Phyre in Ponyville

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic © Hasbro & Lauren Faust

Story Written by: TOOS0BER

Chapter 2: Elementary Fright

Halo Phyre stirred from her restful sleep as the warming glow of the morning sun peeked through the blinds. Soon, the early morning rays reached the point where they could shine directly into the sleeping filly's eyes. She squirmed, not wishing to leave the comfort of her bed. Biting the hem of her chess board quilt she twisted the other way to stave off the morning glory.

Just as sleep had nearly returned, a rapid knocking on the door echoed into the room.

“Time to get up sleepy head!” Her big sister, Heart Phyre, called just outside.

Why does she have to be an early riser...Halo thought, as she weaved her way deeper under the covers. Heart Phyre may prefer to be the early bird that gets the worm, but Halo would say let the worm sleep. The grand opening of the store wasn't going to be for a few days, and she was still really tired from the trip, even though in truth, Heart Phyre did the work hauling the cart while she just flew around.

Another series of knocks on the door.

“Come on Halo, you're going to be late!” Heart called out, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Late? Late for what? Halo grumbled as she crawled out of bed at a snails pace, her sleepy eyes protesting. She remembered the last several times she ignored her sister when told to get up for the day, and begrudgingly got up. Lets just say that the sheets had to hang out and dry outside.

Halo sat upright and yawned greatly, stretching her legs. She glanced around the room, and couldn't help but smile. Twilight and the others had set up their house for them as an apology for upsetting her sister earlier. They arranged the bottom floor storefront, as well as the kitchen and even their bedrooms. Halo turned to make up her bed, positioned just underneath the window overlooking the marketplace street below. Making the bed was never a strong suit, but after several minutes she finished, trotting across the room to the closet on the far wall. Inside the closet bore a modest amount of clothing. Most of it different colored ribbons and collared vest shirts; but she did have some dresses and formal attire, which she seldom wore, sharing her older sibling's disdain for things fancy or fashioned. Picking out her favorite yellow bow and vest – from amongst a dozen identical pairs.

Halo sat in front of a small vanity mirror attached to a varnished dresser, tying the bright yellow bow in her mane with practiced ease. After brushing her messy mane into the classic forward spike, she glanced at the clock sitting on one of the end tables next to the bed. The clock's hands told that the time was just after seven in the morning.

Man,Halo thought irritated, what is so important to get up this early. Rolling her eyes towards the ceiling, grumbling. She stared at the hanging models of acrobat ponies and fictional flight craft. Models that she had acquired through various means; such as contest prizes, gifts, or just plain buying them with her allowance. For the most part her room was bare. She had many posters and other knick-knacks to put up, sitting in boxes in a corner of the room. The others had only set up the big stuff like the furniture and certain decor, rightly assuming that they'd want to set up the particulars themselves.

Another big yawn made its escape.

“Man,” Halo rasped, speaking to no one in particular as Halo looked at her sleepy guise in the mirror, propping her head up with one hoof. “What in the world could be so important to get up this early...” She asked herself rhetorically.

Halo paced the room a few times, trying to shake the last vestiges of fatigue from her body before heading downstairs. The interior of the house that wasn't part of the storefront was pretty bare, the boxes of pictures and other decorations awaited their discretion. Soon after exiting the hallway, the smell of cooking food swept into Halo's nostrils. She breathed deep, taking in the sweet and savory odors, her mouth watering as a massive grin slowly made itself known. Heart Phyre was cooking breakfast.

She greatly picked up her pace, eager to dig into the waiting meal. Getting used to the new house would take a while. Halo had already gotten lost last night when trying to find her room. It's always in the last place you look.

Finally, she turned the corner passing through a simple set of wooden doors, and found herself in the kitchen. There was Heart Phyre by an old-fashioned cast iron wood stove, wearing a chef's hat and a pink apron, flipping what looked like a really fat tortilla with brown and blue polka dots on it. The nearby round table lined with a red and white checkered table cloth sported a huge spread of food. Over easy eggs, hash browns, biscuits and gravy, custard toast, accompanied by jams and jellies and juices! So intoxicating that Halo didn't even know that her jaw had dropped, only coming to when she realized she was about to drool on the kitchen floor, and gasped in delight.

While staring at the incredible buffet, Halo jumped when Heart Phyre set a heavy plate on the table with half a dozen of the fat tortillas – which she now realized were pancakes. Or, more specifically, cinnamon blueberry chocolate chip pancakes. Her favorite. A small squee slipped past her maw.

“Whoa!” Halo's eyes were glued to the golden brown cakes.

“Well, I know what motivates you in life,” Heart chuckled, removing her apron and hat, taking her seat at the opposite end of the table. “It's surprising how many food stalls open before the sun even comes up. I bought all of this today, and at great bargains! Things are a lot cheaper here in Ponyville.”

Halo barely heard what her sister was rambling about as she reached for this and that, before long she had a plate of food that would satiate a dragon, chowing down at a monstrous rate. If Heart Phyre was offended by the lack of table manners, she certainly didn't show it – not that Halo would have noticed anyways, so busy with the food she was. She did catch a glimpse of her sister rolling her eyes as she fixed her own plate. That's how their meals usually went, Halo ravenously devouring every morsel in sight while Heart was more civilized, but not by much, with little conversation. Halo briefly thought about that white unicorn with the stylized mane that acted so sophisticated – what was her name? Rarity? –  and chuckled at what she might say of their table manners.

When the meal was finally over, and little more than scraps remained on the table, Halo stooped in her chair with the most satisfied smile. Halo would agree that Heart Phyre was the best cook in Equestria. The older mare got up and retrieved a nearby saddle bag, dropping it by Halo's hooves.

“Well?” Heart asked, looking at Halo expectantly.

“Well what?” Halo said as she struggled to sit up, bulging stomach protesting, a confused look on her face. “You didn't make dessert did you?” The thought of more food brought up conflicting desires. Heart's cooking was to die for, but if she ate much more she would likely explode. Sighing in relief as her sister rolled her eyes again and shook her head.

“No silly,” She replied. “Are you ready for your first day at school?” Heart smiled warmly.

Halo's pulse jumped and the content smile disappeared.

“What?” Halo was flabbergasted. School was the last thing she was expecting. A flood of memories emerged, recalling her own experiences with school back in Buckson. Most of them bad.

“You know,” Heart continued, either not noticing or ignoring the panic in Halo's voice. “Miss Cheerilee? Ponyville Elementary? You know...” She paused, seemingly for dramatic effect, “school?”

To which Halo replied, “What!?”

