Paper toss

by ViCo

Rating: everyone
Tags: Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 1155

Diamond Tiara, after a day of work decide to give tell something to her father, and write a letter.

One day, Diamond Tiara realized something about the life she had been living until this point, thanks to a simple metaphor.
She writes what she has learn this day to her father.

(This is my very first Fic, so I'm looking forward for any feedbacks. I hope you enjoy the reading !)

Published 2015-07-03 05:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-03 05:10:02 UTC

Paper toss

The door slams open when a pale magenta coated mare entered her room. This was a well organized and large room with it's own balcony. A huge, well kept bed stood in one side of the room, on the other a dressing holds dozens of dresses, hats and accessories. Diamond Tiara heads directly towards the desk next to the bed and put down the saddle bag she was carrying. She was pretty exhausted by this day, she had to walk trough all of Ponyville to visit Sweet Apple Acres, and walk the way back home. Usually she would just eat something and go to bed, but she had unfinished business to do.

Diamond Tiara, sat at her desk. Celestia's sun was gone for least than one hour now, but she still had to lit up the lamp on her desk. She extracted some files from her bag and started reading it. She turns the pages, occasionally noting something on it with a quill. After the second file tough, Diamond Tiara stopped her routine and glanced at the last file, which was way more heavy than the others and had a rainbow colored apple on it's cover.

She sighed and opened it. The first thing that she noticed was a small yellow paper that didn't seem to come from the file. She took a closer look only to recognize an old shopping list. She rolled her eyes and made a ball of the paper, and throw it into the bin standing at her hooves. However the projectile bumped on the edge of the bin and landed on the ground. She stared at the small ball, annoyed at first, but after a few seconds her expression changed to a more thoughtful.

She opened a small drawer, which contained some high quality paper, a photo album and a small tiara. The mare swept the desk slowly to make some room, taking care not to push anything else to the ground. She took one of the sheet and spread it in the middle of the table. Short after, she grabbed one of the quills in her mouth, and after a hesitant look towards the tiara, she started to write:

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Hello Daddy,
I hope you'll find the time to read this, I know that you are probably busy, but I also know that you'll end up reading it anyways.

Anyways, I haven't given any news for too long, and I want you to catch up a bit. Zap apples are coming soon right now, and you know perfectly what that means for business. This morning, I had a meeting with the Apples to discuss the sales of the zap apples, or more precisely with Apple Bloom...

You know, when I think about it, I feel really bad... Back to the elementary school, I was so mean to her and her friends (amongst other ponies). Teasing them almost every day, calling them names, “blanks flanks”, “looser”... I was awful... Hopefully for me, she is a better pony than I'll never be. I still can't understand why she forgave me after all I've done, because I didn't forgave myself... And now she is not only a good work associate, but also one pony I am lucky to call my friend.

Recently, I've remembered something from high school, something the teacher taught us about privileges. During one of his class, he gave to each of us a small ball of crumpled paper, then he told us to throw it in the paper bin that he placed in front of the blackboard. We all did as he said, or at least we tried. Of course, the ponies that were in the back of the class complain that the situation was unfair. The throw was more difficult for them than for the ones in the front of the class.

I'm pretty sure you're wondering why I talk about this old stuff right now, and I understand you, I'm not really good with this kind of stuff, and I never mentioned it before, but... I was in the first row of the class, but as I found this game stupid, I throw the ball without taking attention, and, obviously, missed the bin. At this very moment, something struck me.

I had the privileges, because you gave them to me. You said once that nothing was too expansive, or hard to get, for me. I didn't realize then how much you were serious back then, even if you literally offered me everything I wanted.

And what did I do with such a chance ? Nothing... no... worse than that, I did plenty of horrible things. Showing off, making fun of other because I could... you could afford me, whatever I wanted. I'm sure I made life of some of my classmates a living hell, but I always denied it. I can't believe it took me years, (and a paper-throwing-game-metaphor) to understand what a waste I've done...

I can't change the past, but since this missed throw, I made myself a promise. I'll never miss that throw again. I promised myself to stop wasting all that you offered to me, and you are the better pony to realize how much it is.

So... for all you had given to me, I wanted to thank you...

Thank you with all my heart

I really hope you read this, it's important for me that you know how much I owe you and I love you...

Your beloved and forever grateful

Diamond Tiara

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Tears were dripping at her cheeks, and a few drops fell on the letter. After drying her tears, the mare put down the quill, folded the letter and put it in an envelope, closing it carefully. She put the letter back in the drawer, before heading straigh to the bed where she collapsed, and quickly fell into slumber.

Diamond Tiara was walking trough the alley, she couldn't see the sun yet, but the sky was already dressed for dawn, and even if the morning was still cold, it didn't bother her. She keep walking beneath the trees, until she reached her destination. She picked up something in her saddlebag and laid it on the granite slab at her hooves before leaving, the eyes full of tears a peaceful smile on her face.

On the granite was the words "Filthy Rich, beloved father, gone too soon", just above laid an envelope and a small tiara.

Once back at home, Diamond Tiara noticed that the paper ball from last night was still under her desk. She picked it up and took a few steps, in order to be as far of the paper bin as possible. She breathed slowly, gathering focus, before tossing the ball towards the bin. The ball span in the air, crossing the room.

She smiled.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed it, feel free to leave your opinion !