The Life of Derpy (Head Canon)

   Spit Fire thought for a while from day to day about the struggles that were overtaking the lives of her and Ditzy, but especially Ditzy. Spit Fire wanted her to get away from all the chaos in Cloudsdale. All the teasing because of her simple imperfection, not to mention the little incident it caused at the rally. She didn’t want to keep her surrounded by all the hate that she was receiving by almost everypony around. It was just tearing the heart of the little filly. Until Spit Fire decided to take action.

         “Yes. Yes Ms. Cheerilee. She’ll be ready. When could I bring her?” a voice was speaking on the other end of the phone. “Okay next Monday? Alright she’ll be ready. Thank you, goodbye.” Ditzy came into the room eating a muffin, “Who was that?” she asked with a full mouth. Spit Fire hung up the phone and turned to Ditzy. “Ditzy baby I need to talk to you.” Ditzy sat straight down happily listening while munching down on her muffin. “Ditzy how would you like it to go to school with other children?” Spit Fire said softly.

         “No.” said Ditzy firmly, “All the other kids make fun of me.” “Oh no, no, no, these are different kids.” cooed Spit Fire, “You’ll get to see unicorns and earth ponies too! Wouldn’t that be exciting?” “I guess,” said Ditzy, “But unicorns and earth ponies can’t be in Cloudsdale.” “Oh well see that’s the thing sweetie. You wouldn’t go to school here in Cloudsdale.” Ditzy was confused, “Then where is this?”  Spit Fire looked hard at Ditzy, “Ditzy, we’re gonna go to school in Ponyville.” “Ponyville?” Ditzy copied, “What’s that?” “It’s a lovely town on the ground below Cloudsdale where every kind of Pony lives together.” replied Spitfire. Ditzy thought about this. “Trust me you’ll love it! You can make tons and tons of great friends.” “No.” said Ditzy with a frown. “Nobody wants to be friends with me, because of my stupid eyes.”

         Spit Fire sighed heavily, “Ditzy, don’t worry what everyone thinks about your eyes, they are beautiful, but no one else sees that because…” Spit Fire paused, “because there too blind themselves to see the real perfection in you.” Ditzy thought about this some more and with some uncertainty gave in, “Okay I guess. Let’s do it.” Spit Fire chuckled, “Don’t worry honney you’re gonna love it.” ,giving her a heart felt hug.

         In following days, Spit Fire and Ditzy flew all the way down from Cloudsdale. As they descended Ditzy looked back up into the sky and saw her home fading farther and farther into the clouds. She looked down and saw the sight of Pony Ville getting bigger and bigger. They landed in the middle of the street. “Okay,” said Spit Fire, “The school should be right up here.” They walked down the street, passed lots of shops, and other different types of buildings past other ponies of all types. Ditzy saw Street Show Unicorns levitating objects and Earth ponies striding around carrying baskets of fruits and vegetables from one place to another. She even saw other Pegasus' flying around from place to place, but they were different than the ones in Cloudsdale... “This place is really different.” whispered Ditzy to Spit Fire. “I know hunny, believe me though you are going to love it here.”

        As they strode others began to notice two things; The famous Wonder Bolt Spit Fire and her little googly eyed companion. Other ponies stared at them as they went by. “I think there staring at my eyes.” said Ditzy softly to Spit Fire. “Geeze, don’t get so self-centered.” teased Spit Fire, “Your eyes are cool but I’m famous too you know.” She winked at Ditzy. Ditzy smiled and moved forward.

       They came across a tall building where several fillies and foals were playing in the fore grounds. One blue foal was chasing a pink filly, “Tag you’re it Pinkie!” yelled the blue pony. “Oh no you don’t!” exclaimed the little filly as she chased back after him.

