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Honesty

Honesty. I guess a pony like me seemed fitting for that kinda role. Not anymore. Not lying doesn't make a pony honest, 'cause you can always just keep yer trap shut, like I do now. After the whole fight we had, I ran straight to Sweet Apple Acres, in a mess of tears. Apple Bloom asked me what was wrong, but I didn't answer, and I went straight to my room. Getting an old cloth and a stick, I made myself a bindle and head on out the barn. I still remember hearing AB, Big Mac, and Granny Smith yelling from behind to stop. Tears glittering in my eyes, I sped on off, not daring to look back at my family.

I had no clue where to go, so I decided to head on out to Vanhoover. I guess now's the time to start to get to know half of my family better. I am half Pear after all, would be nice to get to know that half to. I ain't gonna lie, it was pretty akward when I got to the Pear Farm. Everypony was staring at me, and whispering. Head down, I hurried on into the barn.

"Pardon me, but do ya'll know if GrandPear's here?" I asked timidly, as the green mare with flame red eyes glared at me.

"Oh he's home all right" said the mare coldly, "Grand Pear! Ya have a visitor!"

A frail old pony came from inside the barn, his hair curly white, with a single remnant of his youth, his brown hair, left in a strip. I ran straight to Grand Pear, hugging him. Grand Pear was taken by surprise, but hugged back regardless.

"Applejack? What're you doin' here?" he asked, as I wiped my tears.

"My name's not Applejack anymore. It ain't fair to the Pear side of my family. I'll be-" I thought for a bit, "Honey. Honey Glaze. Reckon it should be somethin' sweet, like Ma was 'Buttercup'"

Grand Pear blinked, "Are ya sure 'bout this Apple- I mean, Honey?"

I nodded, "Absolutely. I've lived enough life as an Apple, time to see what's waitin' out there as a Pear"

The same mare who brought Grand Pear to me, led my upstairs to my room. It was the total opposite of what my room was like back home. Instead of Apple decorations, everything was Pear, but it was just as comforting, nonetheless. The oak bed had a white blanket with small little pears embroidery done on it. The wallpaper white pale green, with pear patched in horizontal line, and the walls, and a large mirror next to the table and chair.

"Its beautiful" I said, mesmoried in the room. Would Ma had lived in something like this? A wave of guilt washed over me, I felt like I betrayed Ma. Just because she wasn't around, I had abandoned all that she would have thought us.

"Well, enjoy it while ya can, 'cause I ain't lettin' an Apple stay in my house fer long!" snapped the mare.

"Who're you again?" I asked, turning around.

"I'm Pear Cinnamon, Ah run the Pear household here in Vanhoover. Its just Grand Pear, mah two sisters and brother now, and our parents. Your Ma was meant to be here, but she turned her back on us. My Ma and Pa told me, 'Family comes first' Guess that ain't the case for yer mother" sneered Pear Cinnamon.

I don't think I've ever been so mad before. Maybe when Twilight said something about dishonoring both my families, but saying something about Ma didn't just touched a nerve, it touched a whole lot!

"My Ma was the kindest out of this family, ask anyone and they'll agree. And my Dad was my Ma's family, she wasn't abandonin' anypony! Unlike yer excuse of 'good parents' my Ma taught me to respect others and be kind to everyone, but I guess we can't all be as wise a parent as my Ma was, huh?" I yelled back, fury coursing through me. Pear Cinnamon let out an angry scream.

"You'll be gone soon Applejack!" she spat, leaving. It was said that nopony so Pear Cinnamon again at the farm. Day went by, turning into weeks, months. Surprisingly, Pear Cinnamon's parents were pretty nice fellows, they said they knew their daughter was the fiery one of the household. Bucking pears ain't to different to apples, so I learnt a whole heap really quickly. I made a really good friend their, Pear Spice, and she reminded my a lot of Fluttershy. Quiet demeanor, peaceful, good with nature. We were really close, but she wasn't much of a talker, kinda like Big Mac. Then one day, I got a surprise.

"Uh, Honey?" called Grand Pear, while I was in my room.

"Yes Grand Pear?"

"Ya have a visitor down here"

I trotted down the stairs to see- Spike? Except, not Spike. His face and colours were the same, but his body was visibly larger.

"Spike?" I murmured. Spike chuckled, and nodded. I ran to him and hugged him tightly, not letting go.

"Maybe we should catch up outside?" I suggested, as the both of us went outside. We found a cool, shady spot to talk, under a pear tree.

"So, you've changed a lot?" I said, still in shock by his appearance. He was at least four inches taller than me, and in one year?

"So have you" he smirked. I blushed sheepishly. I had become a whole new pony, I've changed my name, gotten green highlights in my hair, removed my signature hat, changed my cutie mark to have two pears and two apples.

"I thought I need to let my pear side out" I confessed. Spike raised an eyebrow.

"I know you really well Applejack, and -"

"MY NAME AIN'T APPLEJACK NO MORE!" I yelled.

"Fine. I know why, 'Honey Glaze'. Because the name Applejack is the one which you received hurt and pain with. You wanna start over with a new name, but that's not who you are"

"Its been over a year Spike. Maybe you don't know my that well" I said coldly.

"But I do. No matter how many times you change yourself, you're still Applejack on the inside" Spike told me.

"Why are you here anyways?"

Spike laughed, "Rarity was a bit cold and off when we met again as well"

I paused, and my ears raised in excitement, hearing an old friend's name, "Rarity?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to meet up with all our old friends, and just- be friends again" Spike extended a claw.

I smiled, taking it, "Good to see you Spike"

"Same. So, you're a Pear now, huh?" Spike asked.

I shrugged, "Might as well get to know this side of my family"

Spike nodded, "I do appreciate that. I know what its like to have families wrenched away. Twice"

I stopped, "Twice?"

"I was born not having a family. Number one. I grew to have a family, which I had made by choice. That was taken away"

I could see tears in Spike's eyes, "I'm so so sorry"

Tears of my own were falling down, "I want to say sorry to all of them. But I can't. I just can't"

We sat for a moment, as I sobbed quietly. Spike spoke up, "Its okay. I guess. You've probably made some friends here, right?"

"Yeah, Pear Spice, she's kinda like Fluttershy and Big Mac"

My heart drowned as I said my friend and brother's name, even their name brought forth so many memories, pain, hurt. Spike sensed the moment, and cleared his throat, "Well, I better get going"

He got up quietly, dusting himself off. I didn't even bother asking where he was going. I assume I just ain't soft enough to admit I needed a friend back then, other than Pear Spice. I think Spike was waiting for me to say something, but when I remained silent, he turned and left. It was strange, seeing Spike so big, when I knew him to be just a little seedling. I saw not just size change, but maturity as well. And just like that, my friend was gone, and I did nothing to stop him, and I never saw him, or any of my friends again.