The 2 human Filliesby Star SparkleChaptersChapter 1: Star SparkleChapter 2: Midnight TwinkleChapter 3: Common GroundChapter 4: Till we meet againChapter 1: Star SparkleRecess, I sighed, I normally loved recess, but none in my class wanted to play catch, they would rather talk about make-up, and stuff. I mean, I could go to my new older brothers, but they also don’t want to play with me. Miss. Care’s loveling voice rang in my head, “I know it’s hard sweetie, but Bright and Peach want to make you feel at home. But would you feel better if you had a phone you could call me on?” I was going to miss the orphanage I had called home for 2 years, and my sort of big sister, Sunset Shimmer, so I sniffed, “I’ll- I’ll try.” “Chin up sweetie, they’re gonna love you.” Miss Care said as she lifted my chin and dried my eyes. I smiled as I wanted to believe her. As I daydreamed some boys from my class came up to me. “Hey you little baby!” One called “I’m not a baby,” I said and was about to walk away they pushed me into the wall and I yelled out, “Av!” I scanned the playground to look for a teacher, but as usual, they weren’t in sight. “Where are you going, cry baby? You gonna cry?” They laughed at me, and normally I would just take it and do nothing, but it wasn’t working, I hated them, I hated my so-called stepbrothers, my foster parents, when they get angry at me for missing my parents and then don’t give dinner, I hated my teachers for not caring when I’m being bullied in class. Everything came out, I could stop and I punched the closet one in the face, around the teeth, a second of silence later, and I felt like I was on fine as adrenaline coursed in my body, and I punched another boy in the stomach. He gave out a grunt as he stepped back. Now I guessed the relation of me fighting back came to the last two, and I knew I couldn’t run away and began to fight. I took a punch to my stomach, but as I went down I jumped forward and threw myself at the one who punched me, catching him off guard. As I lay on the ground, and my stomach hurt, I heard the calling of a teacher, “Break it off! NOW!” In the corner of my vision, I saw the teacher, I didn’t see her face, but it was the teacher that didn’t like me, as I had repeatedly asked her for help, and every time she ignored me. “What is going on here?!” She demanded, almost yelling. “It was her,” One of the boys said, “My friends and I were just standing around, and then she attack us.” “It’s not true!” I yelled as loud as I could. “Oh, sweet boy,” The teacher called, “what happened with your teeth?” “Star punched me, I didn’t do anything.” He say muffled as his hand covered his mouth. “That’s it young lady!” The teacher called, she grabbed my arm as I was on the way up and forced me up, “You’re coming with me!” Then her tone changed to a much sweeter one, “Boys will you help your friend and then come to the principal’s office.” ”Yes Ms. Green,” the boys said. Then the teacher then walked me to the principal, but I almost had to run to fall behind and trip over. Inside the principal’s office, I told him what happened and I was only defending myself, and so pleaded guilty to punching the boy’s teeth, and Bright was called in. ‘Oh no.’ I thought to myself, of the few times he had come in for either my forced step-brothers or my grades he had not been in the best of moods when we came home, and he was always easier on the boys than me, and I had done nothing and after today, I would be lucky to live tomorrow. I wanted Miss. Care right now. I felt the phone no one knew anything about, I swallowed and said, “May I please go to the bathroom?” My voice cracked, I hadn’t even felt I was about to cry. The principal agreed and I stood up and was escorted by the teacher to the restroom, “Make it fast girl.” She crossed her arms. I quickly ran into the bathroom and went into a stall, pulled out the phone, looked at ms. Care’s number and called. A few dials later, “Hello Star, are you okay?” A bit of worry was in her voice. I sniffed, but I just felt safe around her, “No, I- I- He’ll hurt me, please-” Sobs stopped me from talking. “Hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay, where are you?” Ms. Care asked. “Scho-school, I’m in the bathroom, I- I was in a fight.” I stuttered out, “It- It wasn’t on purpose, I-” “Hey, hey, don’t worry, I’m coming. Just stay at the school, and tell the principal that I’m coming.” “I- I will.” “Good, thirty minutes, and I’m there.” Ms. Care said calmly. As I washed my hands, the bell rang, and soon hard-knocking came on the door and the teacher called, “Are you done?!” “I’m done!” I called back. I went to the door and the teacher was tapping her foot, clearly impatient. “Sorry I took so long,” I kept my eyes away from her, at this moment she kinda scared me. Together we walked back to the office and as we did arrive the boys came and the one boy still had blood on his nose and so the principal said, “Ms. Green, would you please escort your nephew to the nurse, and boys just sit outside