          “Is that school?” asked Ditzy. The sign clearly read “Ponyville Orphanage” but Spite Fire guessed Ditzy wasn’t able to read or she had not yet come across this term before. “Uh no.” said Spit Fire “That’s a place where ponies drop off their children for a little bit while they work. Like school, but not quite.” This little “lesson” was to be saved for some other time. “Why aren’t I going there?” asked Ditzy. “Cause you’re going to learn. Not play.” “Awe.” Ditzy frowned. “Don’t worry hun,” Spit Fire chuckled “you’ll get to play lots also.”

        As they walked on Spite Fire looked back towards the Orphanage seeing all the children playing happily, especially the two blue and pink children. She thought of what it could’ve been like if Ditzy was among them, if she herself hadn’t jumped into Ditzy’s life... Thank Celestia...

        They walked and then finally came to a red brick school house with a playground in front. Ditzy saw other kids walking in side and some playing on the swing set and monkey bars. They were laughing, and talking amongst themselves. She saw all sorts of different ponies. Some were tall and bulky and others were small and thin. She saw different colored Pegasus, like her, and unicorns. They all had different colors in their manes and all sorts of little accessories on them.

      This was much different from Cloudsdale where everyone was mostly the same. Here Ditzy felt comfortable. She and Spit Fire walked inside and met a beautiful Pink Earth pony with a puffy cotton candy colored mane.

        “Are you Ms. Cheerilee?” asked Spit Fire as she approached the desk. “Ah hello,” Cheerilee greeted them warmly. “I am,” She said “and you are?” “We talked over the phone a few days ago. I’m Spit Fire and this is…” “Oh yes I remember and you must be Ditzy!” Cheerilee turned to Ditzy. “I’m so glad to meet you sweetie. Why don’t you go play with some of the other kids and get to know them before class starts. Ditzy walked outside. Cheerilee turned to Spit Fire. “ I believe I remember you telling me about her little, um, situation” she said to Spit Fire. “Yeah I know we’ve had some troubles lately in Cloudsdale about it. You don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem here do you?” asked Spit Fire. “Well I have to admit,” said Cheerillee sympathetically, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she got a little word about it. But honestly, I don’t know about Cloudsdale ,but this sort of thing can be easily over looked. The other children might even look at it as more of her just being silly than what it actually is.” Spit Fire nodded at this. “But let me ask you,” Cheerilee continued, “How does she normally handle the whole thing?” “Well…” Spit Fire started, “It really isn’t the physical problem that gets to her. I guess it’s just the rejection that she faces so often that really counts. But the answer is that she’s gotten to a point where she takes it as an everyday thing. So it doesn’t really affect her as much as it use too.” Cheerilee nodded. “But that was only from afar.” Spit Fire continued, “This would be the first time that she actually interacts with others face to face. So I just don’t know.”

        “I see.” said Cheerilee, “We’ll have to see what happens. Best thing to do is to let her overcome all this and learn look past it.” “We’ll see.”

       Outside Ditzy approached a small group of fillies playing jump rope. “Hiya!” welcomed Ditzy. They all stopped and looked at her. “Uh, hullo.” One of them said. “Watcha doin?” asked Ditzy. “Playing jump rope.” said another. “Haha, your eyes are funny.” chuckled the third “Yeah! Pretty huh?” Ditzy said proudly. “Ha yeah sure.” said the pony,

       “Can I try?” asked Ditzy. “Try what?” one of the fillies asked, “The rope silly!” Ditzy said. “Oh um, yeah sure.” They handed Ditzy the rope and Ditzy began spinning it. As she jumped she sang “Sugar plums toodaloo how many jumps can ya do. Can you jump and even stride before you reach the number five? One, two, thre…” As Ditzy attempted her jump she lost coordination and stumbled down, taking the rope with her. The rope was tangled around her wings and she struggled to get up. Ditzy laughed while slightly embarrassed “Hehe five.”

