A Scarred Past

"Cupcake!" Mr cake yelled" where are you?" "I'm in the kitchen" mrs cake replied. "Could you come over here real quick" he said back. We could hear here footsteps coming and I was starting to get nervous.

She appeared, she looked like a middle aged mare with a blue coat and swirly red mane and tail. "Why who is this?" she asked. "I found her next to a trashcan in the back" mr cake cut in. "Dear why were you in the trashcans, don't tell me you don't have a home?" I just shook my head and stared at the ground. "Huh, come with me dear" she commanded

She sat me at a countertop, the shop was empty, but by the look of there hardly being any treats rush hour just ended everyone was probably watching the parade. She came back with a rainbow frosted cupcake which I ate hungrily with no self control. It tasted sweet and delicious with a hint of lemon.

"It was delicious, thank you" I said " no problem dear" she replied what's your name she asked" pinkamena Diane pie" I answered. "That's a mouthful, how about we call you pinkie pie?" She asked. "Ok" was all I said.

"Hmmm, well since you don't have a home how about you stay with us. We're going to move our shop in a few days to a place called ponyville and it has a upstairs loft we aren't going to use." "I-I-I-" I stuttered" thank you" I finally said.

"Your welcome dear, what kind of people would we be not to get you a home" she said. As it turns out they let me stay but in return they taught me how to bake to help them in the kitchen when they needed it, soon it was time to pack up and move to ponyville.

Don't worry ponyville isn't the end it's only just the beginning oh and feel free to comment