Angel Wings

“Alright class,” yelled Ms. Cheerilee. “It’s time to go out for lunch.” I grabbed my lunch from my saddlebag and went outside. I ran towards the No-Peanut table, and Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were already sitting there. Did I forget to mention that Silver Spoon is allergic to peanuts? Well know you know.

“Hey girls,” I said.

“Why hello Angel Wings,” said Diamond Tiara in a snooty way.

“Well hello to you too,” I said a little annoyed. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing really,” said Diamond Tiara. “So, do you to plan on getting your cutie marks?”

“Well, not at the moment,” said Silver Spoon. “We aren’t the kind of ponies who want to rush our cutie marks. We just let it happen.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I added. “It’s just a cutie mark. We’ll find it someday, but since we don’t have it, it must mean now’s not the time.”

“Well, when you two do get your cutie marks, you should have a cutceañera,”

“Cutceañera? What’s that,” I asked.

“A cutceañera is a party that celebrates your new cutie mark and how special you are,” said Diamond Tiara.

“Oh.”

“That sounds nice,” said Silver Spoon.

“You guys should get it soon. Don’t you want to be special,” asked Diamond Tiara.

“Are you saying that without our cutie marks we’re not special,” asked Silver Spoon.

“Well of course, but since you guys are my friends you’re special.”

“Because we’re your friends,” I asked.

“Duh.”

I started to feel really uncomfortable with this girl. She didn’t seem that nice. She basically called us not special, but since we’re her “friends” we’re special. Diamond Tiara thinks she can say whatever she wants and get away with it. I don’t like it, but I’m afraid to stop it. How do you get someone like her to stop what she’s doing or saying? After we ate lunch, we headed off to the playground area.

“I’m so glad you guys are my friends,” said Diamond Tiara.

“We’re glad that you’re our friend too,” said Silver Spoon.

“Yeah. Great,” I said.

“Now that you guys are my friends, I can invite you guys to a lot of things.”

“A lot of things? Like what,” asked Silver Spoon.

“Oh nothing special. I can invite you guys to things like family vacations, big parties, and even shopping sprees.”

“Wow that’s so cool!”

“Yeah. That’s quite nice of you,” I said. Even though she had said that, I still didn’t like her. Should I be judging her the day I met her? No, I shouldn’t. I should give her a chance at least. It was at that moment I remembered something.

“Hey, um, Diamond Tiara?”

“Yeah?”

“You said you met Sweetie Belle before. Where’d you two meet?”

“Oh. That girl. I met her at-” Once again she was cut off by the bell.

“Oh time to go back to class,” Diamond Tiara said.

“STUPID BELL,” I yelled to myself.

When I got to my desk, I thought more about Diamond Tiara. What is up with her. Why is Silver Spoon giving her so much attention?

“You okay Angel Wings,” asked Scootaloo.

“Um. I-I’m fine.”

“You sure.”

“Yep. I’m totally fine,” I said putting a smile on my face.

“you don’t look fine.”

“I assure you I’m fine.”

“Did Diamond Tiara say something you didn’t like?”

“No I-I just...” I stopped talking because I realized I had lied.

“She did didn’t she,” asked Scootaloo. I nodded in response. “What did she say?”

“She basically said that since Silver and I don’t have our cutie marks we’re not special, but since we’re her “friends” we are special. Even though I don’t have a cutie mark, I still think I’m special. I don’t want to be known as special just because I’m somepony’s friend.”

“Oh I see.”

“I don’t know what to do. I wish there was some way to make her, I don’t know, nicer.”

“I see what you mean,” said Sweetie Belle walking towards us. “It’s hard being around somepony like that.”

“Sweetie Belle I-”

“Oh look! Miss Cheerilee looks like she could use some help. I’m...uh...you know....go help her. Bye!”

“Well that was weird,” I said. “Do you know why Sweetie Belle gets a little weird when we talk about Diamond Tiara,” I asked Scootaloo.

“Well I-”

“Hey Scootaloo,” yelled Apple Bloom. “Why don’t you come over here and help me with something.”

“Why do they all act weird when I talk about Diamond Tiara!” I knew they knew something. I mean, Diamond Tiara said she knew Sweetie Belle from somewhere.

Later that night, I was laying on my bed thinking about Diamond Tiara. I just didn’t know what to do. Silver Spoon was so interested in her. I don’t even know if she realizes I’m there.

“Hey sweetie,” said my mom, “How was school today?”

“Fine I guess,” I said.

“You okay?”

“I guess.”

“What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“There’s this new girl in Silver Spoon’s class. Her name is Diamond Tiara. She-Well, her attitude isn’t the best.”

“I see.”

“And Silver Spoon is so interested in her. I feel like she’s not even paying attention to me.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, Sweetie Belle seems like she used to know Diamond Tiara, and Diamond Tiara said she knew Sweetie Belle.”

“Well sweetheart. You just do what you think is right.”

“Well what is right?”

“I said what you think is right, not what I think is right.” Mom then tucked me into bed, and kissed me on the forehead.

“Night night mommy,” I said as I laid down.

“Good night sweetheart. Sleep tight.”

As I drifted off to sleep, I had one thing in mind. “What is right?”