      “Ahahahahaha!” laughed the girls at Ditzy, pointing at her in the tangled mess. Other kids who saw what had happened also chuckled to themselves. The girls walked away as Spit Fire and Ms. Cheerilee came out. “Oh my…” exclaimed Cheerilee “Oh…” sighed Spit Fire, both she and Cheerilee looking at Ditzy, “Well I um, better get going.” said Spit Fire, “Have a good day and um good luck, if anything happens you know, give me a shout.” “Oh Ms. Fire” called Cheerilee “If anything does occur where might I find you?” “Oh well I’ll just be around, but more specifically we bought a place on Cherry Bloom Lane, near the old inn. I’m having some movers helping me out so I’ll just be, you know, around.”

   The bell rang and all the children began to go into the school and got ready for class. Ditzy finally got untangled from her binds of jump rope and walked in with the other fillies and foals.

      “Okay class.” said Ms. Cheerilee as she approached the front of the class with everyone in their seats. Ditzy was sitting quietly with a smile. “Now even though school has been in session for a while, we still have a new student joining us today. Please welcome Ditzy…” Cheerilee looked at a paper on her desk, “Doo Hooves. Please welcome Ditzy Doo Hooves, Ditzy?”

       Ditzy proudly got up from her desk and did a small gallop to the front of the class room. She smiled proudly among everyone else. “Now Ditzy here,” continued Ms. Cheerilee “Is from Cloudsdale. Isn't that correct?”  “Yup and my um… aunt, is a Wonder Bolt.” added Ditzy. “Wow a Wonder Bolt! That’s so cool!” cried a blue Earth Pony named Berry Swoosh. “Now if any of you have questions for Ditzy they may be asked after class.” “What’s wrong with your eyes?” blurted an orange Earth filly “Are all Pegasus is Cloudsdale like that?” “Carrot Top!” snapped Ms. Cheerilee. “Oh it’s okay Ms. Cheerilee.” soothed Ditzy. Then she spoke to the orange filly. “It’s actually a problem with my brain. I can get a little clumsy sometimes and my eyes are just a little affect I think.” “It’s weird.” said Carrot Top, “Carrot Top!” snapped Ms. Cheerilee, “Just saying…”  “I want you at my desk later young lady.” said Ms. Cheerilee scowling at her. Ditzy sighed as she went back to her desk.  “Yeah, I know.” She responded under her breath.

       “Now class I’m going to tell you your assignment to work on for the next few weeks.” announced Ms. Cheerilee. “You all know that Nightmare Night is almost here, where we have fun and games and get candy.” “Yeah!” cheered the class. “Well,” continued Ms. Cheerilee, “Were going to host the Nightmare Night Talent show. I want each and every one of you to come up with a skit, a song, or a little performance of your chosen talent. Who knows? This might be the chance some of you earn your cutie mark.”

        Ditzy smiled. All the kids started talking amongst themselves about the possibilities of earning a cutie mark. “Now along with your acts, I want you all to come dressed in an elaborate, creative costume. I just know all of you can come up with something spectacular!” Several of the students started talking about what they were going to wear. “I’m going to dress as a witch!” cried one foal. “I’m going to be a serpent!” cried another. As Ditzy walked home after class she passed by kids talking about all sorts of costume and talent ideas. That and, the weird eyed new kid.

       Ditzy approached the building that she and Spit Fire were staying for the time. She entered and climbed a stairwell inside that let to their apartment. It was a very nice, clean cut place.

         “So? How was your first day!” asked Spit Fire as she warmly greeted Ditzy. “Oh it was good.” replied Ditzy gloomily, “Oh, c’mon.” teased Spit Fire “Something’s up. What is it?” Ditzy was lead into the kitchen, “Well Nightmare Nights coming up and we’re doing a Nightmare Night Talent Show for all of Pony Ville.” They both sat down at a table. “Wow!” jeered Spit Fire, “That sounds exciting! What ya gonna do?” “That’s the thing.” frowned Ditzy, “I don’t know what I can do. I can’t do anything.” “Awe cheer up kid.” said Spit Fire. “You’ll find something. There’s gotta be something out there for you to think of...anything.  Every pony has a special something that wows everyone. It’s what defines them and this could be your chance to prove it.” “I don’t know.” sighed Ditzy, “We also have to wear a costume.”  “Even more fun!” exclaimed Spit Fire. “What ya gonna be?”  “I don’t know that either.” Ditzy pouted.  “Don’t worry. I know you’ll think of something. Experiment with new things and you’ll see.” comforted Spit Fire

