or at least a wider version of her typical expression.
“Hehehe, yeah,” Diamond Tiara confidently nodded. “I look fine already!” The filly hopped out of her chair and gathered her saddle bag from next to her bed. First day of R.P.S . Diamond Tiara smiled to herself. This might not be so bad after all, beats being out in the boonies like Ponyville.
“Sweetheart, are you done?” Filthy Rich called again, obvious impatience in his voice. “I was planning on walking you to school today---”
“DAAAD!” Diamond Tiara whined. “I’m not a foal!” She tore open the door. “I know where the school is!” Diamond huffed.
“No, buts, Diamond Tiara,” Filthy Rich waved a hoof. He paused, and checked the time on his watch, then sighed. “Actually it seems I won’t have the time today, stupid board heads...” the stallion grumbled under his breath, then licked a hoof, rubbing his daughter's cheek..
Diamond Tiara jerked away, furiously wiping her face. I’m not some foal!
Filthy Rich sighed in defeat and smiled. Screwball giggled at the red hue present on her sister’s face.
“I’m heading off!” Diamond Tiara huffed then brushed past her father.
“Have a good day at school, Diamond Tiara!” Filthy Rich called after his daughter.
“Yeah, yeah,” Diamond Tiara shrugged. “See you after school Daddy and sis!” She sang.
Diamond Tiara stepped out of her estate and was greeted by the early rays of the day. The call of the birds rang out as some hovered next to a large flower garden laden with assorted colored flowers. The fountains were running gently, offering a bath to more birds that splashed around in the puddles. Filthy Rich and Screwball appeared behind her, sending her off with a smile. The filly smiled back at them and began down the stone pathway that led through the front gates out onto the sidewalk.
The upper quarter of Manehattan lived up to its namesake. Every lush green tree had a fence around it, the grass that surrounded was equally as healthy. Each house gave off its own unique air of nobility, tailored to the residents taste. The one thing each veritable mansion had in common, was the fact that they were grand and majestic, easily rivaling the grandiose castles of the living quarter of Canterlot that seemed to reach out to the moon once nightfall rolled in.
Diamond Tiara trotted up the street, the grandiose structures were nothing new to her. Every so often, a pony out tending to gardens would wave a hoof at her and smile. Without batting an eye she continued on, pretending to not have noticed. The closer Diamond Tiara came to her destination, the more fillies and colts began to filter in, heading in the same direction. Some of the students, like herself, trotted. Others were in carriages. However, there was one feature everypony else shared that Diamond Tiara did not. Each filly and colt was dressed, in fine attire. Some even shot questioning glances her way upon noticing the pony casual filly.
“Is she REALLY going to Reins?” Diamond Tiara could hear somepony whisper mockingly. “How embarrassing to walk around like THAT!”
Horsefeathers! Diamond Tiara inwardly cursed. I knew I should have been in an outfit! UN-BELIEVEABLE! ! she gritted her teeth together scowling at everypony that was unfortunate enough to meet her gaze.
Contrary to the other buildings of the rest of the upper quarter, the school building was relatively small and was surrounded by a gate yet it still gave off the same aristocratic air. In the courtyard on the side stood lush trees and the blooming flowers of the spring season. Atop the building stood a grandfather clock which read a mere minutes from seven am.
At least I’m on time, Diamond Tiara nodded to herself as she passeed two gossiping fillies by the front gate. I wonder what this school will be like? she wondered. Hopefully the exact opposite of Ponyville.
Inside she could see fillies and colts chatting with one another as they traveled through the tiled foyer. The stairs to the second floor were towards the back right next to a little store with a mare sporting a headband and a large orange afro. A few ponies were crowded next to a billboard, some filtered out with dejected looks as the drug their hooves .
“Excuse me little one,” a voice chirped from her immediate right. “Over here!” Diamond Tiara turned and saw a rather young ginger mare with a rather short mane trailed by a radiant white gown trotting to her, offering a bright smile. “You must be the new filly we were expecting.”
Gah, even the staff is dressed! Diamond Tiara frowned. “Yes, my name is Diamond Tiara,” she answered, dipping her head to the mare.
“My name is Speckle Feather!” The mare said, bowing her head. “Though you can’t see my wings with this thing on,” she added with disdain. “It is nice to see one of our students isn’t sewn together with frills.” Speckled Feather giggled.