until your parents come.” All agreed and I was left with the principal. When we were alone he asked what happened, and I told him the truth. I was just minding my own business and they came to me, I tried to walk away, but as I wasn’t allowed I began to fight. I could easily tell the truth as I didn’t do that much wrong, but I also said, ”I know I shouldn’t hit others, but whenever I would tell a teacher, nothing would ever be done.” The principal understood what I meant and nodded, then I said, “I’ve called ms. Care and she’s on her way, please, don’t make me go with my step-dad, please.” I begged him. “I will try, but I don’t hold any legal grounds to keep you here against your step-farther.” The principal said, I smiled. After a few minutes Bright, my step-dad arrives and asks what happened, the principal told him what I said and as he came down to my eye level, I could smell alcohol. He scolded me and told me that I was in serious problems when we got home. My only comfort was that ms. Care was coming and she would save me, but I wouldn’t go in his car, I would rather run away. Then more voices came from the outside and the door opened and the mother of the boy who was at the nurse was furious and demanded that I was expelled and demanded that the family I lived with should pay the medical and therapy bills. The principal who had enough made them quit, very fast, then calmly told me to wait outside, I nodded and gently walked outside. After a lot of talking, Bright walked out and told me that I was suspended and we were leaving, he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside to the car. I tried to make him let go, I hit his hand, screaming, “Let me go!!!” Outside on the parking lot, he turned me to face him, and he slapped me. Then everything happened in a blur, a loud noise came and I heard the very familiar voice of ms. Care, “Let her go!” As quickly as I could I ran to her and she got me in her car, meanwhile, everything he screamed, was only white noise. As the feeling of my chin came back, I began to cry, ‘he hit me, he hit me, he hit me.’ A car was accrediting hard and I felt ms. Care as she hugged me, I hugged her as tightly as I could as I cried out, “Thank you.” As I was calming down a bit ms. Care asked, “It’s okay now, just let it out?” I nodded, and my emotions overwhelmed me again, and I hugged her, tears rolled down my cheek, and gentle sobs came out of my sore throat. Ms. Care gently hugged me as she patted my back and whispered, “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe.” An unknown amount of time passed before the safety of ms. Care had stopped my tears, something about her just made me feel safe. Ms. Care however looked sad as I was about to pull away, “What it is ms. Care? Are you okay?” “I um, I am…” she trailed off before she said, “Star, I have to tell you something, and it will be hard to hear. We aren’t going back to the old orphanage, it closed as there wasn’t enough money to keep it going.” “Oh, okay, I really like that place, with the forest behind it, hehe!” I giggled, “It was so fun to explore and play hide and seek with Sunset- “Star.” Ms. Care said, interrupting me and giving me a bit of a shock. A tear slipped down her cheek as she said, “Sunset was in an accident, a drunk driver hit her two days ago.” “What…?” I asked, not really knowing what she was talking about, “What do you mean ms. Care?” “Sunset died on impact.” “What?! No!!! Not- not Sunset, she- she,” I could help it anymore and broke down in tears and fell into ms. Care’s embrace. Ms. Care cradled me back and forth, whispering something, but I couldn't hear it over my own crying. Time passed and I got a bit better, but questions flew around my head. How could she be gone? Would I ever see her again? Would I ever get a sister again? But I asked, “When is she being buried?” “This Saturday,” ms. Care answered, “I also have something for you.” “What’s that?” I asked, my throat hurt with every word I spoke. “First, some water,” ms. Care said as she handed me a bottle of water, “the other thing is from Sunset Shimmer.” Just the name of her now made me sad, and a few tears fell, I took some more water, and even though they were minor sips, I could barely drink them. After I had drunk the water ms. Care handed me a red box with a yellow bow on it, and it said, ‘For Star Sparkle’. Very carefully I took it, it wasn’t heavy. I removed the lid and looked inside, the red and yellow sun hair clip that was in Sunset’s hair. “I know it’s not much, but I know that Sunset would want you to have it and make the best out of your life.” Said ms. Care. Carefully I took it up, my heart was racing I gently hugged it, “I’ll do my best, big sis, I promise.” Ms. Care helped me to clip the sun mark to my hair and using the rearview mirror, I saw myself and I smiled as I knew that Sunset would always be with me. Ms. Care suggested we should get me some new clothes, and I was on board as I didn’t like the had me down I got from my previous