Heart sighed and explained. “The new school year happens to start today, and I've enrolled you so that you won't fall behind in your studies.” Heart then added, since Halo still looked distraught. “It'll be fun. I've heard that Miss Cheerilee is a great teacher while I was shopping in town. Come on, I'll walk you to school.” She headed for the door.

Halo sat there for a bit, still reeling from the shock. Not so much from having to go to school period, but from having to start so soon. They hadn't been in Ponyville for two days. But even so, that wasn't what was bothering her. Halo sighed as Heart waited by the door, and climbed down from the chair, suddenly feeling sleepy again. She hitched the saddle bag, solemnly exiting the front door.

_-**-_//(o)\_-**-_

Halo walked down the marketplace street, Heart Phyre trotting just ahead of her. Just like the day before, the stalls were open and ponies were out and about buying groceries and other necessities. Occasionally a pony would look their way and wave or smile, naturally they would return the gesture. Likely figuring that since the new ponies were still here, the events of the previous night must have worked out for the best.

“I really did overreact,” Halo listened as Heart Phyre talked, more at ease with yesterday's mishaps. “Everyone is so friendly.” A smile plastered on Heart's face.

Halo simply nodded, her thoughts occupied elsewhere as she had to force each step down the street. Eyes on the ground as she followed Heart, convinced that this school wasn't going to be any different; that the teachers would be just as uninteresting as others, and that they'd just sit up there on their pedestal, preaching monologue from a textbook. The other fillies would just shun her like so many others; they had proven that by declining her birthday invitation. Their excuses and reasons? No, they had lied. Some had stated that they had to go to a family reunion some distance away for several days. But they were at school the following day. Some claimed they were deathly ill, and yet they were in class, doing the teacher's assignments. Halo snorted at the thought.

“I hope you can make as many friends as you did in Buckson,” That unintentionally stung. Halo hadn't told her sister about her misery back at the old school.

“Yeah,” Halo faked enthusiasm, careful to keep her gaze somewhere else. “I'm sure I can.”

As far as she could tell, Heart had no idea that Halo knew the truth behind the calls for her birthday, since she saw the writing on the wall the following day. She didn't mean to lie to her sister, it's just that she didn't want her to worry. Her sister already had too much to worry about. Taking care of the bills, buying food and supplies, cooking and cleaning; the last thing her sister needed was to worry about her happiness at school. The way Halo figured it, she could help in her own way by not making Heart worry.

The two continued their way through the dirt road streets, making steady progress towards the outskirts of Ponyville. Heart seemed occupied familiarizing herself with the various stores, taking special interest into a local bakery sweets shop called “Sugarcube Corner”. Which suited Halo just fine; she was busy mentally preparing herself for what was certain to be misery ahead. Soon after, she noticed that the tall country buildings had given way to the countryside itself. Alongside grassy fields lined with random trees, the same hills the pair had traveled yesterday off in the distance, with snowcapped mountains after that. Halo looked around searching for the large brick building, similar to the hypothetical prison that her old school was.

“Ah,” Heart Phyre spoke again. “That must be it!”

Halo turned her head, following the bigger pony's outstretched arm. The building she was looking at wasn't made of brick, or gray, or remotely oppressive looking. In fact, it was downright small compared to the large educational facility back in her hometown. Bearing many similar characteristics to the houses and shops back in town. The building itself was a bright crimson, windows decorating the flanks. Atop the front, a bell tower with an artificial rooster; Buckson elementary just had an intercom. Around the school there were many playground sets; a jungle gym, seesaw, even a small fort with a slide. All around there were fillies Halo's age, playing and laughing, saddle bags strewn about, waiting for the first bell to ring.

“Okay then,” Halo barely noticed that Heart Phyre spoke, “I have some more shopping to handle in town. Are you going to be okay?” Heart bent her head down to Halo's eye level, she recoiled slightly in surprise, averting her eyes for a moment.

“Er, yeah!” Halo lied, trying to hide her nervousness. “I'll be okay sis. You go finish your shopping.” Trying to draw attention back to her sister's chore, as she conjured up a fake smile. Instead of saying anything else, Heart rubbed her sister's head before hugging her goodbye. Then trotted back off to the town proper.

Halo stood there for what seemed like the longest time, watching the deep orange pegasus until she disappeared around the corner of a nearby building. This part wasn't much different than back in Buckson. That school had had a playground too, but she was never invited to play with anypony. The memories certainly weren't helping her here. Halo sighed, took in a deep breath, and walked towards the nearest bench and sat down. Figuring the best thing to do was just get through the day.

Before too long, another pony appeared in the double doorway to the school. Halo admired the adult pony, her dark cherry coat and her light pink mane, she was very pretty. With her maw, the adult pony reached into an alcove Halo couldn't see from this angle, and the bell started to ring. As a direct result, all the fillies in the yard turned and started trotting towards the door. Halo waited until everypony was almost inside before she made her way, repeating an old habit of being last pony.

“Good morning my little ponies!” The adult pony addressed rather cheerfully. “Welcome back to school!” She watched with a big smile on her face as everypony filed in through the door. As Halo approached, the teacher briefly held her gaze on Halo. The little filly quickly looked away, ducking slightly behind somepony's head.

As Halo entered the classroom proper, she expected rule charts, and gray. However, her jaw dropped to the floor as she paused by the door. The classroom was, beautiful. The paint on the walls was bright and colorful, making the room feel much bigger than it should have. The desks themselves looked like artisan pieces of work, starkly opposed to the gray metal and composite board back in Buckson. There wasn't a blank section of wall in the whole schoolhouse. Professional paintings, predictably education based, decorated every wall alongside plain pieces of paper that had colorful, but badly drawn, pictures that must have been made by the students. Low bookshelves and drawers and cabinets lined the walls. For just a moment, Halo was stunned. She had expected something different entirely. The classroom was warm and inviting, not cold and oppressive. Halo felt her body relax a little.

“Come on everypony,” The pony that Halo assumed was the teacher said. “Please find your seats.” She looked expectantly to the filly standing by the door.

Halo looked around the bright classroom, she was the only one that hadn't seated herself yet, and everypony was staring at her. What little the classroom had put her at ease vanished at this dawning realization. Quickly making her way to the only available open seat, which was in the middle second row, to one side of the room. Halo grimaced, she would have preferred to be unnoticed in the back row. Shortly after taking her seat, the other students lost interest and returned their attention to the front of the classroom to the teacher, who had introduced herself as Miss Cheerilee.

