The Truthby OmNomCookieCookieChaptersChapter 1Chapter 3Chapter 2Chapter 1Pinkamena was an only child. She lived with her mom - a house wife, and her dad - a crop farmer. Her father was strict and wanted to try to "ground her to the Earth" as much as possible. However, Pinkamena's mother encouraged her daughter's... odd imagination. This is what led to Pinkamena dying her hair pink, straightening it and calling herself 'Pinkie Pie.' Then, she started forcing her so-called "friends" to call her that. She also made up nicknames for her them. She named them Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Applejack. ~~~ It was a Monday. A horrible, horrible Monday. "Hun? Get up." Pinkamena's mom shook her daughter awake. "Time for school, hun." The young girl groaned and rolled over. Eventually Pinkamena got up, brushed her teeth, took her clothes off and stepped into the shower. When she was done, she got her clothes back on and went downstairs for breakfast. Simply your average 6th grade morning activities. She was mostly done her cereal when there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it mom!" She picked up her bag and ran to the door. "Hi guys!" "Hello Pinkamena," Diane/Rarity said. "Pinkie Pie! Call me Pinkie Pie." Pinkamena exclaimed hurriedly. Her friends passed a nervous glance to each other that they did quite often nowadays, and Rarity said tentatively, "So...ready for school Pinkie?" "Yep," Pinkie said, slinging her pink backpack over her shoulder. They started to walk. Pinkamena lived in the outskirts of town, so walking to school took a little while. While they walked, they passed a moderately known restaurant named Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie smiled. "One day i'm gonna wo-" "Yeah, yeah we know," Rainbow Dash/Erin said, exasperated."One day you're gonna work there." "You never know, it could happen." "We have the rest of our lives to pick what we wanna do. 'Til then I'm not sweatin' it. Race ya!' She said, sprinting away. Everyone except for Pinkie raced off behind her.They lived in a small town so they went to a small school. It was was a hand built red barn with a big bell perched at the top. They eventually made it to the front of the school. "Hi'ya Pinkie," a small red haired child with a bow in her hair said. "Hi Applebloom." Applejack/? sighed."Pinkamena, how many times do I gotta tell you her names not-" Rainbow Dash nudged Applejack on the shoulder and mouthed the word 'no.' Pinkamena took no notice of this. "Well I like bein' called Applebloom. It makes me feel special." Said Jenny/Applebloom. "Don't you have a class to be gettin' to?" Applejack said,with a tone of increasing impatience. The six friends walked up around the side of the school. Since the elementary children had the first hour of class, Pinkamena and her friends decided to just hang out until it was their turn in. After about fifteen minutes, the bell rung and about nine children Applebloom's age came running out. The girls walked in the school, ready for their lessons. Chapter 3Pinkamena stormed back outside. When she got there her friends asked her how she was. "I-I'm fine," Pinkamena stammered, tears forming in her eyes. "I-is something wrong Pinkamena?" Fluttershy/Angelica asked. Pinkamena wiped her tears and looked at her friends. " The counselor...she was asking me questions about you guys. Like she knew something. Like you guys knew something." They looked at each other. "Pinkamena, if we knew somethin' 'bout you we'd tell you," Applejack said, not looking Pinkamena in the eye. "Tell me that to my face." Her tone was icey, cold. Applejack said nothing. Pinkamena turned towards the others. "What about you guys? Are you going to lie to me, too?" "Pinkamena," Twilight/Michaela said. "You don't understand-" "I understand that my supposed friends are just liars!" Pinkamena became flustered again. No one said anything. Twilight was staring pleadingly at Pinkamena, Applejack was biting her lip, Rarity twirled her hair, Rainbow Dash crossed her arms and looked away and Fluttershy was staring at the ground in shame. Pinkamena shook her head and ran away. "You guys," Fluttershy said. "Do you think we're doing the right thing? Pinkamena doesn't seem to be getting any better." "I think we are," Rainbow Dash said indignately,glaring at the others. "If we tell her she's wacko she'll really go off the deep end." Twilight nodded. "According to this book I've been reading, someone as unstable as Pinkamena could essentailly...well...snap." "Well then I guess we just wait an' see." Pinkamena ran home, and flopped down on her bed. She cried for 15 minutes until her Mother stepped into the room. " Pinkamena, what happened?" her mom asked in a comforting tone. " T-the other ponies just don't u-understand mom...they don't...,"Pinkamena trailed off and started crying again. Pinkamena's Mother walked back out to the living room. She sighed and looked at her husband,who was reading a newspaper. "Dear? I think it's time we get Pinkamena some real help." Chapter 2The six went inside. There were two main rooms, one teaching room,where the older class and the younger class would trade out every hour for lessons, and the principal's office. As soon as Pinkamena sat down, the teacher - Miss Giorgi, stopped her. "Pinkamena. You know you're supposed to go to the counselor's office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, correct?" Pinkamena stood back up again."Yes Miss Cheerilee." She sighed. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays Pinkamena was supposed to go to the counselor's office for 'help'. She didn't like the school counselor, she asked too many questions and some of them were personal. She didn't like the 'help', it made her feel sad and alone. Pinkamena went into the office. A lady, who had a very professional look to her, looked up from her clipboard. " Pinkamena! I was worried that you weren't going to come." "I wish," Pinkamena muttered. " You know I've rented out the office for our hour." Pinkamena sat in the seat opposite of the counselor. "So Pinkamena...how has your week been?" "Please, can you call me Pinkie Pie? I prefer Pinkie Pie," Pinkamena said,crossing her arms and staring at the ground furiously. "You know that, Stormy Skies." "Why do you prefer me using Pinkie Pie?" This was the standard response. "Because I'm a pony, okay? Why can't you see it? I even have a cutie mark." Pinkamena rolled up her leftpant sleeve to reveal three crudely carved balloons on her thigh. The counselor gasped, eyes wide. "P-Pinkamena? When did you do this? And why?" She attempted to touch Pinkamena, which only emitted a sort of hiss from the girl. "Don't touch it." The counselor was in shock. She stared at Pinkamena. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth gaped a little bit. Pinkamena rolled her pant sleeve back down again. "Do any of your friends know you've done this?" "No. I'm the only one of us to have our cutie marks. It wouldn't feel right to brag about it." The counselor shook her head a little, as if to snap herself out of her shock. She whispered, "How would you think your friends would feel if they knew about your...cutie mark?" Pinkamena shrugged." I don't know. They'd probably be a little bummed out, because I was the first of all of us to get our cutie marks." "Why do you think your friends haven't gotten their cutie marks yet?" " They haven't found their special talent." "What is your special talent, Pinkamena?" "Partying. Making people laugh. If other people laugh and have fun then I feel good. If no one is laughing or smiling then I feel...bad." Pinkamena stated and stared at the floor. The counselor looked at her watch. "Our hour is up. You can go now Pinkamena." Pinkamena quickly stood up and walked away.
Chapter 1Pinkamena was an only child. She lived with her mom - a house wife, and her dad - a crop farmer. Her father was strict and wanted to try to "ground her to the Earth" as much as possible. However, Pinkamena's mother encouraged her daughter's... odd imagination. This is what led to Pinkamena dying her hair pink, straightening it and calling herself 'Pinkie Pie.' Then, she started forcing her so-called "friends" to call her that. She also made up nicknames for her them. She named them Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Applejack. ~~~ It was a Monday. A horrible, horrible Monday. "Hun? Get up." Pinkamena's mom shook her daughter awake. "Time for school, hun." The young girl groaned and rolled over. Eventually Pinkamena got up, brushed her teeth, took her clothes off and stepped into the shower. When she was done, she got her clothes back on and went downstairs for breakfast. Simply your average 6th grade morning activities. She was mostly done her cereal when there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it mom!" She picked up her bag and ran to the door. "Hi guys!" "Hello Pinkamena," Diane/Rarity said. "Pinkie Pie! Call me Pinkie Pie." Pinkamena exclaimed hurriedly. Her friends passed a nervous glance to each other that they did quite often nowadays, and Rarity said tentatively, "So...ready for school Pinkie?" "Yep," Pinkie said, slinging her pink backpack over her shoulder. They started to walk. Pinkamena lived in the outskirts of town, so walking to school took a little while. While they walked, they passed a moderately known restaurant named Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie smiled. "One day i'm gonna wo-" "Yeah, yeah we know," Rainbow Dash/Erin said, exasperated."One day you're gonna work there." "You never know, it could happen." "We have the rest of our lives to pick what we wanna do. 'Til then I'm not sweatin' it. Race ya!' She said, sprinting away. Everyone except for Pinkie raced off behind her.They lived in a small town so they went to a small school. It was was a hand built red barn with a big bell perched at the top. They eventually made it to the front of the school. "Hi'ya Pinkie," a small red haired child with a bow in her hair said. "Hi Applebloom." Applejack/? sighed."Pinkamena, how many times do I gotta tell you her names not-" Rainbow Dash nudged Applejack on the shoulder and mouthed the word 'no.' Pinkamena took no notice of this. "Well I like bein' called Applebloom. It makes me feel special." Said Jenny/Applebloom. "Don't you have a class to be gettin' to?" Applejack said,with a tone of increasing impatience. The six friends walked up around the side of the school. Since the elementary children had the first hour of class, Pinkamena and her friends decided to just hang out until it was their turn in. After about fifteen minutes, the bell rung and about nine children Applebloom's age came running out. The girls walked in the school, ready for their lessons.