          For the next few weeks Ditzy tried and tried to come up with something to preform or wear. All the other children were already  practicing their routines after school. Some ponies by themselves and others in small groups. Ditzy tried different things, but would just make a fool of herself due to the lack of "proper coordination".

        She tried jump roping, hoola-hooping, and even a magic act, but nothing fit. The time started to grow near and Ditzy grew frustrated in fear that she wouldn’t be ready in time.

             It was the night before Nightmare Night. Ditzy sat in her room discouraged. Her mind was racing more than ever. She began to lose hope. “You really haven’t come up with anything?” asked Spit Fire as she entered Ditzy’s room. “Nothing.” said Ditzy, “I can’t do anything like what the other kids are doing.” She said, “Well kid. The idea wasn’t to come up with something everyone else is doing.” explained Spit Fire, “It’s a talent show. You choose something that only you enjoy doing. Something that you want to show off to them that defines you. It’s not that hard. Choose something different and unique.” “Different and unique” echoed Ditzy.  She thought about it for a minute then jumped up, “I’ve got it!” she squealed. “You do? That was quick. Let’s hear it.” “Nope.” snapped Ditzy, “What? No? Why not?” asked Spit Fire. “It’s a surprise!” exclaimed Ditzy, “You’ll see tomorrow.” “A surprise?” repeated Spit Fire, “Yep! Now, I gotta get ready.” Ditzy shooed Spit Fire out of her room. “But Ditzy,” stopped Spit Fire, “Are you sure you’ll be able to pull it off by tomorrow?” “Yes!” answered Ditzy, “But what about a costume?” “I’ve got it down.” said Ditzy as she shooed Spit Fire out of the room and closed the door behind her and went to work.

             The next day came and the evening soon fell upon Pony Ville. Children went from house to house gathering candy, dressed in all sorts of costumes. The darkness began to fall and everyone gathered in Pony Ville square near Town Hall. In the center a brightly lit stage was in place with shiny red curtains on either side. A big banner was hung across the stage in multiple colors that read “Nightmare Night Talent Show”.

           Ponies of all sorts, young and old, were chatting amongst themselves as they waited all gathered in front of the stage for the show to begin.

      Back stage Ms. Cheerilee was in a bundle, organizing and placing all the students. They were huddled together around their props for their act and in their costumes;  So many different creations displayed. Ponies were dressed up as witches, dragons, and other creatures. Many of the children’s costumes were quite elaborate and well put together.

      It soon became time for the big show to begin. An ocean of ponies, were gathered in front of the stage. Ms. Cheerilee began taking role and organizing the kids into stage turns. “Okay children,” said Ms. Cheerilee, “now this is it. Is everyone here and ready?” The children started excitedly rambling to each other.

      “Now everyone we need to be organized about this. You all are going to preform one by one and I have the order of which you will be preforming. Trixie you will be going first with your magic act I presume?” “That’s right Ms. Cheerilee.” stated a blue unicorn, who was dressed as a wizard, “The great and Powerful Trixie is ready to wow the world!” she declared. “Right.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “Well next after Trixie is Bongo with your drum solo and then Fire Stride with his fire performance, and then we’ll just go on from there.” Trixie began to ready herself on the stage before the curtains opened up. “Now remember every one,” said Ms. Cheeerilee, “Go out there with courage and smiles, do your best!”