The grandfather clock rang throughout the floor, and the few remaining fillies and colts that were left dropped whatever they were doing and began rushing to their classrooms. Some tripped over the clothes they wore. Speckled Feather giggled and shook her head.
“What...was that?” Diamond Tiara cautiously asked, looking to the mare next to her with a worried look.
“Oh, it’s time for homeroom. Here, follow me,” Speckled Feather offered. “I was expecting you, dearie,” she smiled. “You are in ‘110’.”
Oh great, another Cheerilee , Diamond Tiara shook her head. Isn’t THAT great? She chuckled to herself, falling in line behind the chipper mare. “Lead the way,” the filly said motioning with a hoof.
Speckled Feather and Diamond Tiara rounded a corner leading to rows of closed doors on each side of the hallway. And at the very end of the hall sat another stairwell. As they went on, some of the doors they passed resonated with the sounds of the students. Other were deafly silent. Speckled Feather stopped at a door with the number ‘110’ above it.
“I would give you a quick tour, but I don’t want you being tardy to your class!” Speckle Feather beamed. “This is our stop,” the mare sang.
“AWRIGHT!” An angry voice commanded. “Take yer seats!”
“I-Is that my homeroom teacher..?” Diamond Tiara gulped.
Speckled Feather giggled and nodded. “Yes, don’t let Mr. Oak scare you though. He means well. I hope you have a fantastic year here at Reins Private School, Diamond Tiara,” the mare smiled, opening the door.
Suddenly...Ms. Feather doesn’t seem all that bad.
From the inside of the class, an irate silvery coated stallion glared at her. Or at least that what it seemed like, as Diamond Tiara trotted in. In front of the class, she noticed the teacher’s eyes were closed. His expression, judging by his furrowed brows, clearly reflected his feelings. Little shelves stood at the back of the class with assorted knickknacks inside. Diamond Tiara looked to the door to find it closed. And everypony in the class stared at her along with one familiar face that beamed a pained smile.
“Well,” the stallion chuckled. “Ah reckon you must be that filly that done transferred from Ponyville!” He scoffed. “This here filly came runnin back from th’ country t’ the city cause she couldn’t handle it!” He announced to the class, warranting a few chuckles. “And even in a school full of rich ponies, this lil ‘un here IS the rich filly. Why don’t cha innerduce ya self?”
Oh it’s ON NOW! Diamond Tiara hissed. “First off,” the filly stomped. “YOU have no right to speak to ME that way, you BUMPKIN! SECONDLY, you BETTER show me a little more respect than THAT! I spend what YOU make in ALLOWANCES!”
The class collectively gasped, leaving the room silent. Diamond felt pride welling up in her chest, puffing it out like a badge of respect. Mr. Oak snorted then stomped a hoof, the booming sound resonated of the walls silencing the entire class.
“Listen here, y’all!” The stallion announced, then turning to Diamond Tiara in particular. “You get this, young ‘un. Ah am Appleloosa born ‘n bred,” he said placing his hoof over his heart. “So don’t expect any special treatment, ya hear? Granted, it’s nice t’ see a filly that don’t take nothin from nopony,” he nodded. “Don’t let it happen again!” Mr.Oak cautioned. “Now, back in mah day...”
Oh great, here comes his whole life story... Diamond Tiara tapped a hoof impatiently as her teacher began his monologue. Could have at least given me a seat...
“Mr. Oak!” a familiar voice chirped with a raised hoof, interrupting the seemingly endless rant off the stallion.
“Hm, Razzly?” He gruffly answered.
The filly smiled. “Is it alright if the transfer student sat next to me?”
“Yeah sure,” Mr.Oak nodded. “Go sit next to Razzly,” he said motioning with a hoof to the empty desk next to the rosey filly. “Learn you a thing or two.”
Diamond Tiara nodded and did as she was told, taking her seat in the middle of the class, next to her partner. “Oh, name’s Diamond Tiara, by the way,” she innocently announced. “And, I hope to have a WONDERFUL year in your class, Mr. Oak.”
“I think I made a good first impression!” Diamond Tiara lowly sang to Razzly.