Chapter 3Pinkamena stormed back outside. When she got there her friends asked her how she was. "I-I'm fine," Pinkamena stammered, tears forming in her eyes. "I-is something wrong Pinkamena?" Fluttershy/Angelica asked. Pinkamena wiped her tears and looked at her friends. " The counselor...she was asking me questions about you guys. Like she knew something. Like you guys knew something." They looked at each other. "Pinkamena, if we knew somethin' 'bout you we'd tell you," Applejack said, not looking Pinkamena in the eye. "Tell me that to my face." Her tone was icey, cold. Applejack said nothing. Pinkamena turned towards the others. "What about you guys? Are you going to lie to me, too?" "Pinkamena," Twilight/Michaela said. "You don't understand-" "I understand that my supposed friends are just liars!" Pinkamena became flustered again. No one said anything. Twilight was staring pleadingly at Pinkamena, Applejack was biting her lip, Rarity twirled her hair, Rainbow Dash crossed her arms and looked away and Fluttershy was staring at the ground in shame. Pinkamena shook her head and ran away. "You guys," Fluttershy said. "Do you think we're doing the right thing? Pinkamena doesn't seem to be getting any better." "I think we are," Rainbow Dash said indignately,glaring at the others. "If we tell her she's wacko she'll really go off the deep end." Twilight nodded. "According to this book I've been reading, someone as unstable as Pinkamena could essentailly...well...snap." "Well then I guess we just wait an' see." Pinkamena ran home, and flopped down on her bed. She cried for 15 minutes until her Mother stepped into the room. " Pinkamena, what happened?" her mom asked in a comforting tone. " T-the other ponies just don't u-understand mom...they don't...,"Pinkamena trailed off and started crying again. Pinkamena's Mother walked back out to the living room. She sighed and looked at her husband,who was reading a newspaper. "Dear? I think it's time we get Pinkamena some real help."
Chapter 2The six went inside. There were two main rooms, one teaching room,where the older class and the younger class would trade out every hour for lessons, and the principal's office. As soon as Pinkamena sat down, the teacher - Miss Giorgi, stopped her. "Pinkamena. You know you're supposed to go to the counselor's office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, correct?" Pinkamena stood back up again."Yes Miss Cheerilee." She sighed. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays Pinkamena was supposed to go to the counselor's office for 'help'. She didn't like the school counselor, she asked too many questions and some of them were personal. She didn't like the 'help', it made her feel sad and alone. Pinkamena went into the office. A lady, who had a very professional look to her, looked up from her clipboard. " Pinkamena! I was worried that you weren't going to come." "I wish," Pinkamena muttered. " You know I've rented out the office for our hour." Pinkamena sat in the seat opposite of the counselor. "So Pinkamena...how has your week been?" "Please, can you call me Pinkie Pie? I prefer Pinkie Pie," Pinkamena said,crossing her arms and staring at the ground furiously. "You know that, Stormy Skies." "Why do you prefer me using Pinkie Pie?" This was the standard response. "Because I'm a pony, okay? Why can't you see it? I even have a cutie mark." Pinkamena rolled up her leftpant sleeve to reveal three crudely carved balloons on her thigh. The counselor gasped, eyes wide. "P-Pinkamena? When did you do this? And why?" She attempted to touch Pinkamena, which only emitted a sort of hiss from the girl. "Don't touch it." The counselor was in shock. She stared at Pinkamena. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth gaped a little bit. Pinkamena rolled her pant sleeve back down again. "Do any of your friends know you've done this?" "No. I'm the only one of us to have our cutie marks. It wouldn't feel right to brag about it." The counselor shook her head a little, as if to snap herself out of her shock. She whispered, "How would you think your friends would feel if they knew about your...cutie mark?" Pinkamena shrugged." I don't know. They'd probably be a little bummed out, because I was the first of all of us to get our cutie marks." "Why do you think your friends haven't gotten their cutie marks yet?" " They haven't found their special talent." "What is your special talent, Pinkamena?" "Partying. Making people laugh. If other people laugh and have fun then I feel good. If no one is laughing or smiling then I feel...bad." Pinkamena stated and stared at the floor. The counselor looked at her watch. "Our hour is up. You can go now Pinkamena." Pinkamena quickly stood up and walked away.