stepbrothers, it was all black and pants, I hated pants, so I was happy and ms. Care giggled and we drove of the mall. After an hour or so I was wearing a light blue short dress, with pink knee-length leggings and a pair of blue and pink high heels sandals. With a rumble from my tummy we got some to eat and ms. Care said, “Do you remember I said we weren’t going back to the old orphanage?” “I do, where am I then going to live?” I asked, not even nervous of being left alone, ms. Care would make sure I was safe. “I work at a new orphanage, and there there is a very nice girl called Midnight Twinkle, and I’m sure you’ll become good friends.” Ms. Care said with a smile. Unsure, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my heart and breathed in, then out and felt my hair clip. I opened my eyes and smiled, “I’ll try.” But I was still nervous, would she like me, what if she was like the girls in my class, and was going to make fun of me ‘NO!’ I screamed internally, ‘Ms. Care would never give me a room with a mean girl. So she must be really nice.’ I really hoped that she was. “Good, now are you finished, then we can leave.” Ms. Care asked with a smile. “I am.” I smiled back. The drive lasted about an hour, then we reached a house and drove into the garden, the sun was setting and we stepped out, I didn’t have much with me, so I walked with ms. Care and into the building. We walked over to another adult and ms. Care asked, “Is Midnight Twinkle inside her room?” “Yes, I believe so.” She looked at me and presented her hand, I took it and she gently shook mine as she said, “Welcome miss. Star Sparkle, I’m ms. String and is the leader of the fine home, so if you have anything, just come to me, okay?” “It’s nice to meet you ms. String and I will, thank you so much.” I said with a smile. “Such a nice girl, Ms. care will you show Star her room?” “Of course ms. String.” said ms. Care. I followed ms. Care up the stairs as she said, “Now, her name is Midnight Twinkle, and she’s a bit older than you. About the rules, those are the same as with the other orphanage.” “I’ll remember ms. Care.” I smiled, but my heart was racing, and as I saw the door it said Midnight Twinkle and Star Sparkle on it, ms. Care opened the door and inside was the girl Midnight Twinkle. A bit unsure of how this was going to go, I smiled and waved my hand, “Hi, I’m Star Sparkle.” Author's Note This chapter is a bit darker compared to the rest of the story, but this is the only dark one. Chapter 2: Midnight TwinkleRandom lines appeared in my head and formed into various images, I was sitting on the bed, leaning on the nearest wall and holding my old album, but full of various sketches, sketches, and drawings, which I signed as a child. My imagination was really rich from the very childhood and thanks to this I was really good at drawing. I sat with my eyes closed and imagined random images and lines, and finally, I was able to fold the whole image. I presented it and began to hurry to transfer it to paper, so as not to forget what I presented. From my little strokes, different lines, sketches, and movements of my hand the silhouette of a girl began to take shape, about my age, but it seemed like a couple of years older. After I finished the silhouette, the idea of the girl's appearance immediately came to my mind and I began to develop the outline of the idea for the prom dress, and I decided to dress the drawn girl in it. After some detailing, I ended up with a roughly 15-year-old girl in a prom dress. The dress was without straps, from the front of the dress it went down only to the knee, while from the back it touched the floor. The girl also wore sandals and a lot of jewelry, her entire outfit was painted in various colors of red, crimson, burgundy, and other similar colors. I started working on the girl's hairstyle in my drawing, I had already come up with a style for this, but a sudden touch on my shoulder knocked me out of a rut. I was distracted and looked up to see who disturbed me. I saw as ms. Care came up to me and seems to be trying to look into my album. I immediately hid it by turning the album upside down. ms. String looked at me and for a second our gazes met, but she immediately interrupted this look and asked: “Midnight Twinkle, do you want to go to the other girls and boys? I think it will be good for you to spend more time with others.” In the blink of an eye, memories flashed before my eyes, how I tried to make friends with other children over and over again, but I heard how they refused to be friends with me. “No thanks… I don't want to, really,” I replied in a half-whisper. I didn't want to hear hurtful words again, and I didn't want to be abandoned again. The caretaker sighed heavily and seemed to want to say something, but could not and only said, “Okay, I will not force you, this is your choice. But don't forget, you can tell me everything and don't forget that lunch is about to begin." “Okay, ms. Care, I won't forget,” I replied. Ms. Care seemed satisfied with the answer and left the room. I flipped the sketchbook over again and wanted to continue painting until the idea was out of my head, but the sound of a telephone conversation outside the room door interrupted my thoughts again, it was ms. String trying to reassure someone, after which she said: "Don't worry, I'm on my way. Ms. Care looked into my room again and said: "I have to leave urgently, but please think about my suggestion." "Okay, I'll think about it," I replied, but really didn't even ponder the subject, my opinion was unchanged. When ms Care went out the door again, she continued her phone conversation in which she mentioned some girl called Star and that ms. Care already had a place for her. 