Silver Belle

Sweetie Belle was still in shock, those words constantly echoing in her mind. “Sweetie Belle with Silver Spoon…” “Silver Spoon…” “Silver Spoon…” She couldn’t believe it. She just wanted to drop off the face of Equestria. She got home, and her sister, the famous seamstress, was hard at work.

“Oh, hello, Sweetie Belle! How was school?” Rarity was running about the place, driving herself crazy like never before.

“It started out pretty good. Canterlot School of Arts chose our class to make the poster advertising the drama club’s new play.” Sweetie Belle responded, confused as to what could’ve made her sister so worked up this time.

“Ooh, what a coincidence. They have asked me to make the costumes for the new play. I have to keep working, or I’ll be late for opening night.”

“Uh, Rarity, opening night’s two months away. And you only need to make five costumes.”

“Yes, but I have to remain consistent with the time period in which the play is set. The style they had back then was very complicated; it takes many years to perfect. But I don’t have that kind of time. I have to keep practicing until I have something passable.”

“Rarity, you’re the best dressmaker in all of Equestria. I’m sure they’re confident in whatever you bring them.” And if you haven’t seen the kind of things she made, you are wasting your time. She really has reached stardom all across Equestria. I’m surprised this fame has gone to her head.

“Sorry, Sweetie, but I can’t take that sort of risk with a project like this. These people will probably flip out if the costumes aren’t historically accurate.”

“Since when do high school students care about historical accuracy?” For once, Sweetie Belle seemed to have a point.

“You don’t know what kind of people they have in Canterlot, let alone an arts school in Canterlot.”

“If you say so, sis. I’ve got to start thinking of ideas so my partner and I can start working.”

“Partner? You have a partner for this?” Rarity was quite intrigued; she completely halted her rush to get work done to hear about it.

“Yeah. Ms. Cheerilee assigned us each a project partner. We weren’t allowed to pick our own.”

“Because of what Snips and Snails did last year?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, who’s your partner, Sweetie?”

Sweetie Belle nearly choked on her words, but managed to mutter the name she loathed so much. “Silver Spoon.”

Rarity was quite shocked to hear that. “What?! Cheerilee paired you with Silver Spoon?! Has she gone mad?!”

Sweetie Belle did think that comment was amusing, but somehow managed not to laugh. “It’s not like it was random; she did say she examined our work ethic from last year and based our partnerships off of that.”

“Wow! I would think she’d get paired with Diamond Tiara.”

“Everypony probably felt that way. I’ll bet she’s more surprised and upset than I am.”

Surprised?  Yes. Upset? Not on your life, sport. Silver Spoon was walking home with Diamond Tiara, and Diamond Tiara was quite bothered; you could tell by the way she was yelling.

“I can’t believe we have to do our projects with those lame blank flanks. Can you believe it Silver Spoon?”

“Not at all,” Silver Spoon said, trying very hard to not express her happiness about the fact that Diamond Tiara was not her partner this time. “I never thought that I’d be paired with anypony other than you.”

“Yeah. I’m like, the only real friend you have. How could you even work with somepony else?”

“I’m not entirely sure, Diamond Tiara.” They finally got home, and Filthy Rich was getting ready to leave somewhere.

“Well, hello girls.” Rich said when he noticed them almost home.

“Hi, dad.” Diamond Tiara said bitterly.

“Hi, Mr. Rich” said Silver Spoon, still not comfortable with addressing him as her father, even though legally he was.

“How was school?” he wondered.

“We started this art project, and Ms. Cheerilee assigned me Silver Spoon to work with those Cutie Mark Crybabies.” Rich could tell that his biological daughter was upset, but his adoptive daughter was just fine.

“Now, Diamond Tiara, you know what I’ve told you about saying stuff like that about Apple Bloom. Granny Smith is an old family friend, and-”

“Actually,” Silver Spoon decided she should interject “she got paired with Scootaloo, and I’m paired with Sweetie Belle.”

“Oh, then that’s fine, honey. Say what you want.” Filthy Rich was a complicated man. Granny Smith was the reason his grandfather was able to go into business many years ago, so he had a lot of respect for all the members of the Apple family. They even invited him to join the Apple family reunion one time, but agreed that it wouldn’t have been the best idea considering Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom have a never-ending feud going between them. But even though he really respected Apple Bloom, he had no regard for the other Crusaders whatsoever. But now he had to ask “Silver Spoon, how come you seem fine with your partner?”

But Silver Spoon had it already figured out. “To be honest, I feel there’s no reason to complain. Ms. Cheerilee did say that she took careful consideration when she chose our partners, and I think that mourning the inevitable is a waste of time.”

“Well, I appreciate the honesty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for a business meeting. See you later, girls; the chef will have dinner ready at exactly 6 o’clock.” Then he left. Diamond Tiara went to her room to pout, as usual, while Silver Spoon finally got to be happy about not having to work with her. She then gathered her things and made her way to the Carousel Boutique, where her new partner would be impatiently waiting to arrive.