“I’ll say!” Razzly nodded, grinning ear to ear. “He’s the worst though, huh?”
Diamond Tiara nodded and giggled. “Yeah!”
“I’m glad to have you here!” Razzly smiled. “Rotten luck for you to get stuck in this class...We’ll just have to hang in there for the rest of a year.”
The other ponies in the class were whispering around her, stealing glances at Diamond Tiara. “Sucks to be the transfer student ending up in crotchety old Oak’s class on the first morning here...” one said to her.
“Yeah,” another added. “You got lucky this time, but he won’t hesitate to suspend you if you try a stunt like that again! Then again, we’re all in the same yacht...”
“Shut yer traps!” Mr.Oak barked. “Now, ah’m about t’ take roll an’ I expect each an’ every one of ya t’ respond in an orderly manner!”
So, this is my life at this new school... Diamond Tiara’s gaze went over the class. Some glanced at her, their judgemental gazes were now endearing and curious. She looked to the only filly she knew. Razzly warmly smiled back, causing Diamond Tiara to smile in turn. Well, at least I know I won’t have to worry about fitting in with my homeroom class mates. The class sat at attention as Mr.Oak scribbled something on the blackboard. “That’ll do fer t’day,” he announced. “Normal classes start t’morrow.”
With that, the class began taking amongst one another. Some got up from their seats and joined friends on the other side of the room, immediately engaged in whatever conversation about what’s in the now.
“So, what do you think?” Razzly said to Diamond Tiara as she gathered a few papers from her desk.
Diamond Tiara shrugged a response. “I guess it wasn’t so bad. It was kinda hard to keep up at some points,” the filly cleared her desk off the few notes she jotted down. “I almost dozed off a couple of times, too!” She added with a giggle.
“Just wait until the after school clubs open up!” Razzly excitedly grinned. “I’m going to join the arts and crafts club, of course,” the filly proudly stated. “What about you? There’s a school paper, maybe you would like something like that?”
“I don’t know,” Diamond Tiara shrugged. “I’ll wait and see. Then make my decision.”
An odd rhythmic chime rang in the class coming from a speaker in the upper corner of the room.
“Attention all teachers,” the voice rang from the intercom.”Please report immediately to the Faculty Office for a brief staff meeting. All students are to return and remain in class and not leave until your homeroom teachers return.”
A silence followed, then the class’s attention fell on Mr.Oak. “Well,” he chuckled. “It looks like ah’ll be back. Y’all best be in this class when ah get back!” As usual, the stallion appeared agitated as he exited the room.
“Ugh, he’s such a pain,” one pony whined from the front of the class.
“Oh quit your griping!” The colt in front of Diamond Tiara scoffed. “Compared to the horror stories I’ve heard, we got off fairly easy.”
“Yeah!” The pony next to her nodded. “I mean, most of the time it was mindless ramblings.”
The two ponies turned around to face Razzly and Diamond Tiara. They bore striking resemblances to one another; auburn coated, yellow eyes, and raven manes. The only real difference, was that one wore a crimson and azure tuxedo. The other wore an inverted version of the same tux.
“You know something...” the colt on the left began.
“That was kind of cool, how you went off on old oak like that,” the other finished.
“Err...yeah. Thanks I guess,” Diamond Tiara looked to Razzly who was giggling. “Razzly, who are these two?” The motioned with a hoof to the two colts.
“They are Gauche and Droite.” Razzly knowingly answered. “Though, I forget which is which,” she tapped a hoof to her chin. “Though, Mr. Oak can tell.”
“Twins, huh?” Diamond Tiara’s eyes darted from the two ponies before locking with the one wearing the red dominate tux. “I don’t know which of you is which, but it must be embarrassing to look EXACTLY like your brother.” she teased. “I mean really, one of you always being in the other’s shadow. “
“Whatever,” both ponies answered, waving a hoof dismissively. “We’re new here, too from Fillydelphia last year. So, we know how hard Oak is going to be on you,” they smiled.
“Yeah, whatever,” Diamond Tiara coolly answered, though slightly creeped out. “What’s taking that teacher so long?” She noted, looking off in no direction in particular.
“Awright ya’ll ah’m back!” Mr.Oak’s cringe worthy voice announced, followed by the old Oak himself.