'But as far as I know, the orphanage didn't have any more single rooms, but there were also rooms with spaces available,' I pondered with a sad sigh. But I had a bad feeling and it seemed to me that ms. Care when talking to some girl, had my room in particular. 'Looks like it's going to be another day I get dumped,' I thought sadly. But what if this is my chance to stop being lonely, what if I can find a friend here?" I wondered hopefully. I had no time to think now, I still wanted to finish my sketch, I sat down a little more comfortably and continued working on the hairstyle for my drawing. I still couldn't draw it in such a way that it turned out beautifully and I redrawn it more than once, but suddenly I remembered that lunch was about to start and so I quickly put my scrapbook aside, hid it under the pillow and went to the exit from the room so as not to miss a meal. I left the room and headed towards the dining room, but when I entered there I noticed that everyone had already dispersed and only my portion remained on the table. ‘I think I’m a little late,’ I thought. While I was eating, I looked around and saw other guys who were actively communicating with each other. I wanted to get up, go up to them and try to start communication again, but I immediately remembered how these same boys and girls either immediately told me that they didn't want to be friends, or they still talked to me, but then they left ... they left me ... So I finished quickly, got up and went back to my room. “How lucky I was that I got a room where I could pursue my hobbies and be distracted from the fact that I was left alone, without friends. But today I will have another chance to change it or be rejected again. I wonder who my future neighbor is? What are her hobbies? Maybe we will be able to make friends, maybe we have a common hobby? Or she will be the same person like my former classmate who photographed the pages from my personal diary and circulated these photos throughout the class. Or she will be in character like the guys from my former class who constantly teased me with phrases about how bad I draw, and also prevented me from doing it” I thought. After lunch, returning to my room, I took out my album from under the pillow, but immediately changed my mind and put the album back. In the summer, after lunch, the guys usually went outside, and since sometimes I felt scared and uncomfortable being alone, I went to the exit of the building to go out into the fresh air and breathe it. Since it was already warm outside, I did not need to change and go outside I felt the pleasant and warming rays of the sun on my face. Boys and girls kept in large groups, and I constantly stood to the side, but not far from them, so that I could listen to what they were talking about, I didn’t want to be alone, and I overheard their stories, some were funny, some scary, but it was fascinating and sometimes helped me with my little hobby in creativity. Swaying slightly on the swing, I thought about my future neighbor. ‘Does she have a pretty name? Does she like to draw as much as I do or, on the contrary, does not like to do it? What kind of music does she listen to and how did she end up in the orphanage? ”I wondered curiously. There were many similar questions in my head, but all my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a yellow-black object in front of my eyes, it was a bee. I instantly wanted to screech, but I came to my senses in time and barely managed to restrain myself. I immediately braked the swing and remembered that if you don't make the bee angry, it won't sting you, ms. Spring told me about this when the last time a bee stung my nose I slowly got up from the swing so as not to accidentally hit this bee. I slowly got up, keeping in mind that you cannot make sudden movements in order to scare off the bee that was annoyingly flying around my face. Without making any sudden movements, I moved towards the entrance to the orphanage. Since the playground with the swing was not far from the entrance, I quickly got to the entrance to the house and a few meters to the door, I waved my hand to brush off the bee and immediately ran inside the orphanage. “Phew, it’s gone,” I said quietly and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead that had