“Hello again my little ponies!” Miss Cheerilee said cheerfully. “Did everypony have a wonderful summer?” The class responded, nodding enthusiastically or chanting yes, Miss Cheerilee. Or both.

Halo chanced a glance around the classroom. The size of the class was something that was odd to her. Back in Buckson, there were anywhere from forty to sixty students to one teacher; here there was only about a dozen, maybe as many as eighteen.

“Well,” Miss Cheerilee continued, “I see we have a new pony with us today.” She looked straight at Halo Phyre. Realizing she was talking about her, Halo shrank under Cheerilee's gaze. To make things worse, the rest of the class had turned to look at her too.

“Please, would you come up and introduce yourself to the rest of the class?” Miss Cheerilee asked innocently, gesturing with a hoof.

Halo gulped, and was caught by surprise. The class size back in Buckson pretty much forbade introductions for new students. For one, because they came and went so fast that it seemed like a waste of time. For two, nopony had really seemed to care back then. Halo looked this way and that, feeling as though all the eyes in Equestria were on her.

Gulping once more, Halo dismounted her chair and headed for the front of the class. Standing there, she simply didn't know what to say. While only maybe a minute had passed, it felt like she had been standing there for hours, everypony's attention focused solely on her.

“Um,” She stammered, clearing her throat to speak up. “Uh, m-my name is Halo Phyre. I'm from, uh, Buckson. My sister and I moved to Ponyville to, um, g-get a fresh start –” From the crowd, Halo heard somepony make a comment, something about a fresh start being another term for being poor, and some of the students started chuckling softly. A similar memory flashed in Halo's mind. She was surrounded by fillies that had designer clothes on, they were cruelly commentating on her more simple attire. Glaring at her with contempt.

Closing her eyes, Halo shrank into her shell, desperate to banish the unpleasant memory. It was true that was one of the reasons they had initially moved to Ponyville. But mainly, it was part of Heart Phyre's dream to open up her own hobby shop. And the fact that her parents had...

The thought was interrupted by another contemptuous chuckle, Halo didn't look up, but the voice sounded the same as the one who made the comment. The voice sounded snooty, full of herself, even arrogant to her ears. She had heard similar voices before, belonging to the vast majority of fillies she had interacted with. More uncomfortable memories flooded her mind, Halo felt her body give way slightly under the stress, suddenly struggling to keep her balance.

“Now that's enough,” Miss Cheerilee intervened, even when she was being stern, her voice sounded so very kind. Halo looked up at her. Cheerilee's face hinting at her annoyance as she continued. “That's no way to treat a new student Diamond Tiara.”

“Yes, ma'am...” The same voice spoke, this time Halo identified the filly known as Diamond Tiara. A pale pink coated filly, gray blue eyes, and a two-toned mane...with what appeared to be an elegant expensive tiara, Halo twitched at that. The filly then propped her head up with her hoof, and continued to glare at Halo, unsure what was going through the other filly's mind.

“Now then,” Miss Cheerilee said, her warm smile and sweet tone returning. “thank you for the introduction Halo, welcome to our class!” Halo walked back over to her seat, watching Diamond Tiara through the corner of her eye. She was talking to another filly. Gray coat and a gray mane braided in a ponytail with what looked like designer glasses.

As Miss Cheerilee began teaching, Halo tried to ignore the conversation that Tiara and the other filly, who was apparently her friend, were having. She caught a few words, pertaining to her socioeconomic status, followed by more stifled laughter. Even so, what did reach her ears was affecting her deeply,  causing the depressed filly to slump in her chair. Subconsciously, Halo stroked the yellow bow in her mane, thinking about the discount store it had been bought from.

For the next several minutes, Miss Cheerilee scribbled on the blackboard, nosing the chalk in her mouth bobbing this way and that. Halo sighed, she knew what was going to happen next. She would write whatever she was writing and then turn to lecture the class on what it was supposed to mean. That translated as nap time to Halo, as she propped her chin on her hooves.

“Okay,” Miss Cheerilee finished her scribbling, and turned to address the class, spitting out the chalk onto her desk. The teacher made a face as she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and said, “Why hasn't somepony invented better tasting chalk yet?” The class laughed, Halo herself chuckled at the uncommonly expressed joke. Cheerilee waited a moment for the class to calm down.

“Nasty tasting chalk aside,” She continued. “who can tell me the difference between a barrel roll and high velocity spin?”

Halo perked up at that, becoming fully attentive. They were going to learn about some maneuvers in flying! Halo shot her hoof in the air, waving enthusiastically back and forth, a massive grin on her face. In Buckson the teachers almost never asked for input from the students, just standing up there and lecturing.

More chuckling to her left. Although Halo's attention was focused elsewhere, she heard the whisper and made out one of the nick names she heard the most back in Buckson: spaz. She froze, smile and enthusiasm vanishing instantly. That name was earned because when she did have something to say, she always expressed it vigorously, and other students would call her a spaz for it. And it was happening again, from that same Tiara filly. Halo blushed, her ears flat against her skull, and sunk deeper into her seat. Now, the whole class wasn't laughing, but in her mind the silence was a deafening chorus from her memories.

“Yes Halo?” Miss Cheerilee called on her, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.

Halo paused, unable to find her voice for a moment. “N-Nothing, Miss Cheerilee...” At that moment, she just wanted to disappear, fighting back the depressing shadow that now loomed in her mind. I can't deal with this, not again. She thought somberly, desperate to keep the tears bottled up behind her eyelids.

The rest of class went by in this fashion. Halo sat quietly, dispirited and completely unwilling to participate. She still heard the occasional remark from some other filly, but she no longer cared, too busy stewing in her own misery. She tried to find solace in the many paintings, trying to find a distraction. Nothing worked as time went by painfully slow.

Eventually, Miss Cheerilee announced that it was time for recess. Halo wasn't roused from her trance until movement and the sound of rustling chairs caught her attention. Everypony was filing out through the door. A glittering tiara caught her eye, staring as Diamond Tiara and her unnamed companion exited to the outside. Once again, Halo repeated her habit of being last pony out.

_-**-_//(o)\_-**-_

It was another beautiful day in Ponyville. Miss Cheerilee sat in the empty classroom, examining summer reports and pictures some of her student's had drawn for her over the summer, a warm smile plastered on her face. Even though the pictures were poorly drawn in crayons and colored pencils, Cheerilee treasured every single one of them; they were masterful works of art in her mind, worth more  than the multi-million bit paintings in Canterlot. The only regret was that there was only so much room on the school walls. Opening the lowest drawer in the desk, Cheerilee stored her treasures in a violet folder with a bright red heart on it labeled “my little students”.