“Speaking of Discord...” Diamond Tiara snickered to Razzly.
Mr.Oak glared at Diamond Tiara and shook his head. “Nah, luckily fer th’ rest off y’all ya get t’ take off fer home. Go on ‘head n’ git! T’morrow y’all get here bright n’ early fer t’morrows lesson!”
The grandfather clock resonated via the intercom punctuating the end of the day. Without a moment’s hesitation, the students quickly began filtering out of the class.
“Hey, are you going straight home Diamond Tiara?” Razzly asked.
“Yeah, if you don't have plans...” the twin wearing the azure dominate tux added, turning around.
“...maybe we could hang out?” The other finished.
Oh great, here we go, Diamond Tiara sighed. “Actually, I am,” she sharply answered.
“Oh...” Razzly frowned, looking disappointed. “Okay then, some other time?” She suggested with growing hope.
Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, but some other time, Silver Spoon...” she affectionately added with a warm smile.
“Silver...Spoon?” Razzly echoed. “Who’s that?”
Diamond Tiara flinched. “Errr nopony!” She snapped.
Keep it together, Diamond Tiara! The filly chided herself. That fake is NOT our Silver Spoon! Diamond Tiara stepped down from her seat and gathered her saddle bag, trotting over to the back door. “I’ll see you later, Razzly, Gauche, and Droite.”
“Y’okay!” the twins chirped in sync, waving a hoof in unison with the other.
“Bye Diamond Tiara.” Razzly smiled.
“Daddy!” Diamond tiara sang as she trotted inside, instantly greeted by Screwball embracing her in a hug. “Nice to see you too, sis.” Diamond Tiara smiled. “Where’s daddy?”
Screwball shrugged, floating right above her younger sister.
Diamond Tiara yawned, covering her mouth with a hoof. “I’m going to take a quick nap, sis...wake me to eat later.”
Screwball blankly stared. Diamond Tiara shrugged, casually dropping her saddle bags in the middle off the floor as she trotted upstairs. Sweet Celestia, Diamond Tiara yawned. I D id not expect to be this worn out after school...better get used to this I guess, The filly wearily drug herself down the hallway, her hooves knowing the way to their destination beckoned by the promise of respite.
Malleable, Unbreakable: Diamond Tiara
“Have a wonderful day, sweetheart!” Filthy Rich called after his daughter. “Try to make a few friends, honey,” he added with a chuckle.
“Bye Daddy!” Diamond Tiara sang, waving a hoof. “I’ll try,” she giggled.
Diamond Tiara had already begun on her new daily routine to her new life at Reins Private School. The past week was eventful, meeting her other teachers and such. The trot to school gave her time to ponder things. I wonder what that windbag will be going on about today...hopefully, the clubs open today. ANYTHING to make the time after school entertaining
“Hey!” a vaguely familiar voice excitedly called from behind Diamond Tiara.
“It’s that one bold filly from the other day, brother!” another added.
Oh, sweet mother of Celestia, Diamond Tiara groaned. Not those two this early in the morning..! She turned and forced a smile at the twins as they approached on each side of her.
“Oh, don’t you look precious?” The colt on the right, clad in cerulean cooed.
The fiery dressed stallion shook his head. “I don't know, brother, she still has yet to dress for school...”
“The country must have REALLY got to her.” The brothers giggled in unison.
“Okay,” Diamond Tiara sighed. “Look, Tweedle A and Tweedle B, I don’t know if ANYPONY else has said this, but when you two do that; the taking thing, it’s borderline creepy!”
Gauche and Droite glanced at each other then turned their attention to Diamond Tiara, tilting their heads to the side. “What’s a ‘Tweedle’?” They blinked.
“You two, duh.” Diamond Tiara giggled. “Anyway, which of you is which?”
“I’m Droite,” the colt on the left began, puffing out his chest.
“No, I’M Droite,” the crimson clothed pony corrected. “See, I’m on the right.”
The other colt sighed and shook his head. “Well, from another perspective, I’M on the right, so that means I’M Droite, Gauche.”
“No, I’m not the clumsy one!” Retorted the red colt.
“Both of you are equally as LAME!” Diamond Tiara barked silencing the feuding twins. “Now, if you two are going to walk me to school, knock off the arguing!”