       The curtains rolled back as a drum roll played, “I am the Great and Powerful Trixie!” said Trixie, “Prepare to be mystified. Tonight as I use the forces from the great beyond, granted from Nightmare Moon herself!” The audience listened intently and watched in complete awe as Trixie preformed many strange acts, such as, sawing another pony in half, making a bucket of vegetables levitate, disappearing and Re-appearing again, and many other magical things.

      Soon her act ended leaving the crowd in much of an awe struck attitude. Next a chubby little foal dressed as a rocker preformed a very loud and quick drum solo with his drum set and was quite good until he tried to do a drum stick spinning move and it flew off into the crowd... That was the end of his act.

      Next a Pegasus named Fire stride was to preform but there was a small “technical” accident with some of his fire props and could not go on. Therefore three little fillies dressed as princesses took the stage and jump roped for a good while to happy little tune. It was cute and good enough for the crowd.

     Many other students preformed numerous and even impressing acts. This was indeed a very good show, after every act the children would check to see if a cutie mark had yet appeared, but many were disappointed for none was to be found.

      “Alright everyone now we’re coming to our next and final act of the night, and let’s see who we’ve got left.” Ms. Cheerilee checked her roll sheet, “Ditzy! Has anyone seen Ditzy? Cherry Bloom do you know where Ditzy is?” asked Ms. Cheerilee. “Sorry Ms. Cheerilee.” replied the little pink filly, “I haven’t seen her all evening.” “Oh dear…” said Ms. Cheerilee. “Don’t worry here I am!” said a soft voice. Ditzy stepped out into the light. “Ditzy! There you are and oh, where’s your costume?” asked Ms. Cheerilee. “This is my costume.” declared Ditzy proudly, “What do you think of it, pretty cool right?  It’s different and unique.” “Well…” said Ms. Cheerilee, “It’s different alright and as for unique… well I guess it could be a little bit of that too.”

      Hesitant for a second, “Okay now go get ready as soon as Octavia’s done your next.” The second to last act of Ditzy’s was a beautiful cello solo played by an earth pony named Octavia with dark hair and olive colored skin. She finished and took a bow as the audience gave a standing ovation.

      Spit Fire approached the crowd quietly as everyone was clapping for Octavia. “Oh no,” she said to herself, “I’m so late!” she shuffled her way through the crowd idling her way to the front. “Excuse me, pardon me.” she says, “Excuse me sir?” she tapped the shoulder of a brown pony and asked, “Have you seen a grey Pegasus preform yet?” hoping she had not been too late and that Ditzy had already gone. “I’m not sure.” replied the brown pony, “There coming up on the very last act. It’s been a great show so far.” Spite Fire watched the stage up front frantically waiting for the last act praying that it would be Ditzy. “Now for our last and final act of the Nightmare Night Talent show,” Ms. Cheerilee’s voice boomed from the microphone, “Please give it up for our last but not least treasured performer, Ditzy Doo!”

    The curtains opened revealing Ditzy standing alone on stage. The crowd bustled with slight confusion. “Oh Ditzy.” sighed Spite Fire. Ditzy stood there in the center of the spotlight, smiling at the crowd; wearing a brown paper bag over her head with eye holes cut out as well as four more paper bags around her hooves. The crowd waited, then Ditzy began to fly. She rose above the stage still smiling and then she stopped and just halted in her place still hovering above everyone. She reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of…bubbles. She unscrewed the lid and took out the wand and began to blow.

       Many gentle bubbles drifted over the crowd. Ditzy blew again, and again, filling the air with lots and lots of bubbles. “You call that a talent?” someone in the crowd mocked, “For real.” said another voice, “my grandma can do that!” “Yeah and some costume too.” said a third female voice, “Where’d she make it, the garbage dump? Boo!” “Boo!” the entire crowd started.

