Diamond Days

I wake up and force myself out of bed. Why? I always get terrible bed head. It's 7:00. Why didn't anyone wake me up! They know I'm incapable of waking up on my own!

"SILVER! WHY DIDNT YOU WAKE ME UP?!" I yelled.

"Because. I had to leave earlier. Stupid CMC had me paint backgrounds." Silver spoon grumbled.

"Whatever. I need you to comb my hair." I say.

"Get Gandolph to do it." Silver mumbles.

"His name is Randolph." I deadpan.

"He told me to call him that. He loves The Hobbit. And Lord Of The Rings."

"Gandolph isn't in Lord Of The Rings. I think." I stated.

"Be quiet, DT." Silver says. "I have a raging headache. Stupid CMC. They made me listen to them sing."

"Okay, so....... You feel like the time you drank champagne." I say.

Silver throws up her hands. "Exactly like that."

"My bacon's cold." I say. I love complaining.

"My juice is warm." Silver says.

"My pancake's runny," I say.

"My sausage is undercooked." Silver pokes her sausage.

"Where's my toast? You put it in ten seconds ago." I say.

"Where's my silver spoon?" Silver looks at her solid gold silverware.

"Where's my phone? Don't tell me you cooked it!" I exclaim.

"Where's my special book of insults?" Silver says.

"Where's my book of insults on the CMC?" I say.

"Why are you complaining?" Mocks Layla, our guidance counselor and babysitter.

"Making my downtown, saw my notice, walk by farmland, I'm there now." I sing as I am walking to the CMC's clubhouse.

"Hey, Diamond Tiara!" Apple Bloom greeted. I wave back.

"Aren't you hot?" I ask. "It's smack dab in the middle of summer. It's like........... Silver, what temperature is it?"

"99 degrees." She says.

"It's like 99 degrees!" I exclaim. "Why are you wearing pants?"

"I don't know why they are." Sweetie Belle says. She actually had a brain and wore a sundress. I, unlike her was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap top with a diamond tiara on it and denim shorts.

"Whatever. Are we gonna pick our poison or what?" I say.

"Hey," starts Scootaloo. "we should be poison testers!" She smiles. Smiles like she wants to murder us all.

"NO!" We all yell. "DO YOU WANT TO KILL US ALL?!"

"Let's just try to make marshmallows." Sweetie says. She wants to make marshmallows. She's already a marshmallow.

"This actually went pretty well," Silver says.

"Our marshmallows are pretty normal besides th' fact that they automatically turn golden if ya even breathe on em." Apple Bloom said.

"Well, I've spent enough time nearly committing suicide. Bye!" I turn and walk away.

Hold on, me. We have to go through this a hundred more times in activities that is.