formed from excitement. I went to the side of the bathroom to wash, and when I went inside, I was again greeted by a mirror in which I loved to admire. I was again greeted by my eyes, of different colors. One eye was yellow, like a sunflower, and the other eye was silver, like one of the shades of stars in the night sky, and cute freckles on my face. My hair was dark purple at the ends, and going to the top of my head became lighter purple, with one not small silver parting along the entire length of my long hair. And of course, there was my favorite star-shaped hair clip. The caretaker said that when I got to the orphanage, this hair clip was with me. I was wearing a denim sundress in a color similar to the color of the ends of my hair, and the sundress itself was worn over a honey-colored T-shirt with a slightly darker collar. I washed my face, dried my hands, and checked my hairstyle, after which I got out of the bath, glanced out the window, and noticed that the guys were already returning from their walks. I went to my room, as today it wasn’t my turn to help set the table. As I walked to my room, I looked at my watch and noticed that it was time for dinner. Once in my room, I decided that I wanted to finish the drawing before it was dinner time. I took out the album again, took off the high heels that I had worn all day, 'My legs are very tired, but beauty requires sacrifice,' I thought. Then I looked at my previous sketches and continued to try to come up with a hairstyle that would fit the already drawn dress and jewelry, but every time I didn’t succeed, something was constantly missing or something didn’t fit, but every time I couldn’t understand what exactly did not fit the image. Judging by the voices outside the door, I heard that it was about time for supper. I sat with my legs tied to myself on the bed and wondered, "When will the roommate arrive so that I can get to know her and maybe make friends." Returning to my drawing, I came to the conclusion that I needed to completely redo the whole drawing and was about to cross out my sketches and tear out the sheet with the unsuccessful sketch when I was distracted by the sounds of approaching footsteps. These were clearly the steps of several people, but the sound of the steps of an adult, who was clearly in heels, stood out. Since today Ms. String didn’t wear heels, and we had two caretakers, then I concluded that it was Ms. Care. But the steps of the caretaker stopped near my room and instead of her steps, I heard quieter, lighter steps. Curiously, I looked up from the album and looked at the slightly open door, which I forgot to close when I entered the room. Footsteps were approaching, now the sound was at the very door and suddenly died away for a second. After that, the next moment a girl entered the room and I saw her. In the blink of an eye, the whole image that I wanted to draw came together in my imagination. I understood what was missing in my sketch, but now there was no time for that. The girl waved her hand slightly and with a kind and shy smile on her face said: “Hi, I’m Star Sparkle.” Chapter 3: Common Ground"Um... Hi," Midnight Twinkle said with an awkward chuckle and waved her hand in the same way, "Welcome, I guess..." Midnight Twinkle said similarly. "Thanks… Umm, do you like drawing?" asked Star. "What makes you think that?" queried Midnight Twinkle. "The sketchbook in your hand," said Star. "Hehe," laughed Midnight Twinkle slightly shyly, after which an uncomfortable silence hung in the room. "I will let you two get settled in, but don’t hesitate to come to me and dinner is ready soon." Ms. Care reminded the two girls, before turning around and going about her business. Star walked out the door for a moment before returning with a school bag and some other bags of clothes, which were Star’s new clothes and school supplies, then headed towards the bed, the one near the wall and was at the opposite side of the room compared to Midnight Twinkle's bed. While Star laid out her things, there was an awkward silence in the room. Midnight Twinkle continued with her drawing, getting a couple of great ideas for it. After a while Star, having finished laying out her things, turned her attention to the clock, which showed that dinner was about to start. "Should we go to dinner?" asked Star, still a little bit nervous. Midnight Twinkle, after a couple of seconds put down her sketchbook and just as she was paying attention to the time, "Yeah, let’s go." As the girls headed to the dining room they ran into Ms. Care. "Girls, how’s it going?" asked Ms. Care. “It’s okay,” Star replied, “I finished unpacking.” “And I drew some more.” Midnight Twinkle replied. "That’s good... Star? Weren’t you good at drawing too?" asked Ms. Care. "Not really," Star said as she trailed off. "Well Midnight Twinkle here is I would say the best artist here," said Ms. Care, making Midnight Twinkle blush, “I’m sure she could help you, right?” “Of course,” Midnight Twinkle said, happy with the thought