Carefully she deposited the pictures and summer reports. She didn't ask for reports for credit, even though she did give the fillies a grade for them, desiring them out of genuine interest in what her little students had learned throughout the summer.

Cheerilee sighed. Yet, something was bothering her today. She got up from her desk and headed for one of the curtained windows that overlooked the street and playground outside. Outside everypony was having a good time. She watched as some swung on the swings, slid down the slide, or just sat in the grass talking to friends, likely asking about each other's summer. Her smile returned partly.

Still, she didn't quite see the filly she was looking for. She squinted her eyes, broadening her search through the relatively small window. After a few moments, she found the one she was looking for. The little light orange pegasus with the yellow bow and matching vest, the latest addition to her wonderful class, was sitting on a bench just across the street. Her yellow bow very noticeable on the bright sunny day.

Miss Cheerilee made her way outside, eyes blinking as they adjusted to the sunlight. Then, trotted down the hill and slowly approached the bench where Halo Phyre was sitting. As the happy-go-lucky teacher approached, her smile gave way to a frown. The new filly looked very sad, sitting there like the world as she knew it was at an end.

After a few moments, she finally reached the bench, and sat on the grass next to Halo Phyre, waiting for the student to acknowledge her presence. Halo looked up after a few moments, Cheerilee smiles back at her, despite knowing that the poor girl is fighting back tears, and seems to be losing.

“Hello Miss Cheerilee,” Halo sniffs, wiping her nose.

“Hello Halo Phyre,” Cheerilee answers back, looking sympathetic. “How is your first day at Ponyville Elementary?” She asks the rhetorical question, already knowing the answer.

Halo doesn't give one. Just bowing her head and continuing to sulk instead.

Miss Cheerilee sees she isn't getting through, and changes tact. Deciding for a bit more of a direct approach.

“What's bothering you sweetheart?” Cheerilee asks, emphasizing her concern by putting a hoof on Halo's knee. “You can tell me anything, and it'll stay just between us. I promise.” It's a sincere gesture, as she doesn't like to see her students unhappy for whatever reason.

“It-it's nothing.” Cheerilee knew that was a lie. In fact, she had a good idea why Halo was depressed, as she looked in the direction of Diamond Tiara, who was chatting with her friend Silver Spoon. Cheerilee knew she couldn't, and shouldn't, force Halo to tell her what was wrong. But even so, she had to be there for her students. She would ask once more, and let the subject fall.

“Are you sure honey?” Shuffling a bit closer, trying to be as sympathetic as possible.

Halo didn't meet her gaze, and solemnly nodded.

Even though she was defeated, Cheerilee's smile remained persistent.

“Okay dear,” She removed her hoof, but stayed just a moment longer. “If you ever need to talk to somepony, I'm always available.” This time the little filly did meet her eyes, and managed a weak smile, muttering thanks through her choked throat. Cheerilee still desperately wanted to help, but she knew that forcing the subject would always do more harm than good. Halo would talk to her when she was ready. However, that didn't mean she wouldn't have a talk with Diamond Tiara about her attitude – again.

Cheerilee made her way back into the colorful classroom, sighing as she smiled at the framed drawings of her students, picking out a special spot for the first drawing Halo would have the courage to give to her. Next she glanced at the stationary hands of the clock, recess was almost over. Cheerilee looks out the window a second time. Even though she couldn't make out Halo's face at this distance, she could tell that her head was held a little bit higher – the brief talk had indeed helped. Cheerilee's smile increased.

I'll give them five more minutes, She thought. It won't hurt.

_-**-_//(o)\_-**-_

The day continued more or less. Time passed and the sun occupied a new position in the sky, making its journey towards the horizon, as it has done so for all eternity. Symbolizing the ending of one day and the hope of a better tomorrow that will follow soon enough. Class went on without much more excitement. Diamond Tiara had quieted down for whatever reason, Halo suspected Miss Cheerilee had something to do with that. She was a very special teacher; none of her previous mentors had ever bothered to comfort her like that. Cheerilee even smiled brighter than usual when Halo sheepishly raised her hoof for a question. Even so, the school day took longer than she would have liked, dragging on and on.

Eventually though, the day did end, and Halo was relieved as she trotted down the street, sad, but not depressed. Not quite hating school, but didn't have any reasons to validate going back. Somehow it felt criminal to subject anypony to that sort of treatment. Having to deal with the loathing and contempt of others, sitting there idly taking the abuse.

Halo stomped her hoof.

No, she thought, frustration replacing sadness. I'll show her. I'm not going to let her get the better of me! Halo stopped herself. She remembered several instances in school back in Buckson where she witnessed more... violent... arguments. Knowing she didn't want to turn into a bully, but at the same time she didn't want Diamond Tiara to win. She grimaced every time at the memory of that pony, and her friend what's-her-name.

The little filly continued walking down the dirt street, letting her mind wander, eager to forget. The street was slightly busier now, with more fillies now that school let out for the day. So many vendors, one pony could likely find anything they would ever need in the marketplace. A strange thought occurred to Halo, how in the world did Heart Phyre manage to find all of the ingredients in such a short amount of time? Well, Heart always did like to shop, and cooking with ingredients required shopping for ingredients, so she assumed her sister acquired quite a knack for it.

Halo looked this way and that, trying to get her bearings. She had been looking for her sister's store for a while now. Matter of fact, this street seemed familiar, facehooving as she realized that she was going in circles. Her pulse quickened, and yet, she wasn't scared. Briefly regretting not paying attention to her surroundings on the journey to school that morning.

“Well howdy!” If Halo wasn't scared before, she certainly was startled by the cheery country voice that called out just behind her. After her heart recovered, she turned to see who it was – even though she already knew. Applejack stood in front of her with that big friendly smile, looking down at her. The only difference now was that she wore a white shopkeeper's apron, with several gold bits weighing down the chest pocket. That smile lessened as she examined Halo's face. “Why so glum partner?”

“Oh it's nothing Applejack,” Halo managed a fake smile with practiced ease.

Applejack didn't buy it. “Oh come on now. Somethin's obviously botherin' ya'.” She put a hoof on Halo's shoulder.

Before Halo could even consider telling Applejack about her time at Ponyville elementary, another, shriller voice called out to Applejack. “Sis! What're yah doin'! We got apples tah sell!” Another filly with a light creamy coat and fiery red mane called out. Halo squinted, recognizing the other pony, in particular the pink bow in her mane. She was one of the students in Miss Cheerilee's class.

