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I woke up to a loud banging at my door. I looked at the time. 9:42. Usually, it wouldn't be that late if my day hadn't sucked so bad, but I was so tired I didn't want to get up. I didn't bother to.

The door opened, and Dad came in.

"Diamond Tiara, sweetie, are you alright? I got a call from your principal."

"I'm fine dad." I groaned, "Just let me sleep."

"No, I want to make sure you're okay. Cm'on, get up." Dad replied.

I just groaned and tried getting up.

I remember it hurting. A lot. I screamed. It was probably louder than I thought, because dad called for the house staff to help.

Three ponies came flooding in; whose names I never cared to remember. Two mares, one stallion.

One of the mares, a golden unicorn with an orange mane and blue eyes exclaimed, "I'll get the medicine kit, and the ice packs!"

The other two ponies tried to find out how bad it was.

I was too tired to care, and I passed out again.

I awoke to the sound of beeping.

"Mr. Filthy Rich-" a pony began to say, but I heard my Dad's voice.

"Mr. Rich." he corrected.

"Mr. Rich, I'm sure Diamond Tiara is going to be fine. She just needs to take some pain relievers and bed rest. Send her back to school in a week, and have a teacher supervise her." the pony said.

I opened my eyes and moaned, then yawned. I sleepily looked at Dad and another pony across him. He had a white coat. A doctor?

I scanned the room; white, shiny, and clean. Am I in the hospital?

There was a clock nearby; it read 11:37.

"Dad?" I asked, still tired as ever.

Dad looked over. "Oh, Diamond Tiara, it's so nice to see that you're okay! I am going to press charges against that foal's family! What was her name?"

"I'm tired." I replied.

"I'm sure her name wasn't 'I'm tired', Diamond Tiara. Tell me, please. You were badly beaten, and I must know the name, and now." Dad demanded.

"Uh..." I said.

What was her name again? I thought. I was so tired I couldn't even remember.

"That bucking filly did brain damage, didn't she? I'm going to bucking get those parents, and their little bucking shit of a child, too." Dad mumbled in anger.

"Can I go back to bed?" I asked.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Daddy will take care of this." Dad cooed.

And so I did.

I woke up in the same hospital, but this time it was morning and I woke up remembering everything that happened to me the previous day.

I didn't think I was in the hospital though, and instead, I thought I was at school, and my pillow was Sparkling Diamond and she was trying to sneak up behind me.

"Not this time!" I screamed, and I attacked my pillow, despite the pain.

I kicked and punched, and then a doctor came running in and then I snapped back into reality, and Sparkling Diamond turned into my pillow.

"Are you okay, Diamond Tiara? Do you need anything?" he said, in a concerned tone.

"I-I just had a nightmare." I stammered.

"Well, you have a visitor. Let me tell you the name. Crystal Crown? Is that recognizable?" he asked.

My eyes widened. Crystal Crown? That was my sister. I haven't seen her since last year, when I was going into fifth grade and she was going to be a freshman in college. She never really liked to talk, and often kept quiet and stayed in her room. It was like she didn't even live with us. We drifted apart, and I could never tell whether she was home or not. I decided to stop worrying about her and assume she was fine...she acted like she didn't want me to. So I stopped caring. She was beautiful like me, and she had my same mane pattern as me, but her mane was emerald instead of purple. And her fur was white, with blue eyes like mine. Her cutie mark was, well, a crystal crown.

"Yeah, she's my sister." I replied.

The doctor left, and after a few minutes, Crystal Crown entered, wearing her crown she got from mom. Looking at it saddened me.

When mom was born, she got two gifts; a diamond tiara, and a crystal crown from her mom and dad. Her mom gave her the tiara, her dad gave her the crown. She told us she wore each one every other day. Say she wore the tiara on Monday, then on Tuesday, she would wear the crown. And then on Wednesday she would wear the tiara again. And so on. Mom told us she named us after her crown and tiara because she loved us so much.

When I was three years old, mom got very sick. She made a will, and wrote in it. "I dedicate my diamond tiara to my daughter, Diamond Tiara. And I dedicate my crystal crown to my daughter, Crystal Crown." She died two months later. It's the most valuable, non-living thing I have in my life.

But I think why Crystal was so quiet was because she was so saddened by mom's death. She was much more bright and cheery before mom died.

"Hi, DT." she said, shyly.

"Hi, CC." I replied.

"Are you okay? Dad told me you got severely hurt by a filly at school." she said, walking up to me, "Explain the story."

And so I did.

"Dating? In sixth grade? That's ridiculous! You should at least wait until you're thirteen, maybe even fourteen, to start dating. Not eleven. Those foals are ridiculous." she said.

"Dating or not, for her to snap out on me like that for such a stupid reason is ridiculous." I replied.

"No wonder why dad wants to press charges. I'm sure to help you two out at court." she said.

Oh, court. Yeah, I forgot about that part. Dad sometimes went to court for business reasons, but they never involved me. I sighed.

"I just hope things will turn out to be okay...I never wanted to move, CC. I never wanted to move..." Tears began forming in my eyes.

"Hey, shh." Crystal Crown said, stroking my mane as tears went down my cheeks.

"It's okay, Diamond Tiara. Y'know, the same thing happened to me when I was a filly your age?" Crystal said.

"What? How?" I sniffled.

"After mom died, Dad was so devastated even looking at the house would make him cry himself until he faints. We lived in Manehatten. It was a nice house. Anyways, we moved to Ponyville, where he hoped to get some relief and be able to move on. You don't remember moving?" Crystal asked.

"No, I don't. The only thing I remember from eight years ago was mom's death." I grunted.

"Well, anyways, I wasn't accepted at my new school. It was a very old school, it was on the verge of collapsing. It wasn't ponies from Ponyville that hurt me, they were fine. It was the Fillydelphia ponies. I stood up for myself, but I still ended up at the bottom. Grades sixth through eight were Hell on Equestria. Finally, when I went to Ponyville High, they tore down the school, and all of my bad memories were washed away with that terrible place. They sent the middle school kids to Fillydelphia. Things got better, I got popular, and it was fun." she said, "What I'm trying to tell you, Diamond, is that it will get better."

I sniffled, "I was supposed to go to Ponyville Middle School, they built a brand new one. But now I'm stuck at this one. CC, how long will it take?"

"A few days, a few months, a few years. I don't know, DT. I can't tell time. But I can tell you it will get better." she replied.

"Are-are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure, DT." she said, and gave me a light hug, "I promise."

I think I found a third living thing that I care about.