Author's Note

I know guys, the grammar sucks, but I can't it. The spelling on the other hand is the Spell checker's fault.

Smiles Galore

Smiles Galore

Smiles Galore

One morning, there was a mare, happily going over what her day would be like.

"Alright, so first I would walk out, go to Sugarcube to pick up my cupcakes, go to the party, hang out, and finally, go home sadly. Okay, this is easy!" Smiles Galore said cheerfully. She loved Tuesdays! Especially since it's taco Tuesday! She walked out of her bedroom, turning left sharply and petting her little cat. Her name was Snuggles, due to how much she likes to snuggle! Smiles got her saddle bag ready with bits and marched out and almost bumped into a walking pegasus, who was in a heroic pose for five seconds.

"Oh hey there! Heard of me?" He asked, giving off a cocky attitude. Galore laughed at the attitude because of how silly it seemed.

"Nope!" She said, still giggling. The stallion sighed looking down.

"Well, my name's Sparkstrike! Ring any bells?" He asked, making a pose. He accidentally tripped, and tumbled to the ground.

"Nope!" Smiles said again, smiling.

"Oh, well I'm aiming to be a great flyer, like a wonderbolt! Now, you can't tell me you never heard of them?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yep!" Smiles said.

"You've never heard of them?"

"Oh I've heard of them!"

"But you said you didn't..."

"No, I said that I have heard of them by agreeing with you."

"... Huh?" He asked, trying to wrap his head around what she's saying. Smiles shrugged Spark off and returned to trotting to Sugarcube. She opened the doors and hugged one of her friends Pinkie, who always loved it when she came over.

"Hi Smiles! How's it hanging?" Pinkie asked.

"It's great! I need two dozen cupcakes! Stat! Don't let the party die!" She said, dramatically, carrying a box with her to carry the cupcakes. Pinkie saluted, speeding off to duty. Galore looked over at a pink pony, with an eye patch. Wait, an eye patch? She thought. She gasped loudly. Pinkie walks over to her.

"What's wrong?" She asks. Smiles pointed at the pirate like pony.

"She is a pirate!" Galore said quietly.

"Who? Pastel? She's not a pirate, she has a bad eye injury, don't ask and don't mention it," Pinkie warns. Smiles nodded excitedly and slowly lowers herself, slithers on the floor sneakily and raises herself beside the eye patched stranger.

"Hello!" She says. The other mare jumps, surprised by Smiles.

"Oh, hello," she said. The friendly, excited mare smiles brightly.

"My name is Smiles Galore! What's yours?" She asks.

"My name is Pastel, and do not call me a pirate," Violet said, frowning.

"What's with the frown?" Smiles asked, tilting her head.

"Well, there's a trip that me and four others have been preparing for, but we don't have enough yet, and I'm kind of frustrated. The trip we're going to is to see what's been going on recently, and we have to wait until a couple of months. Meaning I can't stay for Hearth's warming with my family. Well, they were supposed to come to my house like I planned, but..." She trailed off. Smiles nodded, sipping on a milk shake. She looked up in thought, trying to think on how to help this mare. She gasped, getting an idea.

"Why don't I help out! Also, of I can, I could go with you!" She said. "I have enough bits to help you guys get started!" She said. Pastel smiled.

"In that case, thanks. Oh, and you can come, I just have to let the others know!" She said, enthusiastically. Smiles yayed and sped off. Pastel sat there, poker faced.

"... What just happened?" She asked.

Smiles Galore is getting some of her money in a bag for her new friend. She was excited to be on a journey, even if it's short, to be with other ponies. She soon heard a knock on the door.

"Hey Smiles! You forgot your cupcakes!" Said a voice she'll never forget on her journey. Pinkie gave Smiles her cupcakes for the party, and left, waving bye. Smiles went to a party for a school president. Pipsqueak was apparently the new school president and the crusaders have their cutie marks! Smiles breathed in and out, breathing her nervousness away. She took her first steps out the door, going to the party.

She took her safety steps in to her house after the party. It was almost a wreck when Scootaloo tried to sing. She safely muted the microphone before Scootaloo broke the school windows. Smiles fell onto her bed, sleeping happily.