Angel Wings

My name is Angel Wings. I’m a ten year old pony who lives in Ponyville. I am a sea green colored pegasus with a pink and white mane. I don’t have my cutie mark, but I don’t care much about that. I currently go to Ponyville Elementary and in fourth grade. My best friend is named Silver Spoon, and I have known her since kindergarden. She doesn’t have her cutie mark either. The only thing is, we’re not in the same class this year. We were upset about that at first, but we’re used to it now. We have three other friends that we are pretty good friends with. Their names are Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. Those three are all in my class. We met Apple Bloom in first grade when we had a First Grade Apple Fair in which her family volunteered. We met Scootaloo last year in third grade. And we met Sweetie Belle this year. They are nice to me but, they don’t feel comfortable near Silver Spoon for some reason. I couldn’t see why. Right now Silver Spoon and I are walking around the playground for lunch.

“So how was class for you,” Silver Spoon asked me.

“It was okay I guess. We changed seats and I have to sit next to the most annoying kid in class,” I told her.

“Is it Snips?”

“No. It’s Snails. He just doesn’t know how to shut up!”

“Ah. I see.”

“What did you do?”

“We talked about our environment projects.”

“Oh we’re doing that too in my class,” I said.

“Oh cool. There was something else we talked about in class but I can’t remember,” Silver Spoon said tapping her glasses, “Oh yes that’s it!”

“What’s it,” I asked.

“My teacher told us we are getting a new student tomorrow, and I get to show her around. By that I mean she has to hang out with us,” Silver Spoon said annoyed.

“Oh come on Spoon it can’t be that bad. She might turn out better than we think.”

“I know. It’s just it has always been us two since kindergarden.”

“I know, but just because she has to hang out with us doesn’t mean she’s gonna hang out with us the rest the year.”

“True.” The school bell rang telling all the students that it was time to go inside.

“Bye Spoon! See you later,” I yelled as I ran to my class.

“Bye Wings,” she yelled back.

I walked into my class and sat down in my seat as Ms. Cheerilee started talking.

“Okay class, for our next activity I need you to get in a group of four,” she said. After she said that the entire class got out of their seats and got to their friends.

“Hey Angel Wings,” yelled a voice. “Do you wanna work with us?” I turned around and standing there were Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. “You want to be in our group for the activity,” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Sure,” I said happy to be part of the group.

“Okay class, we will make posters about the states of matter. Remember they are Solid, Liquid, and Gas. Now get started,” Ms. Cheerilee said. My group separated to get our supplies then came back together.

“I’m so glad you guys asked me to be part of your group. I don’t know what group I would’ve gone to if you guys haven’t asked,” I told them.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Apple Bloom.

“Yeah. We wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to be part of our group,” said Scootaloo. My group then started working on the poster. I don’t think they noticed me noticing, but they were sending little signal to each other then nodded.

“So,” Sweetie Belle started. “Out of all the ponies in the fourth grade, we think you are the nicest pony.”

“Really,” I asked.

“Totally. No one has more kindness than you. Well maybe Fluttershy,” said Scootaloo.

“So we want you to become a Cutie Mark Crusader with us and hang out with us,” said Apple Bloom.

“Aw thanks guys, but I just can’t leave Silver Spoon. We’ve been friends since forever. It has always been the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, you three are wonderful fillies. If something were to happen between Silver Spoon and I, I would come to you guys. I mean I already hang out with you guys on days that Silver Spoon is absent,” I told them. The three of them looked at each other again and nodded.

“We understand,” said Apple Bloom.

“Yeah. I guess it’s true that nothing can break apart a long lasting friendship,” said Scootaloo.

“We wouldn’t want to break apart goods friends like you and Silver Spoon. Just remember, we’re always here for you,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Thanks guys.” After that conversation we continued working.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” said Sweetie Belle. “How did you and Silver Spoon meet?”

“We were in the same kindergarden class. We were partnered up together for something and I guess we became best friends after that,” I said.

‘How many years have you guys been in the same class,” asked Apple Bloom.

“We in the same class for kindergarden, first grade, and third grade.”

“Cool,” said Scootaloo.

“How’d you three meet,” I asked them.

“Well,” started Sweetie Belle. “Apple Bloom and I were in Filly Scouts together.”

“And Scootaloo and I were in the same class last year,” said Apple Bloom.

“And when Sweetie Belle came, Apple Bloom introduced me to her and now we’re where we are now,” said Scootaloo.

“Sweet,” I said.

“Alright class, it’s time to pack up,” yelled Ms. Cheerilee. The entire class got up from their projects and packed their bags. Once the dismissal bell rang, the entire school got out.

“Wings,” yelled Silver Spoon.

“Hey Spoon what’s up.”

“So I found out what the new student’s name is.”

“Really! What is it.”

“Her name is Diamond Tiara.”

After Silver Spoon said that, I heard a little gasp. I turned around and standing their were the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Sweetie Belle’s eyes were a little big, so I assumed the gasp came from her.

“You okay Sweetie Belle,” asked Silver Spoon.

“Y..Yeah,” she said. “C..Come on girls. Let’s go.” The girls ran off to one of the lunch tables.

“Well, I gotta go now. See ya tomorrow Wings.”

“Bye Spoon,” I yelled back at her as she ran to the parent pick up. I walked towards the CMC to see what Sweetie was thinking.

“Hey guys. What happened back there Sweetie,” I asked.

“Oh nothing. I just think I’ve heard the name Diamond Tiara before. I don’t remember where. Maybe it was at my old school I don’t know.”

“Okay,” I said a bit weirded out. “I gotta go. Bye girls.”

“Why are you going towards the first and second grade classes,” asked Scootaloo.

“Because my younger brother is in second grade.” I walked towards the younger ponies' classrooms and standing by my brother’s classroom were my dad and brother. My dad is a unicorn, and my brother is an eight year old unicorn named GameBoy. (before you ask my mom is pegasus so that’s where I get my wings from.)

“Hey Angel Wings,” said my dad.

“Hi Daddy,” I said back.

“How was your day?”

It was pretty good.”

“Are you sure it was a good day,” said GameBoy.

“Yes I’m sure. Now stop poking my wings.”

“Fine.

"Dad can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. You can ask me anything sweetie.”

“Do you think ponies can know things about other ponies that you don’t know?”

“Some ponies do know things about other ponies you may not know. Why?”

“Oh no reason.”

“Are you sure there’s no reason,” asked GameBoy.

“Yes I’m sure. Now stop it,” I yelled as he pulled his hoof away from me. As we walked home, I thought about Diamond Tiara. Could there be something about this Diamond Tiara filly I should know?