Ditzys secret

Carrot top, otherwise known as Golden harvest was obviously a very popular pony around town. After introductions she wouldn't stop going on about what she and Berry punch did or Minuette and her did. It was so stinking annoying. And then she kept commenting on my eyes and how I looked or walked. I'm just glad raindrops was there to keep me under control or else I might have seriously injured some pony.

Then even worse, raindrop made me put on a dress. There was supposed to be a party for some new mare in town. I didn't care to go but Rain was convinced that I needed to get out and socialize. I wasn't convinced. I put on a dress and she did my makeup for me.

"Are you done yet?"

"Hold still. I can't put on your mascara with you wiggling everywhere."

"...How about now?"

"No."

"Can I look in the mirror yet?"

"You can wait until I'm finished!"

"But Raindrops! Ow! That hurts!"

"I don't care! Now hold still or the straightener will burn you!"

"Now are you done?"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Raindrop yelled. She stormed out of the room, only to come back with a bucket of water and pour it over my head. I would have been overjoyed by the water if it wasn't for the bucket that came down on my head after.

"Get your dress of and wipe off your makeup. When you’re done well leave." Raindrop started to retreat from the room. My tail had already changed and I swiped it across, slapping Rain on the flank. She just huffed and slammed the door behind. It was good to have a sister again. I slipped out of the tight dress and cleaned off the makeup. I was about to leave the room when raindrop came in, almost hitting me with the door.

"Finished?"

"Yep."

"Aren’t you forgetting something?" I cocked my head, not sure what she meant. I had gotten all the makeup off. She just sighed and shook her head.

"You need to dry off." oh. I had almost forgotten to dry my sleek body off and let it change back. I grabbed a towel with my mouth and lay it on the floor. I got down on the frowned and rolled around on it until my eyes where again back to the unusual state of crossedness. I quickly ran a hoof through my mane and trotted out the door.

The three of us came to the library, which was ironically a tree. Who would think to put paper back into the thing that it came from?

Inside was a mess of confetti, ponies, and bookshelf’s. As soon as we walked in a purplish pink pony with fruit as her cutie mark came up to carrot.

“You got to try the punch Harvest. I made it myself and so far *hick* its workin wonders." Carrot blushed at her friends behavior and stepped away to talk with who I assumed was Berry punch.

"Come tell me before leaving if you decide to. Oh! And I have to talk to you about a job as a mail-mare later, so don't forget!"

Raindrop trotted through the crowed, leaving me alone. I walked along the outskirts of the room, avoiding the party host. She was pink and bouncy. Just the type I would like to avoid. Before long, shouts of "she's here!" went through the room. The lights turned off and we all gathered in a bunch near the center.

"If I see one other pony, I think I'm goanna..." the lights flashed on. I shouted surprise on cue with every pony else. The pink pony ran up to the purple unicorn that had entered and started speaking a mile a minute. I just left the group and trotted to the snack bar only to be disappointed. Personally, i thought this rush back into pony society was to fast, and the food didn't help.

"Hay fries, muffins, cupcakes, hay chips, punch, water..."

"Hi! I’m Lyra!" I looked over to see a greenish unicorn mare coming towards me. Her cutie mark was some sort of instrument.

"Raindrop told me about you and I thought I would come say hi!" When she noticed my eyes drifting off and she looked down embarrassed.

"Oh. I’m sorry. Did you not understand me? I tend to speak pretty fast. Um... Do you like any of the food? I helped make some of it." I decided to play it dumb. This would be too easy with my appearance.

"Muffins!" One word. I hated muffins to death since I got back eight hours ago, but they were much better than the hay fries or daisy salads. Lyra just blushed again and scooted away. It was kind of funny putting ponies in these awkward positions actually.

I heard a ruckus coming from the punch bowl and I see the purple unicorn run from the room. I assumed that would be the last time she was out all night and I was correct. The white unicorn DJ cranked up the wubs. Ponies crowded around me dancing and chatting. Eventually I found Raindrop in there and told her I was going out to get some fresh air. That was the first time in my life that I had claustrophobia. I hated it. The walls were closing in around me and it felt like my wings where broken. I needed to get in some water.

I found the exit and raced out. The night air hit me with a cool blast. I looked up to the moon and sighed. I trotted through the town. All was quiet and dark, the streets vacant of any ponies. I saw a hill in the distance with a good view and changed my course toward it. The stars glowed brighter the farther I went up the hill. When I got near the top I heard a humming noise and continued toward it.

On the very top of the hill sat a stallion with a canvas in front of him. It was completely blank and the brush in his mouth was still void of paint. An easel sat at his feet. It was hard to tell in the dark, but his purple colored face was pure consintration . His hair looked yellow or light orange striped. I looked at his flank and saw that his cutie mark was a star with more on the outsides.

and not to scrawny either .

I went and sat beside him, looking up and taking in the stars.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" the deep, smooth voice streamed into my ears.

"Yes. I used to gaze up at the stars every night when I was a filly. It would always make the troubles of the day go away." I sighed and remembered my life from those many years ago. Now as a twenty four year old, I didn't have time to do this with all my responsibilities.

"Troubles?" the artist seemed interested enough.

"I was frequently picked on in school. I didn't have many friends. Only my sister really stood up for me. I don’t get why they did it though. The bullies gained nothing after the fights. Nothing worth the task I suppose."

"I think I can answer that. I had problems in my family and some things didn't work right. I sometimes picked on other kids to make myself feel better. I didn't do anything serious. Only name calling. There is one problem I always wanted to fix though. One little filly that moved away. She never was mean. She just sort of took my blows and covered them up. I never got the chance to say sorry." we sat there a few more minutes until I heard Raindrops voice calling for us to leave. While I traveled down the hill I looked back once and noticed that the colt had started painting. Only half way to the summer sun celebration ceremony did I notice that I never got his name.