“It's all right sugar cube,” Applejack answered back, “come over here a spell.” Waving the filly over.

The small filly looked disgruntled, obviously she really wanted to sell those apples for some reason; it was only a guess, but Halo thought it was about more than making money. Halo waited as she trotted over.

“What is it Apple-” She stopped mid-sentence as she recognized Halo. “Hey! Your the new girl in mah class!” She said with a big grin.

“Yup,” Halo answered back, feeling more at ease.

“So how was yer first day?” She asked without realizing. “Miss Cheerilee is pretty awesome huh?”

“Yeah,” That was the one thing Halo could be truthful about. Miss Cheerilee was definitely an awesome teacher, and a good friend. Even so, she couldn't bring herself to tell them about how she really felt at school, trying to come up with another lie. “It was pretty good.”

It didn't work. Applejack and the young filly exchanged worried glances, and then Applejack tried to change the subject.

“Well, this is my little sister Applebloom. She helps me around the farm and sellin' the apples.”

“Hi, I'm –” Halo was interrupted by Applebloom.

“Yeah, Halo Phyre, I was sitting on the other side of the room.” Applebloom said casually. Then she said something Halo didn't expect, but was nonetheless glad to hear. “Don't let them other ponies get to yah.” Applebloom smiled and winked.

That made Halo feel a good bit better, but not nearly enough. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Yeeerrrr welcome!” Applebloom said enthusiastically, smiling even bigger.

Halo looked up at the waning sun, she really should get back. Heart was likely wondering where she was. “Um,” She started. “You wouldn't happen to know where our shop is would you?” Halo  blushed in embarrassment, aware that her question was an odd one. Forgetting where your own house was? She fought the urge to smack her forehead with her hoof again.

Applejack's big smile reappeared. “It should be just over thar!” She pointed to another intersection just a few yards away.

“Oh,” Halo's blush deepened, and she chuckled nervously. “Right, thanks! It was nice meeting you Applebloom!” Halo trotted off quickly, eager to get home.

_-**-_//(o)\_-**-_

“There,” Heart Phyre said as she finished drying the last white plate and tucked it away within its cabinet. “Every pot and pan, dish and cup, perfectly clean.” The kitchen sparkled, literally. Every surface retained a sheen that had not likely been seen in years. When Heart made breakfast this morning all she did was a rudimentary dusting, just enough cleaning so that sanitation wouldn't be a problem. But after Halo had left for school, she really cracked down. Dusting, washing, and sanitizing every nook and cranny. The floor was mopped and one of her neighbors had generously given her some floor wax for a wonderful finish. Let's just say that dust bunnies were now extinct in this kitchen.

Heart Phyre's chest swelled with immense pride at her work, the fruits of her labors would show for years to come; or at least until supper time. Cooking tended to make a mess, especially when Heart was preparing.

Heart sighed, content. She headed for the living room, which was actually a smaller room connected to the main sales floor. It was set up for the most part, furniture, entertainment center, etcetera, but several boxes still needed to be unpacked. Heart had planned for this area to be a lounge for the store, where customers could relax and read material or watch videos, and for it to be their personal living room. As she came in, the first thing in view was the large screen television box, front and center, two windows flanking either side. A couch and a pair of bean bag chairs set up in prime time view, with a simple wooden coffee table between them. The walls themselves were lined with more shelves, boasting a rather small collection of books. Heart made a mental note to ask Twilight if she could get copies of some of the library's books to help fill the holes. For now, she just had what she brought with her from Buckson. The rest of the room had a dozen more bean bag chairs arranged in reading circles, simple colorful carpets adding a final touch and contrast to the floor's new sheen.

Soon, Heart thought to herself, imagining the room once it was complete. Very soon.

She plopped herself on the couch, relaxing for the first time that day. Silence. Almost utter silence. The only exception was the occasional clopping as somepony passed by close to the shop, or the twitter of nearby birds. Heart had never heard such beauty, as Buckson was always so noisy. The sound of the city was often quite irritating and cost her several sleepless nights. No matter what time of day or night it was, there was the constant sound of hooves. Not so much due to volume, but the concrete sidewalks just made it echo, and loudly. Punctuated frequently by the blaring horn of a taxi carriage. Sometimes Heart wondered how anypony got to sleep, so much dang noise and all. Just another in an increasingly long list of pleasant trade-offs to moving.

The sweet lull approached, beckoning Heart Phyre to dream land. Either her body was aching so badly that she had gone numb, or this couch was far more comfortable than she had given credit for. Briefly wondering if this was what it was like to sleep on a cloud. Another mental note; ask Rainbow Dash if clouds were all they were cracked up to be as beds...

Heart's ear twitched as a tiny click made itself known, briefly shattering the perfect silence. Glancing around the room, the deep orange pony looked for the source. It sounded like it came from upstairs. Yawning, she looked around the room, searching for a clock to tell her the time.

Ugh, she sighed. Dang it, need to hang that clock up. Heart cursed what she perceived as momentary laziness in the face of so much still left undone. Yawning again, she regretfully dragged herself up from the cozy couch, a near instant longing to plop back down to nod off. She fought that urge. Whatever it was, she needed to investigate to find out if it was important or not. Yet another habit that tagged along from her days in Buckson.

Heart made her way to the stairs with little mental effort. She had been moving around the house all day, doing activities, unpacking, and in general getting the layout of the place down as soon as possible to make the transition easier. Many of the boxes that had been laid on the floor had been removed, their contents dispersed in appropriate places. Pictures and portraits decorated the hallway walls, a couple tables holding decorative knick-knacks. She paused in the dim hallway and listened.

Thump.

Heart's ear twitched again, to her right, a little further down. Making an extra effort to minimize noise, she crept down the hallway passing her own room and making her way to the second bedroom, which belonged to her younger sister. Pressing her ear on the door just in time to hear a second thump, dulled by the springs of a mattress, their resounding squeak audible even through the door.

I guess school isn't quite as long here in Ponyville. Heart thought, as she was sure the schedule wouldn't be the same as the older elementary school. Although, Heart's brow furrowed at the possibility that she had skipped out on class. Anypony with eyes could have seen Halo was not very excited to go. She shook her head, berating herself for considering her own sister would skip class! She taught her better than that.

But still... the thought nagged at the adult pegasus.

Heart pressed her ear against the door a second time, listening for anything, and was rewarded with nothing. Most likely the little filly was exhausted from her day and was trying to catch some z's. Briefly Heart considered letting her sister sleep, but going to bed at this time of day would seriously mess with Halo's sleep schedule. She would wake up at three in the morning, and be dead tired by noon. Heart knew from experience that it was a vicious cycle, from her own days as a hyperactive young filly.