Both stallion's glared at one another then snorted. “Fine,” they answered in unison. “Gah-ha! There he goes again!” They whined, stomping a hoof.
“I always imagined students of a private school to show a little...I don't know, I guess more dignity!” Diamond Tiara hastened her stride, unfortunately, the twins were still hot on her hooves and still intent on arguing.
“Well he started it!” The two continued on going back and forth with Diamond Tiara suffering in between, their voices ringing in both her ears. The filly gritted her teeth together and huffed, she clamped her ears onto her head and still couldn’t drown out Gauche and Droites harrowing voices.
“ENOUGH!!!” Diamond Tiara finally roared as she pressed her forehooves against her ears, standing on her rear ones. “For Nightmare Moons sake, SHUT.UP!” A few onlookers attention was drawn to the noisy filly making her feel suddenly uncomfortable.
Gah! Look at what they made me do! Diamond Tiaras face was hot from embarrassment under the eyes of the ponies that passed. The filly picked up her pace looking to the ground so as to avoid eye contact with anypony else.
The twins shrunk back, cautiously keeping a few steps behind her now. “I think we made her mad...” one shakily whispered to the other.
“You THINK?” The other whispered back making sure to not draw the filly’s wrath again. “I thought we made an ursa MAJOR mad at first,” he snickered.
They can’t be this dumb...I traded in the Blank Flanks for THIS?! “I can hear you two, you know!” Diamond Tiara hissed. I don’t see how Silver Spoon put up with even talking to other ponies .
“Nah, as I stated the other day,” Mr Oak announced from the front of the class. “Yer ol teacher here is Appleloosan pride...”
Another. Pointless. Lecture. Diamond Tiara sighed and rested her chin on the desk, trying to tune the windbag at the front of the class out. Looks like he’s going on a rant again , I hope I NEVER act that way when I grow up... She could hear Mr. Oak still rambling on about his past no matter how hard she mentally tried to tune him out. Her eyes wandered to Razzly who was sitting up straight with bright eyes at attention. I don’t see how she does it, he is SO boring! the filly huffed.
“Diamond Tiara!” Mr. Oak sneered, tapping a hoof and leering. “Since ya seem oh SO well versed in th’ hist’ry of Appleloosa, why don’t ya go on ‘n tell me the name of the buffalo chief?”
All eyes turned to Diamond Tiara, she rubbed the back of her head with a hoof and forced an awkward smile. Guess the old stallion was paying more attention than I thought!
“Hey, Razzly!” Diamond Tiara whispered to her friend, out the side of her mouth.
“Chief Thunderhooves,” the filly quickly and quietly replied.
“C-Chief...Thunderhooves..?” Diamond shakily answered.
Mr. Oak snorted. “Well, ah guess that is correct.” he shrugged then turned to the board. “Nah, after a certain group of mares helped patch things up, things between the good ponyfolk of Appleloosa an th’ buffalo tribe ‘ave never been better!” the stallion began to trail on again and Diamond Tiara loosed a sigh of relief.
“Razzly is the one that knew the answer.” Diamond Tiara heard one of her classmates whisper. “And she didn’t even thank her for it!”
“How rude can you be?” another added. “She had some nerve calling Mr. Oak a bumpkin when she acts the same! And she doesn’t even dress up either!”
I’m not rude! Diamond Tiara onwardly protested, scanning the faces off her class unable to pinpoint the source of the mocking voice. Though...I guess I do need to thank Razzly or whatever. If for nothing else than to prove that point!
“Awright, lunch is startin’ soon, so before I ferget, th’ student council has opened fer admission,” he noted. “Be sure ‘n visit the faculty office first so—”
The bell rang, interrupting Mr. Oak, though his students rejoiced and immediately began thinning out of the classroom accompanied by several conversations going on at once. Diamond Tiara looked over to Razzly who was fiddling around in her saddle bag.
“Thanks for the save earlier, Raz.” Diamond Tiara smiled. “I wouldn’t have heard the end of it if Mr. Oak knew I wasn’t paying attention.”
Razzly giggled and shook her head. “Yeah, but try and pay attention more, Diamond Tiara.” she playfully scolded, shoving the magenta filly. “I’m happy that I was able to help you though.”