     Some ponies even threw trash at Ditzy but missed. “Hahaha! Look at Ditzy.” stated all the kids from Ditzy’s class, looking at her and teasing her. “What kind of costume is that?” they copied, laughing together. “Listen you creeps!” thrashed Spit Fire as she got on the stage, “For crying out loud she’s just a kid! It’s not like you have any more guts than she’s got anyway.” “Back off grandma!” yelled a voice, “What? I’m only thirty five, Grandpa!” spat back Spit Fire. Ditzy looked over everyone confused and disheartened, and even cowered down a little bit, still looming in the air.

       Ditzy was about to fly off when suddenly her left thigh began to glow, she looked at it with question and confusion of what was happening. Everyone stopped and looked at the small phenomenon. Little rays of light began moving around still on her thigh. “Wha– what’s happening?” asked Ditzy. “She’s getting her cutie mark.” stated Spit Fire, as she stared at Ditzy. It grew silent for this was catching every ones attention. Just then the glow stopped, but in its place were seven bubbles scattered yet in a small pattern. It shined with great brilliance..

        “Bubbles?” asked Ditzy to herself. “Bubbles.” copied Spit Fire. “Are you kidding me?” shouted a man’s voice, “Bubbles, as a cutie mark? Come on!” “There is something seriously wrong with that filly.” stated a woman “I simply can’t believe our children are exposed to this.” “Aren’t you all happy she got her cutie mark?” asked Spit Fire furiously. “Oh please, that’s hardly a cutie mark.” said one man, “The only type of talent that filly has is the ability not to have talent.” The crowd teased and laughed at Ditzy. Everyone mocked her and kept making remarks that Celestia herself would’ve banned.

       Ditzy looked over everyone and cowered not knowing what to think, nor what to do. Tears began to roll down her flushed cheeks. She looked at  her cutie mark, and her costume and began to feel anger and frustration with herself. She clenched up and began to shed more tears, but held it in with anger.

      “Ditzy!” Spit Fire called. “Ha! Her names Ditzy?” said a male voice, “What kind of name is that?” “Yeah.” said another, “Might as well change it to Derpy!  It suits her better.” Everyone, kids and all, roared with laughter and continued to tease Derpy, I mean…Ditzy...

      Finally Ditzy broke down in rage, kicking off her costume articles and flew away. “Ditzy wait!” called Spit Fire, but she was already gone into the distance.

         Spite Fire searched everywhere that night for Ditzy. She asked for help from many other ponies, but each time she asked if they had seen Ditzy their reply would be, “You mean Derpy?” and would walk off laughing once more.

        Finally after Spite Fire nearly gave up the entire search she decided to try to look once more before checking at home. She decided to look around the outskirts of Pony Ville when she saw her... She saw Ditzy sitting right at the edge of Evergreen Forest, staring emotionlessly into the dark brush.

        “Ditzy!” called Spit Fire as she flew by Ditzy’s side, “Where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” “You mean where I was or where I’m going to be.” Spit Fire gave Ditzy a blank confused look, “What do you mean?” she asked.

       “I should just walk right in there.” she pointed towards the forest, “I should just walk right in there and then everything will be behind me forever. I could go in there and live with all the other stupid, wild, weird creatures like me. That’s where I belong. I could live with them or die. Either way I’m sure there aren’t any objections from anyone.” Spite Fire stared in shock at Ditzy. “Ditzy young lady you did not just say what I think you did.” “Well it’s true.” Ditzy replied back. “Ditzy it is not true! It’s not like you are some deformed creature like what’s in there. You belong here and here is where you’ll stay.” “Why? So everyone can make fun of me again? I told you I’m no good at anything. I’ll never be like anyone else.” “Ditzy.” Spit Fire began, “If anything you are way better than any of them” Spit Fire turned Ditzy away from the forest to face her, “All of what happened back there is a response of the fact that they’ve never seen what you have. The truth is that you have a gift. A gift of showing everyone that being different isn’t bad. In fact it’s what shows variety in all of us. No one sees that but they are beginning to and this is just a response to something so…new.” “I don’t understand.” said Ditzy, “Of course you don’t.” sighed Spit Fire. Spit Fire knew Ditzy was too young to understand.