The door creaked open, and the mare entered the room as quietly as possible. Just as she thought, there was a little orange lump with a yellow bow lying on top of the bed. There was little light in the room as the wooden slat blinds had been closed, Heart nearly tripped on the carelessly tossed saddle bag that sat in the middle of the floor. She paused at the side of the bed, Halo's back to her, watching as the little yellow vest moved up and down in rhythm with the soft breathing.

Heart smiled. Then she tore her gaze from her sister to take a look outside. It was still a lovely day, but that wasn't what she was looking for. Scanning the ground below, she spotted several fillies around the same age as Halo running and playing in the marketplace below. She sighed easily in relief; surely that is proof enough that she didn't skip class.

Now Heart returned her gaze to the sleeping beauty, and her own heart melted. She felt blessed to have Halo with her now. An immense sense of appreciation and gratitude, and joy at sharing a new life with her.

Halo shuddered in her sleep, a worrisome moan escaping her mouth. Heart's attention jumped and her smile disappeared. Medical instinct kicked in as her mind raced through what might be wrong. When Halo was much smaller, the responsibility of taking care of her as a foal was thrust upon Heart; so she read as many books as she could on the subject of caring for the young. First, she examined Halo's breathing; her chest moved at an easy rate, air flow from her nostrils was good. Next, she gently checked her pulse, it was a little high, but nothing to worry about; perhaps being physical exertion from the trip home from school. Finally Heart softly pressed her hoof against Halo's forehead, feeling for a temperature; all normal.

Heart blinked several times. As far as she could tell, Halo was just fine. Examining her sister for the fifth time, finding nothing of concern. Heart forced herself to relax, taking another look up and down the filly's prone body. She was about to leave when she did a double take at the pillow; a dark, damp spot forming around her sister's head.

At first Heart thought it was just drool, but something was off. It wasn't centered around Halo's mouth, which was firmly closed. Instead, it was a few inches higher, around her eyes. Only as she stared at this phenomenon did Heart hear the slight sobbing. Halo was crying in her sleep.

Although, the small filly was doing more than weep in her sleep, Heart heard her mumbling too.  Bowing her head to get a good listen; it was pretty hard to hear what she was saying, catching only snippets. Something about it all being the same, that it wasn't fair, why her, and... regret. But regret for what? Before it was all repeated, Heart heard her name mentioned, along with 'sorry for everything'.

If Heart wasn't confused and worried before, she was now. Under the impression that today, and previous school days had gone well. What was the same? What was unfair? What did she mean by 'sorry for everything'? All these questions swam in Heart's head all at once. Perhaps it was time to get some answers.

Heart gently shook Halo's shoulders, trying to rouse her sister from sleep.

“Hey,” Heart spoke softly. “Wake up sleepy, it's too early for bed.”

The filly rubbed her eyes as she lay there in the bed, groaning when her restful sleep had been interrupted, likely irritated too. Halo mumbled, asking for five more minutes, as she usually does. Trying to nestle back down to sleep. But Heart wasn't having any of that, she shook Halo some more, repeating the same words that she needed to get up.

“Come on,” Heart said. “I'll make you something special, but you need to get up first.” Resorting to a form of bribery wasn't something Heart liked to do often, but this was a special circumstance. She knew something was bothering Halo, and evidently it had for quite some time.

As she exited the room she called out to her sister, asking that she be down in ten minutes, caving in to her original request for more sleeping time. Even though she gave Halo this, she added, “I do expect you to be down in ten minutes Halo Phyre.” Heart used her sister's full name, in a wary tone.

Back down in the kitchen, Heart made note of the time and went about collecting what she would need to fulfill her own promise. Gathering a metallic pot from the nearby cupboard and filling it with water, finally placing it over the stove top to heat up.  Next she retrieved a pair of mugs, and a curved, unmarked lidded container.

This ought to cheer her up, Heart thought as she removed the lid and sniffed its contents. The rich chocolate smell with a hint of mint wafting up her nose. Dosing out the light-brown powder evenly into the mugs. After putting the mix away, she glanced at the time again, the clock hands indicating that it had almost been ten minutes.

Heart waited a spell, listening. Light hoof steps were heard, and she smiled as Halo rounded the corner with a bad case of bed head and a wrinkled bow to match.

“School that tiring hm?” Heart asked.

Halo sniffed the air, taking in the warm minty goodness. Heart pulled up a chair for her, which she silently accepted. When she got close, she could see the tear streaks on Halo's face. Either she didn't know they were there or she did not care. Likely the former.

Heart made her way to check on the water, which was coming close to temperature. “So,” She started. “how was your first day.” She focused on Halo's face, carefully examining her reaction.

Halo winced slightly. “It was... good.”

“Did you make any new friends?” It was a semi-innocent question, which she had a genuine interest in.

A slight droop in Halo's eyelids as she focused on the grain of the table. “Yeah, I did.” Heart waited to hear more.

“Applebloom is in my class.” Halo said plainly. When Heart didn't say anything, Halo added that Applebloom was Applejack's little sister.

“And anypony else?” Again, Heart paid special attention to analyze her sister's reaction.

“Yeah,” Halo said, a tiny twitch of the ear made itself known. “I met a few other fillies in the class that seemed okay.” It was all in her tone. Heart turned to the stove, the water now at a rolling boil.  She paused, collecting her thoughts.

Seems she is having trouble making friends. Why doesn't she just say so? Why lie?

Heart distractedly fills each mug with hot water and stirs the mucky brown contents, creating a smooth velvety elixir. She then reached over to another small container and dropped a few marshmallow candies into one mug – something she knew that Halo would enjoy. She made her way back to the table, presenting the mallow mug to Halo first before taking her own seat directly across from her.

Sitting there, Heart lets her sister take the first sip before taking one of her own, contemplating the next move. The warming charm was working; Halo's smile returned bit by bit. Deciding then to press her next question.

“Was Miss Cheerilee everything I've heard about?” Heart asked. She already knew about how boring the teachers back in Buckson were, having been called to the principals office a few times when Halo was caught sleeping in class. Truth be told, she was half expecting a call or message from Miss Cheerilee. More out of habit than a lack of trust in her abilities.

Halo perked up. “Yeah, she's a fantastic teacher. She's very nice, and as weird as it sounds, she makes everything interesting.” Heart sat quietly, sipping her mug occasionally as Halo went on about Miss Cheerilee this and Miss Cheerilee that, and drew the conclusion that the teacher wasn't the problem. She could tell that was the truth by her sister's rising enthusiasm.

