Seven

Gazing in the mirror at her reflection, a normal occasion for Sugarsong. In every possible thing she could do, this one she enjoyed the most. Gazing at herself. In this seemingly vain form of entertainment, there was a real reason. Well, a very vain reason. She thought she was beautiful, beyond beautiful. More beautiful than the stars in the sky and the princesses themselves. She levitated the mane-brush from the dresser, and, stroking her mane ever so lightly, tamed it after a couple minutes of brushing. It was hot pink with a black streak. her coat was light pink. Her eyes were a brilliant green. Yes, she was indeed beautiful, but not as beautiful as she assumed. She was the most popular filly at her school. This was understandable, of course. They parted down the hallway when she entered. It was like being royalty, except being royalty to nerds, drama queens, nose pickers. You name it. But some were cool, like her 'gang' as I would call it of friends, followers. Her life was, yes, perfect, but not for long.

Sugarsong stopped mid-step when she saw the students glaring at her. They jeered and snickered.

"It's her, that weird filly."

"Hide!"

Soon the halls were empty. But one colt walked up to her.

"Fillyfooler." he spat, like it was a curse word.

Her eyes filled with tears at this remark. How did they find out?

She galloped at full-speed through the double-doors, whacking her head into the glass and shattering it. Then everything went black.

Sugar woke up to a pounding in her head and an ache in her face. Blood stained her whole head and it was roughly bandaged.  The hospital room was empty, no doctors or nurses. Sugar groaned as she looked at the window. It was sunset, the time she came home from school. It reminded her of what happened. Cards from her teacher and family lay on the bedside table along with a bouquet of flowers...from her best friend Silvia Star whom she was madly in love with. Then Sugarsong got to thinking: Did Silvia like her back? Probably not. She was probably the only fillyfooler in the school, knowing her terrible luck. Her thoughts began to get darker. And then she cried her heart out. Cried until she couldn't anymore. Not like it would do anything.