“I guess,” Diamond Tiara shrugged. “I owe you one though.”
Razzly’s head whipped around with her eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across her face. “Really?!” she gasped. “Then we should hang out after school! The mall isn’t fairy far from here and it’s a nice place too!”
“Alright,” she giggled, Razzly’s unusually cheerful behaviour affecting her. Talk about getting worked up for nothing. And, I guess it gives me something to do. Student council so und s like it’s lame , Diamond Tiara frowned. Oh wait! I think daddy was in the Student council maybe I should try it after all...
“Something the matter, Diamond Tiara?” Razzly’s voice rang, snapping Diamond Tiara away from her thoughts. “You look lost.” The filly added looking worried.
Diamond Tiara shook her head. “Nothing, I was just gonna go see about joining the Student council is all.”
“Really..?” Razzly gasped. “Wow, I didn’t think you would be interested in something like that,” she added with a giggle. “I hope we can still go to the mall later though.” The filly sighed.
I guess the council can wait, one day wouldn’t hurt, I did kinda make plans beforehoof anyway...nopony can ever say Diamond Tiara broke a promise! The filly silently vowed. “On second thought, I’ll look into student council some other time, Raz.”
“‘Raz,’” the pink filly cheered up. “I like that name!” She chirped. “Raaaaazzz!” Razzly squealed.
“So, we are hanging at the mall after school?” The twins chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.”
Diamond Tiara shook her head. “No way,” she rolled her eyes. “I don’t mind hanging out with Razzly, but you two are waaaay too annoying...”
“Awwww,” the colts playfully pouted. “That’s so mean! Razzly,” they turned to the filly smiling innocently. “Can we come too?”
Razzly giggled and nodded. “Sure, could be fun with all of us, Diamond Tiara.”
“Good grief...” Diamond Tiara groaned, letting her forehead fall onto the desk. “What did I just agree to...”
The Manehattan mall. The group of ponies trotted inside the dome like structure and Diamond Tiara began taking in the sight.
The shopping area was relatively small with only a few stores here and there and towards the back dividing the establishment in two, stood possibly the largest attraction. The words ‘Karaoke’ were lit in pink neon above double doors.
In the middle of the quaint mall stood a tall, flowing fountain and nearby benches, identical fountains stood with the same setup near the entrance. Diamond Tiara spotted a small blue and white sign, pharmacy written on it. A security station with a gruff stallion monitoring from within. A cafe that had its doors open housing a few ponies. An arcade seemingly filled with ponies of various colors and ages. A club of some sort which seemed closed at the moment, and another store with a sign in a different language.
“When you said mall, Razzly,” Diamond Tiara sighed. “I thought you meant someplace BIG with ALOT more stores,” she frowned. “This is like a mini mall.”
“Exactly!” Razzly proudly chirped. “It might be small, but there's something about it that the bigger malls don’t have. I mean, I know every store owner here! Although the club sometimes plays loud music. But the ponies are nice! I even got to meet the ‘Dee Jay Pon-3’.”
The upper quarter would never allow loud music to play... Diamond Tiara gasped. “I never knew...wait! That must mean...”
“That’s right,” the twins chimed in. “This mall is part of the lower quarter.” They knowingly nodded. “Our house isn’t too far from here.”
“In fact, there is a little chain of stores on the way to school,” one of the twins started.
“Maybe tomorrow we will show you,” the other continued. “We aren’t exactly all that far from the lower quarter. The detour won’t take too long.”
Diamond Tiara shrugged. “Maybe. You two better not go back and forth again,” she narrowed her eyes.
“If it means hanging out with a bold filly like you,” the blue clothed twin smiled.
“Then we promise to be on our BEST behaviour!” The other twin proudly finished. “Though, you are kind of scary when mad, so there’s another reason to avoid getting on your bad side,” the red colt added with a chuckle.”
“Yeah,” his brother nodded. “Nightmare Moon hath no fury! Or, something like that I read.”
“Hey, where are we going to go first!” Razzly enthusiastically squeaked. “The arcade? The antiques store lady has some pretty neat things! Ohohohoh!! I know! I know!! The karaoke room!!!” she pointed with a hoof to the back.
“How about the arcade, instead, Razzly?” The crimson twin suggested, motioning over to the noisiest looking area of the mini mall.