to draw with someone. "Great, let’s get to dinner, as there will be an announcement," said Ms. Care said with a wink, the three then set off for the dining room At the dining room, Star choose a burger with french fries, while Twinky took a loaded baked potato casserole, they then sat down, and even though both were silent they still stayed together. As they eat Star asked, “Why aren’t you sitting with the others?” “They don’t want me to,” Midnight Twinkle whispered, clearly not happy to talk about it. The two girls ate in silence as Star look towards the other tables, noticing the other kids were loud and throwing napkins at each other, so Midnight Twinkle seemed the most like her. The head of the orphanage, Ms. String, stood up and said, “Attention everyone! I have some exciting news, this Sunday we’re going on an excursion to a preserved forest. On Sunday you’ll get more details, but suffice it to say, everyone and I mean everyone needs a partner, so now you have time to find yours.” As chatter began Ms. Sting continued, “Settle down everyone, As for other news, we have a newcomer, Star Sparkle, and I hope you’ll help me to make her feel welcome.” Star wanted to disappear at this point, and getting the hint, Ms. Sting continued, “That’s all, and remember to keep the bedtime.” Seeing how Star reacted Midnight Twinkle stayed until Star wanted to go. Little by little, the residents left the dining hall. “Do you want to go now Star?” Midnight Twinkle asked. Star nodded and both walked back to their room. Back in their room, the girls dispersed again to their halves of the room. Midnight Twinkle walked over to her bed, after which she was about to take a piece of paper out of her sketchbook to give it to Star, but was stopped, "No need, I don't want to." "Why not?" asked Midnight Twinkle. "I just don't want to," replied Star more firmly. "Okay," replied Midnight Twinkle slightly surprised, she was disappointed, but that wasn’t anything new, so she shrugged slightly, climbed onto her bed, picked up her sketchbook, and continued to finish her drawing. Sometime later, when Midnight Twinkle was finishing her drawing, and all that was left to do was finish with the shoes on one foot, but then she noticed movement near her, it was Star. "Can I see?" Star asked shyly. "Sure," replied Midnight Twinkle, then moved to one edge of the bed and patted the vacant seat next to her for Star to sit there. As the girls sat together, Midnight Twinkle, in a few minutes, completely finished her drawing and showed it to Star who was just observing. "Wow, that's so pretty and cute, but why does the girl in your drawing look like me?" she asked. "To be honest, a few ideas came into my head when I first saw you," replied Midnight Twinkle blushing slightly. "Oh, thank you," Star said with a slight smile while blushing due to slight embarrassment and for Midnight Twinkle to draw her. Flipping the album to the next page, Midnight Twinkle thought briefly, tapping her sketchbook with her pen, contemplating the next subject for the drawing. Noticing that Midnight Twinkle didn’t know what to draw, Star suggested "What about the ponies?" "What do you mean?" asked Midnight Twinkle. "Well... you were thinking and I thought you were pondering a subject for a drawing and that's why I wanted to suggest it," replied Star. "Interesting..." said Midnight Twinkle thoughtfully, "Let's give it a try," she added and got the pencil in a good grip, as she was about to start sketching, she was stopped. "Can I try too?" asked Star. "Sure," replied Midnight Twinkle with a smile and held out a sheet of sketchbook and some drawing supplies for Star to use. After a while, in the silence, Midnight Twinkle notices Star peeking at her drawing, with Star still having a completely blank sheet. Midnight Twinkle turns her head and looks at Star and she, in turn, looks away and apologizes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Hey it's okay Star, don't worry," Midnight Twinkle tried to reassure her, she then took her album in one hand and held it out for Star, "here, look," she said. "You're so good Twinky," praised Star. "Hehe, thank you." thanked Midnight Twinkle, then thought for a moment, "Wait, did you just call me, Twinky?" "S.. so.. sorry, I didn't mean to," Star apologized immediately. "No, no, it's okay... I like it," admitted Midnight Twinkle with a smile. "Really?" asked Star. "Really," Twinky confirmed her words. