Life With Diamond Tiara

"Oh, THERE you are, Abby! I was looking all around for ya!" Applebloom squealed. "Okay, AppleBloom, let's take Abby home!" Applejack cheered. In order to convince them that I was Abby, I hung my head down and slowed down my walking pace. Luckily it worked. "It's ok Abby. You did the best you could." As we headed to the car, I was content that I was sitting next to Applebloom in the middle seats. Applejack unlocked the car door. I climbed in a middle seat on the right, only to find Pumpkin Cake in the middle and Pound Cake on the left seat. They were much older than my last encounter at their Birthday with Diamond, probably AppleBloom's age (It's amazing how fast). Along with getting older, they also got brattier, almost as bratty as Diamond. "Abby!" they shrieked. It took a while for AppleJack to realize who sat where. Luckily, she would realize it and move the cakes to the back seats of the car. No such luck. "Applebloom, you come to the front seat." Applejack called "Okay, sis!" "NO! oh no no no no no... this cant.... be happening.... NO!" Just then Pumpkin cake scooped me up and said, "She's SO fashionable! Applejack! BRADE HER!" But before Applejack could do it, we were home. "Oh, Abby! We're going to have so much fun, besides, the cakes are staying for the week!"  Oh god. I couldn't stay. But did I have a choice? Which was worse? Staying with the cakes, or staying with Diamond? I decided on The Apple Family and the cakes. Sure, the cakes were bratty, and Applejack will overfeed me, but is that so bad? And anyway, I needed to give the Apple Family a chance. If it didn't work out, I would just run to Diamonds house when everyone was occupied with something else, ok it with Abby and live a somewhat better life. Well, let me tell you, it was good, but not good enough for me to stay. The cakes were bratzillas, and I got really fat. I decided to leave. Luckily (at the time), Diamond Tiara was walking down the street. I ran over to her. "EW! Get away from me, Abby! I couldn't STAND it if you got your muck on my new $500 dress!" I NEEDED to prove that I was Chiffon and NOT Abby. Then I hatched a plan. Maybe I could do my routine. Then she'd know FOR SURE it was me! So I did my little strut and all that junk. After doing it over and over, I convinced her that I really was Chiffon. "Chiffon? YOU RAN AWAY? OMG! SILVER!! It's Chiffon!" she shrieked "Chiffon!" they both gave me a big hug. "Abby!" Applebloom came over. "WHY are you with Diamond and Silver?" "What are you going on about, AppleBOOB?" Diamond Tiara sneered. Both Diamond and Silver giggled. "Are you BLIND?! This is CHIFFON!"Silver Spoon said. "NO IT"S ABBY!" said AppleBloom And th argument went on and on, and finally, Applebloom realized that I was really Chiffon. I could see a tear forming in her eye, and it made me feel like a jerk. Now it was time for a win-over contest. Much like the Mighty B, the 2 (or in this case 3) try to win me over with what I like. Sometimes, they get it wrong, but sometimes, they guess it exactly. Applebloom picked Apples (of course) and Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon picked a pool, and as much cherry shakes with meow mix as I could eat. I picked Diamond. It turns out the Cake Twins were WAY more annoying and bratty than Diamond and Silver combined.