You, Me, Us.

So what have you learned today?

Never to trust any of yout friends because they might try to poison me.

Ugh, no! You were meant to learn that it's always better when I'm in charge.

Oh come on now, it would have played out in the exact same way!

I highly doubt that.

You're an idiot.

Yeah, because I haven't destroyed you yet!

I could say the same about you.

Why you little-

What are you going to do, bake a cake and put too much flour in?

I-

Or are you going to get that pest of yours to bite me? Pathetic. That's what you are.

You... I hope you die, you piece of rubbish!

Says you?

Yes, says me.

Why don't you go back to playing with your Barbie's, small child.

I'm not a child! I'm an adult mare with alot of life to live-

Yeah, yeah, life's a party, blah blah blah.

You're... You're just ants at a picnic!

...Really?

Yeah!

That's all you've got?

...Well I can do more if you'd shut up and let me think!

What gives you the rights to say that?

Why don't I just go to Twilight and get you removed?

Because you wouldn't survive without me.

That's not true! I would be much better off without you.

You weren't even meant to appear! This is all Rainbow Dash's fault.

Hey, don't drag Dashie into this Stinkamena!

I smell better than you at least.

At least I have lots and lots on ponies on my side, nopony gives a flying feather about you!

Pinkamena's trail of thought died down at that statement. She knew that Pinkie was just trying to get at her, but that hit her hard. It was sort of true, she only knew ponies that didn't know her, and her family. Growing up on a rock farm without emotion, Pinkamena never really knew if her family truly cared about anything other than rocks. All their cutie marks were related to that subject, and hers? Three balloons, yellow and blue. Pinkamena always thought that her talent would catch on through the family, but this was not so. Pinkie was the one who got the cutie mark, not her.

Pinkamena pondered about this all night, with Pinkie occasionaly asking if she'd given up yet. No matter what, she couldn't get it out of her mind. There was some nagging feeling that she needed to know what her family really thought of her. But of corse, they would think of Pinkie. They didn't know about the condition, and it wouldn't be wise to announce it out of nowhere. The thought of their reactions began to frighten Pinkamena, so she decided against telling them.

But she needed to know what her family thought of her as an indivigual, not Pinkie, but the little straight maned filly that got locked away in the middle of her rock farming. But if she were to do that, then she'd have to tell them what happened, and she couldn't risk that. After tossing and turning for most of the night, Pinkamena finally came up with an answer. She was to board the next train to the rock farm and ask her family what their thought on her were.

Jumping out of bed, Pinkamena turned the lights on and scanned the room. The train ride would be long and boring, she needed something to keep both her and Pinkie's mind occupied. She caught a glance of a small white box on the dresser and began to slowly stroll towards it. It had a picture of a powdered doughnut on it, with various coloured sprinkles untidily spread through the icing. Pinkamena opened the box carefully, and sure enough, it had a baker's dozen of doughnuts. Some were plain, a few had just icing, and many had either white, purple, or orange white icing balls or sprinkles placed all over. The alluring smell of the pastries made a small smirk creep it's way onto Pinkamena's face.

She picked up the box and carried it over to the corner closest to her bed, where her saddle bags rested. She plopped the box into the bags, doing her best to make sure not to disturb the food's order. Pleased with the fit, Pinkamena then began searching the room for any other supplies that she might need. It didn't take her long to notice a sketch book, pencils, and a few rubbers neatly tucked away in some drawers. Picking them all up at once the best she could, Pinkamena plopped them down in the saddle bags along with a few more pencils, and a pencil sharpener. Satisfied with the items, she put the bags onto her back, grabbed a few bits, and made her way out of the bedroom. Quietly sneaking down the stairs, Pinkamena grabbed the keys to the bakery and unlocked the door, stepping out into the fresh air.

Through Luna's moonlight, she was guided through the streets to the train station, at the end of Ponyville. Once she arrived, Pinkamena looked around the area carefully, and noticed a stallion in the booth, and began to approach him. He looked tired, to say the least. His emerald green eyes were dark, and the bags under his eyes suggested nothing but exhaustion. He had a light grey coat that shone with the light, and his mane was a clear blue, with tats at the edges.

"Excuse me sir?" Pinkamena said rather quietly, trying to be as polite as she could.

"What can I do for you, ma'am?" The stallion replied sleepily, his voice montone.

"I was wondering if I could get a ticket for the closest train to Hoovington Road?"

"Here."

The stallion ripped off a ticket from the wheel and handed it to Pinkamena through the small hole in the glass, and Pinkamena gave him five bits in return.

"Thank you."

Pinkamena put the ticket in her saddle bags and walked over to the bench, waiting patiently. She took in her surroundings and decided that she would give drawing a try. Opening her bags, Pinkamena took out the pencils and sketch book, then began to draw the grass and trees a few meters away. She had been drawing the landscape for about twenty minutes, before the train to her destination arrived. She entered the vehircle and gave in the ticket.

Taking a seat, Pinkamena stared out the window and leaned carelessly on the glass.

It's for the better.