So if it's not the teacher, it may be the friend situation. Heart recalled Halo stating that she had many friends in Buckson elementary. She was happy to hear it, but something else nagged at her as she considered this.

Halo had finished speaking by then, and was sipping more frequently on the cooling chocolate. Heart hesitated to mention what she heard while she was in Halo's room. On one hoof, it might be the only way to get Halo to tell her the truth about what was going on. And on the other hoof, it might be seen as a privacy or trust violation somehow. She would need a different tact.

“Have you heard anything from your old friends in Buckson?”

Heart had gotten up to heat more water, anticipating that her sister would want seconds, and had her back to Halo. While she was unable to see the filly's face, she did hear the failed attempt to hide a slight sigh. The seemingly innocent question had upset her quite a bit. As a slight apology, she added a couple extra marshmallows this cup.

Heart waited until she had given the refreshed cup to Halo and returned to her own seat. This time, Halo had propped her head up on one hoof and stared into the mug aimlessly, either very bored or deep in thought. Now Heart decided to press a bit more.

“Surely one of them would have written something,” She continued, again watching Halo's reaction. “I didn't forget to give them our new address did I?” It was a feint of a question. She had indeed handed out the new address to Halo's old friends so they could write her.

Halo's eyes widened a little bit, “No, no. They got the new address I'm sure. You don't need to worry about it. I mean they might be too busy to write.” A weak smiled pervaded as she seemed to talk rather quickly. Heart took a long, slow sip while her sister gabbed.

She was keeping something from her, that much Heart Phyre was sure.

“Honey,” she began with a sweet nickname, her tone soft. “Is there anything you need to tell me?” Heart laid her cards on the table, putting on her best I'm-concerned-about-you face. This was it; depending on what direction the conversation took now, she would either find out what was wrong, or it'd just get buried again.

She watched as Halo seemed to squirm, shifting position as though the short time she had been sitting there was becoming uncomfortable. Her gaze going back and forth between the steaming mug and direct contact with Heart Phyre's eyes.

Halo sighed deeply, closing her deep emerald eyes. Instinctively, Heart perked her ears up, intent on catching every word.

“If everypony is saying it,” Halo paused. “then I guess it must be obvious huh?” Halo stared back at her older sister. Heart stayed silent, letting her continue. “First Miss Cheerilee, and then Applejack. And now you too. I've been lying to you Heart. Ever since Buckson.” She started choking up as the truth spilled out. Heart remained silent, hanging on the gravity of every word.

“I-I didn't have any f-friends in Buckson,” Heart watched as Halo's ears bent back, the water works building. “I couldn't t-tell you because I...” She trailed off for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“It's okay,” Heart interrupted softly. “Please tell me...”

A weak smile appeared and briefly vanished on Halo, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I couldn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry about me.” She spoke rather quickly, eager for the truth to finally escape, like a spillway easing pressure on a dam.

Heart blinked. “Worry?” Not quite understanding what her sister meant.

“You had to do everything back in Buckson, Heart. The bills, buying the food, working your own job while taking on more odd jobs just to get enough money, and cooking and cleaning.” It was true. Since their parents were not there for them, Heart had to take the heavy burden of doing everything. “The last thing I wanted to do was add one more thing for you to worry about...” The tears came in earnest now as Halo lost the fight to hold them back.

Heart said nothing. What could she say? She got up from her chair and quickly made her way to Halo, who was now bowing her head low to the table, sobbing. Putting a hoof on Halo's shoulder, the older mare pulled the little filly into a hug. It caught Halo by surprise, as it took her several moments to comprehend what was happening.

“Oh Halo,” Heart began. “I'll always be concerned about you, because I love you. Nothing is more important to me than you having a happy life. Nothing else matters to me more than you.” Now her own tears were flowing, overjoyed that she could help with this burden.

“Y-you mean y-you're not m-mad?” Halo asked as Heart held her with both hooves, looking deep into her misty eyes.

“No,” Heart said. “Of course not! I just wish you had told me the truth sooner Halo.” She paused a moment. “Please, don't apologize, there is nothing to forgive.” The two stared into each other before embracing in another hug.

Groan.

The tender moment was interrupted by two monstrous growls, their stomachs signaling that they needed food. Apparently all the emotional outbursts of late were making them very hungry. Heart broke the hug and set Halo back on the chair.

“Now,” Heart Phyre said. “Who wants a grilled cheese and pickle sandwich while they tell me how their day really went?” Heart smiled at the little filly with her eyebrow cocked.

“I do!” Halo smiled wide, showing off her pearly whites.

And so Heart Phyre grabbed her favorite apron, reinvigorated as she began cooking a gourmet meal. She listened as Halo described her day at school in earnest detail. Starting with the surprise beheld when she first saw the school and it's interior. Miss Cheerilee when class had begun, and the stage fright she felt when introducing herself to the whole class. Heart laughed when Halo talked about the wild enthusiasm she had when trying to answer a question. And as promised, the filly told her older sister about the not so good parts too. The other filly who was called Diamond Tiara that had made fun of her, and the other remarks that were made. Halo still sighed at the thought, but went on to explain how Cheerilee had gone out of her way to help her feel better. Heart beamed, delighted that Ponyville was blessed with such a great teacher.

“I know it hurts when even just one filly acts so mean,” Heart was talking about Diamond Tiara. “But in truth, ponies like her will be everywhere, no matter where you go.” It was the painful truth, but Halo needed to hear it. “I'm sure that everypony else in the class doesn't think that way about you. And even if that were true, why should that keep you from enjoying life?”

What was left of the dark cloud above Halo's spiky maned orange head disappeared at this new revelation, her eyes growing wider as she beamed at Heart's words. The experienced mare decided to continue with one last statement.

“You said Applejack's sister, Applebloom, was in your class right?” Halo just nodded. “Maybe you can make friends with her. And if this Tiara character says anything, just ignore her. Don't let others ruin your day or your life.” Heart served the golden brown sandwiches, the gooey cheese oozing out of the corners.

“Thanks sis.” Halo thanked her for both the sandwich and the advice. Heart didn't have to hope she would put it to good use, she knew she would.

Heart watched Halo bite into the cheesy goodness, laughing as a long yellow string drooped from her smiling mouth.

“Did I ever tell you about a colt named Johnny?” Halo shook her head mid bite. Heart went on, telling her sister story after story about her own experiences in school, trying to provide any more help she could. This went on for a time, laughing and sharing as they ate their lunches.