Razzly frowned. “But..! Oh!” All at once her eyes lit up. “Hey! I think they have that new Dancing Central two game!” The filly gasped then squealed, trotting in place. “Yeah! Let’s go to the arcade instead everypony!”
“Alright,” Diamond Tiara nodded. “I was real good at the first one, why don’t we play fillies against colts?”
“Sure!” the brothers coyly smiled, looking like a trotting mirror. “Try not to cry, girls,” they chuckled. “If you haven’t noticed, we tend to work real well together!”
Diamond Tiara and Razzly looked to one another and nodded confidently. “Sorry boys, but we are like, TOTALLY out of your league.” The two eerily echoed, then giggled.
“You know, Razzly,” Diamond Tiara started. “Talking together like they do is kind of funny.”
The pink filly nodded and grinned. “Maybe we should try doing it more often then! I see why they do it.”
“TO THE ARCADE!!!” The brothers dramatically announced, pointing to the bright room.
Diamond Tiara growled lowly as she and one of the brothers; the one dressed in blue, trotted underneath the burnt orange sky. The twin was chuckling with his chest puffed out proudly.
“You aren’t as good as you made it seem, Diamond Tiara.” the colt playfully teased. “Did you even play the first one at all?”
Diamond Tiara huffed, her head held high, eyes closed, and a frown on her face. “For your information, I DID play the first one once before! I aced the tutorial...”
“The...tutorial..?” The colts smile widened. “You know there is more to it than that...right?”
Even by themselves they are so irritating! “Why are you walking me home, anyway?” Diamond Tiara suspiciously asked, shifting the subject.
“Well, Gauche is taking Razzly, so I figured...I guess I figured I would take you home,” he meekly smiled. “Being a gentlecolt and all.”
He wants something from me! Diamond Tiara huffed and turned her head. “We are here.” she coldly said.
“So, THIS is your place..!” Droite gasped, nodding approvingly. “Make sure you are not late tomorrow!”
Well that’s odd... The more Droite talked, the more intelligent he seemed to sound as opposed to his brother, and upon further inspection, his frame did look a little lithe for an earth pony.
“Wh-What are you staring at me for?!” The colt reeled slightly.
Diamond Tiara shook her head. “Nothing,” she said, starting down the walkway to the front door. The filly paused halfway and looked over her shoulder. “Uhh...thanks, Droite, I guess.” Gah, what is wrong with you, Diamond Tiara?! She scolded herself. Diamond Tiara noticed her father leering from the window. What’s his problem?
“Daddy?” Diamond Tiara stepped inside and was greeted with a tight hug from her father.
“Where were you?” The stallion cooed.
Diamond Tiara groaned and wriggled out of Filthy Rich's grasp. “I was just out with some classmates.”
“THIS late?!” He reeled.
Diamond Tiara looked out the window then returned her gaze to her father and cocked a brow. “It’s still light out...” She noted.
“Yes, but still.” Filthy Rich sighed. “Tell somepony if you are going to be out, alright? I was worried sick...your sister being out is bad enough.”
Diamond Tiara giggled and nodded. “I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to worry you...” She lowered her head, looking up at her father with pleading eyes and a quivering lower lip. This AAAAALWAYS works. The filly inwardly giggled.
Filthy Rich smiled and sighed. “Well, I did tell you to make friends, and I’m happy you did. I suppose I worried a little too much...”
“Hey, where’s my sister, by the way?” Diamond Tiara asked.
Filthy Rich’s expression hardened suddenly. “She’s...out.”
“Out?” Diamond Tiara echoed.
“O.U.T.” The stallion decisively replied.
Diamond Tiara flinched and nodded. “Yes sir...” Her father returned to leering out the window, mumbling something she couldn’t hear. She shrugged it off and made her way up to her room.
“How rude can you be?” Those echoed in Diamond Tiaras mind, she flinched and shook her head, trying to dislodge the sarcastic remark. I proved my point, I showed them! I’m not rude. she nodded. I hung out with them, just because I’m a nice pony like that...right? Of course! And what was with Droite earlier? The filly rubbed throbbing head as she entered her room, kicking the door closed as her frustration grew. ...Gah! My head hurts! This is all too irritating! I need some rest...
