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Chapter 1

My mother was a famous chef, and so was my dad. They were unicorns and I was an earth pony. My parents hated that, they hated me. They beat me and abused me every day when I did fail or mess up, it was worse. They had a daughter before me that WAS a unicorn, she hated me even more. My sister’s name was Fancy Meals and my name was Starry Spoon. They loved abusing me, the pain was my only friend, the only thing I had to look forward to…

I was sobbing, as usual, as Fancy beat my flank. I would struggle if it wasn’t for the magic surrounding me.

“Your lucky I have homework to do,” Fancy said, she as the only one allowed to leave by herself. Or even at all. She relaxed her magic and left, I laid there...in pain. Not even a second later my Dad came in, his posture was straight. And he looked angry, and he stormed in.

“YOU INSOLENT BRAT! YOU BROKE ANOTHER PLATE!”

“IT WASN’T ME IT WAS FANCY! PLEASE BELIEVE ME!”

“She would never do that,” He said and levitated me onto the floor hard. He levitated a bowtie around my neck and tightened it as tight as his magic would allow. I was choking and tried to untie the bow tie, but he levitated my hooves back. He waited until I passed out to untie and left. When I woke up, Mother was standing in front of me, a bowl of hot soup in her magic.

“Try it, it’s a new recipe,” she levitated a spoon over to my mouth and I sipped it. I was forced to try their creations, some were good but most...weren’t. I gagged, it was awful!

“It’s...good,” I lied.

She stood over me, “well it more!” She forced me to eat it all until I vomited on her. Her magic forced my vomit from her fur and back into my nose and mouth, each drop plucked from the roots of her posh coat.

She punched me, “I guess my soup wasn’t as good as I thought. Oh well, I used pee after all.” She got up and I ran to the bathroom to throw up, it could've been worse. It could've been much worse.