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The following morning was very similar to the previous. Halo had difficulty waking up, simply because it was way... too... early. Breakfast was not a banquet as before, but her big sister had made her favorite pancakes again, and this time Halo scooted off to school by herself. Cantering happily, making her way to the schoolhouse on the outskirts of Ponyville, actually eager to get there.

She rounded the bend and was greeted by almost the exact same scene as yesterday; fillies playing in the schoolyard waiting for the bell. Halo didn't quite have the courage to speak to anypony yet, so she sat on the same bench again. Only this time she began to draw on a piece of paper with some crayons instead of moping.

Before Halo knew it, Miss Cheerilee had appeared on the front steps and rang the morning bell. Halo jumped up and raced for the door, eager to begin class. She couldn't help but giggle as Miss Cheerilee was startled by the stark enthusiasm Halo displayed heading for her seat.

“Well somepony is happy today.” Miss Cheerilee said cheerfully to Halo as she recovered from the surprise, that smile ever present.

The orange filly just smiled big and nodded, patiently waiting for the rest of the students to take their own seats. Halo noticed Diamond Tiara and her friend enter the room, catching a glimpse of that smug I'm-better-than-you look that she seemed to wear all the time. But that didn't bother her anymore, simply ignoring it.

Class continued as normal. Or as normal as having an awesome teacher that is. Miss Cheerilee was constantly switching up boring explanations with fun examples while they studied mathematics. After that they read along with Cheerilee from one of the Daring Do novels, playfully changing her voice switching from character to character, occasionally asking the class a question relevant to what was happening in the book – Halo eagerly answered many of them. Yes, Halo did hear the smirks and quips coming from Tiara, but she was having far too much fun to bother with that.

Halo actually felt sad when recess came around, hesitating to leave the classroom while unintentionally being the last pony out. Once more she retreated to her solitary bench, where she happily worked on drawing the picture she was working on earlier, finishing it just before the bell sounded. Again rushing towards the school door.

While in class, Halo learned that Tiara's friend was named Silver Spoon, and also learned some of the names of her other classponies. The rest of the school day was a blast, and gave Halo new motivation to stay on a good sleep schedule so she wouldn't be tired during class. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and that meant her time at school.

Halo stepped outside into the bright sunlight, conflicting emotions about going home. She nearly reached the wooden gate when she heard a familiar country voice call out to her.

“Hey! Halo, wait up a sec!” Halo turned as Applebloom cantered up next to her with two other fillies. One was an orange pegasus with a slightly purple messy mane, and the other a creamy white unicorn with a well maintained curly mane who stopped on either side of Applebloom.

“Guys, this is Halo Phyre. Halo, these are mah bestest friends, Scootaloo,” Applebloom gestured towards the pegasus, “and Sweetie Belle.” and then pointed at the unicorn.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle said hi simultaneously.

“Hello,” Halo replied in kind.

The four of them sat down on the ground and began chatting merrily. Asking about each other's likes and dislikes, their family, among other things. Applebloom re-introduced themselves as the “Cutie-Mark-Crusaders” – a club name they had come up with since none of them had their cutie marks yet. Halo laughed as Applebloom entertained her with stories of how the club was formed – delighted when she found out a good bit of it was because of Diamond Tiara – and some of their many adventures and mishaps. She enjoyed the great warmth in her chest – remembering it as the same feeling when Halo first met Applejack, and the same feeling she had towards Heart Phyre. So is this what it feels like to have friends? Halo thought, more than distracted by the Crusader's tales.

“Wow,” Halo said when Applebloom finished one of the more recent stories. “That sounded like a real bind!” Halo laughed, the story she was just told ended with the CMC being covered in tree sap – and by their groans it sounded like it wasn't for the first time.

“E'yup!” Applebloom replied with a big grin.

“Hey, maybe we should invite her?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Yeah, that's a great idea!” Scootaloo chimed in. Before all three of them exchanged nods and glances.

Halo blinked a couple times, having no idea what they were talking about.

“Would ya like ta come to our sleep over party? We have a club house on mah sister's farm, Sweet Apple Acres!” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle smiled real big as Applebloom formally extended the invitation.

Halo gasped in delight. “You bet I would! I am so there!” She shot in the air with glee, performing a high and fast barrel roll before landing softly again on the ground. Halo blushed when the CMC wowed at her performance. “Eh, that was nothing.” Rubbing the back of her head with a hoof.

“Great!” Applebloom and her friends walked off, singing a chorus of goodbyes and see you later, waving merrily to their new friend.

“Yes!” Halo said repeatedly, hopping several times on the ground. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Halo paused mid air when she saw Miss Cheerilee observing her through the school window. Surprised as she was, Halo slammed into the ground, too surprised to prevent her fall. Miss Cheerilee stifled a laugh and walked away from the window, but not before seeing Halo blush fiercely.

Dusting herself off, a paper dropped out of her saddle bag. It was her drawing from recess. It was a fairly well drawn picture of Miss Cheerilee and Halo, sitting on a bench, looking at each other and exchanging warm smiles. “Oh!” She exclaimed, “I almost forgot.” Darting back up to the door and knocking feverishly.

“Well hello again Halo,” The teacher greeted her, playfully checking the door for damage. “I see you're doing much better today.”

“I am,” Halo replied. “I wanted to say thank you for talking to me yesterday.” She reached back into her saddle bag and removed the picture. “I mpmade phiss phor phyou.” Halo spurted out.

Miss Cheerilee took the picture, not at all bothered that some of it was slobbered on, her cheerful smile increasing ten-fold. “Oh thank you Halo. I love it. And as I said, if you ever need somepony to talk to...”

Halo finished for her. “I will Miss Cheerilee. I promise.” She felt her wings twitching.

“See you tomorrow!” Halo waved as she headed for the door.

“Goodbye!” Cheerilee called behind her.

Launching herself into the air, Halo stretched her wings and flew towards town. She couldn't wait to tell her big sister about the day she just had. New friends, fun class, and she had the courage to stand up to, or at least not let mean fillies get the better of her! Grinning from ear to ear, Halo thought about the upcoming sleepover. She guessed it went to show that things won't get better until you try to make them better. Not to let the small things distract you from what really matters, and to keep a stiff upper lip. And while you may lie to family to keep them from worrying about you, it can often do more harm than good. Besides, family will help you whatever the problem may be.

Halo paused, not sure where that monologuing speech came from. Turning up with nothing, she shrugged and moved on, once again eager to end the day, but for very different reasons.