       From Ditzy’s view all she understood was that everyone laughed at her because she was clumsy and mentally dis-abled towards some points, and it was all due to her eyes. That’s all what Ditzy knew and could take from the previous events in her life. “Look Ditzy.” said Spit Fire, “You’re different in a good way. I know you’re probably too young to understand this but what happened back there tonight was incredible. You got your cutie mark!” Ditzy looked back at her freshly born cutie mark. “How many other kids have gotten their cutie mark yet huh?” “Nun.” Ditzy said softly. “Exactly!” stated Spit Fire “You don’t think they’re not at their homes right now crying and complaining about how out of everyone you were the one to get your cutie mark first?” Ditzy began to smile.

       “Don’t think you’re worthless Ditzy.” continued Spit Fire, “Because all cutie marks mean something special about that certain pony. Maybe you don’t have some sort of show case talent but that doesn’t matter because what you have is something that truly means something more. Someday you’ll figure that out. For now all you gotta do is just ignore them and know that they don’t know what matters and what doesn’t matter in this world. Keep your head high and keep walking. Look at it this way. There can’t be a rainbow without a little rain. Trust me...” Spit Fire gave a half smile  and a wink to Ditzy. Ditzy looked at her cutie mark and then gave a small smile back.

       Monday came and Ditzy walked to school taking a different route than what she would’ve taken with the other kids to avoid all the teasing that she was sure to receive. In the class room everyone sat in their seats giggling with each other and talking as usual. Ditzy entered the classroom and silently took her seat. “Hey look everybody, its Derpy!” said one colt. “Hahah” the class laughed.

      “Hey Derpy!” said another filly, “Nice act on Friday. Planning to go on tour?” Once again the class laughed, but Ditzy just sat there patiently with a calm expression, not retaliating to any of this. “Hello class.” said Ms. Cheerilee brightly as she entered the class. “Hello Ms. Cheerilee.” the class replied back. “Now today everyone,” started Ms. Cheerileee, “We will be talking about a very important matter. Cutie marks!” “Again?” complained one filly. “Yes.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “Because as you all should know last Nightmare Night was a very special night for one of our very own class mates!” The class began to look around at each other. “Ditzy.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “Would you come up here for us?” Ditzy proudly strode to the front of the class and stood before everyone.

     “Woah!” exclaimed one colt. “No way!” said another in amazement. “What?” said one filly in the front row shocked, “Derpy got her cutie mark?” “Now Rose Bud.” snapped Ms. Cheerilee, “I believe you mean Ditzy.” “Oh it’s okay Ms. Cheerilee.” said Ditzy. “Derpy’s catchy I kinda like it. It fits me.” she said smiling.

        This of course was a lie, but Ditzy thought about Spit Fire’s “words of encouragement" and decided to have a whole new view upon things. “Well um, okay then.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “Anyway we all or… most of us saw that excellent performance of yours at the Nightmare Night Talent Show last Friday; you all did very wonderful by the way. Every one of you received an A plus; But anyway Ditzy we also saw that you earned your very own cutie mark!” Ms. Cheerilee began to clap and motioned for the rest of the class to do the same. “Would you mind telling us what your cutie mark means or what your special talent is?” Ditzy froze for a second or two. “Well um…” she hesitated, looking back at her seven bubbled mark, “I’m actually not sure…” “Hahahah!” the whole class laughed and giggled. “She doesn’t even know what her cutie mark is!” chuckled one little filly. “Ditzy.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “You really don’t know what it means?” “I really don’t” replied back Ditzy, a little more sullen now. “I guess it might be because of my bubbly personality” she smiled again. “Or maybe because all she can do is blow bubbles.” teased Rose Bud again. Ms. Cheerilee gave her a stern look. “Well Ditzy.” said Ms. Cheerilee, “I guess that could be part of it.” She admitted discouraged.