The first thing I saw of my life was a tiny spark of my parents' coat, also a part of their face, which seemed to smile. I closed my eyes back up again, sleeping for the first few hours of my life.
Ever since, I lived on a rock farm, with my sisters and parents. I never knew why, but I never saw a smile since my first sight. Everyday was now gloomy, no smiles, no nothing, everywhere I look, just rocks and more rocks.
Today, I was moving rocks with my own nose and hooves, as usual. I found Maud, and asked her if we could play. "No" she would say. I considered her as my friend, but I'm not sure if I was her friend. All we seemed to do was talk in the dark, cloudy days as we pushed the rocks. Our father said that we needed to move the rocks from the east field, to the south field. He would say it was important to other ponies, including myself and my family. I never understood why though. I obeyed my father though, as I started pushing the rocks once again. It was cold, and the trees seemed to dance a sad dance, while the wind blew across the sky, like a carpet weaving through the floor. The sky seemed lonely. And so was I. I never got to play any more, and all I did was, well, work. I asked my other sisters, Marble and Limestone, if they could play, but of course, they said no. I sat down, holding back tears. It seemed as if nopony cared for me, nopony wanted to be my friend or play with me.
A few months past, and we were still moving rocks. Rock, rocks, all I see now are rocks. We seemed to have only moved an inch since where we were a few months ago. And ever so slightly, the field that we were supposed to get the rocks to, seemed to become further and further away, making the journey even longer, lonelier, and more miserable every second to even bare. All I eat nowadays, are wheat and oats. I tried not to think about it, as I was hungry and didn't want to ruin my appetite by thinking about stuff growing in the yard. The yard, it was a bare landscape, filled with weeds and dead grass. A few dead trees and other plants lived there. Everyday, I would have to go there, see the loneliness and bareness of the place, just to move rocks. Everyday, it seemed to be getting colder, wind blowing endlessly, weaving through the trees and making cold for the land. I would be done for if it started snowing, because all I could where was ROCKS. I'm not joking. We practically live off of rocks, considering how much we have of it.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie!", my mother called my name for dinner. My name, it was the the only name in the family that wasn't related to rocks, not including Maud. And now that I think of it, Maud is probably the only pony that I'm close to. The only other difference, really, was our colours. I was a dull pink, while she was grey.
"Go wash up, and meet your father and I here for dinner.", said my mother, again. I went to the wash room. I looked at my hooves as I was rising them to meet the edge of the sink. They had bits of dust everywhere with dead and dried up grass and plants, as dirt laid across the top of them like a brown, dirty blanket.
I ate, slept and awoke again to find myself, again, nudging rocks little by little. I hated this process. It took the most amount of work and wasn't fun at all. I continued the process of moving rocks, and more rocks, until something happened.
Author's Note
Yay.
New story.
Pinkie.
I was in the process of pushing a small rock when I heard something. I looked up, to see a massive rainbow circle thingy. It puffed my mane and tail. I didn't know what it was, but it filled me up with so much happiness, so much light, it was like a miracle: I smiled for the very first time in a way too long time. I was so happy, I wanted everypony else to be as happy as me, and feel the love, and light that I'm experiencing. So, I went into the tall cellar building next to our house, and looked around. It was a bit dusty and dirty, but it was for a special cause. I searched around until I found it: a box full of stuff. It was filled with streamers, hats, banners, balloons, and other really fun stuff. I sneaked inside the house, tip hooving my way in. I gathered some ingredients and went back outside. I started decorating the cellar, putting steamers here, putting banners there.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie! It's dinner time!", shouted my mum, but I paid no attention. Instead I just kept on hanging up balloons. I stayed in there all night, still getting ready for my surprise. I finished hanging up the stuff, and went back down to where my ingredients were. I got a bowl, and started stirring and stirring. It took a lot of effort but I finally managed what I was making: what I called a Cake. I started to put it down, but I saw the sun rising through the window. The sun seemed to light the whole sky up, not that it didn't do it anyway, and spread happiness this time. But I needed to hurry up. I finished placing the cake and other things down, cleaning up, and getting organized, just as my mother called me for breakfast.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie, come an-", my mum paused, "What are you doing in there Pinkamena Diane Pie?", said my mother, sounding shocked. I came outside.
"I need you, father, and the sisters to come in right now! Hurry!", which is probably the only time I talked for a long time. They came in, and looked. They stared. I didn't know what to think. Were they mad, were they sad, were they as happy as I am?
"Do you like it?", I said with a big smile planted on my face, "I call it a PARTAY!" They just stared.
"You... you don't like it.", said me, smile turning into a frown.
Then it happened, all of them, every single one of them smiled!
"You like it! You really like it!", I said smiling and dancing. We danced, played, ate the cake, and most importantly, smiled.
The party was over. I was disappointed but also tired.
For some reason, neither or my parents talked to me after the party. Confused as I was, I was too tired to make sense of it. Marble and Limestone went back inside the house silently as well, walking next to Mother and Father. The only pony who stayed was Maud.
Maud looked at me. She stared. Her eyes were as empty and cold and emotionless as they always were, but, after a while, she smiled! It was an even bigger smile than she had possessed during the party, and I couldn't help but smile widely too, my tiredness forgotten.
Then she spoke: "Pinkie, look." She pointed to my flank, and I turned my neck to look at it.
There were three balloons stamped onto it, two blue and one yellow. My eyes widened and I lifted a hoof to scrub at the area, unsure if what I was seeing was actually there.
It didn't come off.
"You got your cutie mark, Pinkamena," Maud said flatly, confirming my fears.
"My... My..." I couldn't even say it. My cutie mark? How was that possible? How could a rock farmer, like me, get a cutie mark that looked like three balloons?
No wonder why my parents had ignored me after the party. They were ashamed of me.
My sister wrapped her forelegs around me and pulled me close in a comforting embrace. "What's wrong, sister?"
I sniffled. "They're not--not rocks."
"What's wrong with that?"
"You're cutie mark is a rock! Mother's is a rock! Father's is pickax made of a rock!" I sighed. "How can I be a rock farmer without a rock cutie mark? How can I stay here?! I'm never going to be able to move rocks again!"
"Pinkamena, you hate moving rocks."
"Well, I don't hate my family!" I pulled away from Maud, hanging my head. I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I couldn't stand the thought of... "If my special talent isn't rock-farming, I'll have to move away. I can't stay here anymore--not when I have BALLOONS as a cutie mark! I... I'll... I'll have to leave you behind!"
Maud lifted my head up with her hoof. "Pinkie, you're overreacting. We won't force you to move out, we love you, you're our family, nothing changes that. And if no one else sees that, I'll make sure they do."
I started to tear up, but from happiness instead of pain. "Aw! I love you, Maud. You're the bestest, greatest, amazing-est sister that I could ever-ever-ever ask for!" I took another look at my flank, now adorning my cutie mark. I didn't know what it meant just yet, but I knew I'd have Maud to help me figure it out.
Hugging her with all the strength I had, I suddenly made a realization.
I had gotten my cutie mark. I'd gotten my cutie mark! "I GOT MY CUTIE MARK!"
I'd never screamed or smiled that hard all my life.
Author's Note
Yay, Pinkie got her cutiemark!
Pinkie can talk again...