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, then the girls looked at each other, smiled, and laughed heartily. As ms. Care was about to knock on the door, she heard laughter from inside the room, she smiled, knowing that she made the right choice. As the laughter stopped she knocked, was invited inside, saw both girls on Midnight Twinkle bed, and said, "I see you two are having fun." Both girls giggled a bit as they nodded. "Well then, I will not disturb you anymore," said Ms. Care, then withdrew to go about her business, while the two girls continued drawing, but this time Star was drawing and Twinky was helping her. Time went by in a flash, and while going slow Star was proud of the very loose sketch of her pony, and Twinky was impressed how far Star had come, thinking that Star had experienced before, but was just out of practice. A knock and the voice from ms. Care told them it was soon bedtime. Star and Twinky went to the bathroom, washed their faces, brushed their teeth, and went back to their room to get ready for bed. As Star was in bed Twinky turned the lights were off first, then got in her own bed and both girls thought about various things. Star was looking at her new hair clip, though tears fell, she thought to herself that Sunset would always be there for her. Twinky on the other hand was really liked how much she and Star got along, but she wanted to be open with Star about her past, just to hear that Star would never leave her. "Hey, Star?" asked Twinky. "Yeah?" answered Star, preoccupied with her hairpin, but still listening. Taking a deep breath, Twinky continued, "When I was little, and before I got here, my parents were going out to eat, but I wanted to come with them." Twinky choke up, forcing the words out, "And because I wasn’t allowed to come with them, I told them, that I hated them, that I never wanted to see them again." Twinky shed a few tears, remembering the evening much better than she could talk about them. Star’s own memories flashed through her, but she didn’t even remember her parent's last words, or what she told them, it was properly her mom telling her that she loved her, as Star was tucked into bed, but Star never replied back to her, she never told her that she loved her too, “I get you,” Star finally muttered. “Really?” Twinky asked, did she and Star have more in common than she thought, “What were your final words?” “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Star replied swiftly. “Sorry,” Twinky muttered, fearing she would push Star away she said, “I didn’t mean to, I- I just….” “It’s okay, but I would just not want to talk about it,” Star said before she got quiet “Then I won’t ask you,” Twinky said. A pause of a few seconds passed, Twinky continued, "I- I just don’t want you to leave me, I’ve made a mistake once, I don’t wanna repeat it again." "I'm sorry Twinky, but I can't promise you that," replied Star, she didn’t want Twinky to be another big sister for her to lose, "I just want parents who will look after me and love me, and I hope the same for you. But we can still be friends." Disappointed and wanting to change the subject, Twinky looked over and saw Star look at her hair clip "What's that hair clip you have?" Star looked at Twinky, but not wanting to talk more, she turned around and pulled her covers up, and said her final “Good night Twinky” "Ni ni Star," said Twinky. Silence fell, and soon Star was asleep and Twinky slept as well. Author's Note Thanks for reading, let us know what you think Chapter 4: Till we meet againSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Chapter 1: Star SparkleRecess, I sighed, I normally loved recess, but none in my class wanted to play catch, they would rather talk about make-up, and stuff. I mean, I could go to my new older brothers, but they also don’t want to play with me. Miss. Care’s loveling voice rang in my head, “I know it’s hard sweetie, but Bright and Peach want to make you feel at home. But would you feel better if you had a phone you could call me on?” I was going to miss the orphanage I had called home for 2 years, and my sort of big sister, Sunset Shimmer, so I sniffed, “I’ll- I’ll try.” “Chin up sweetie, they’re gonna love you.” Miss Care said as she lifted my chin and dried my eyes. I smiled as I wanted to believe her. As I daydreamed some boys from my class came up to me. “Hey you little baby!” One called “I’m not a baby,” I said and was about to walk away they pushed me into the wall and I yelled out, “Av!” I scanned the playground to look for a teacher, but as usual, they weren’t in sight. “Where are you going, cry baby? You gonna cry?” They laughed at me, and normally I would just take it and do nothing, but it wasn’t working, I hated them, I hated my so-called stepbrothers, my foster parents, when they get angry at me for missing my parents and then don’t give dinner, I hated my teachers for not caring when I’m being bullied in class. Everything came out, I could stop and I punched the closet one in the face, around the teeth, a second of silence later, and I felt like I was on fine as adrenaline coursed in my body, and I punched another boy in the stomach. He gave out a grunt as he stepped back. Now I guessed the relation of me fighting back came to the last two, and I knew I couldn’t run away and began to fight. I took a punch to my stomach, but as I went down I jumped forward and threw myself at the one who punched me, catching him off guard. As I lay on the ground, and my stomach hurt, I heard the calling of a teacher, “Break it off! NOW!” In the corner of my vision, I saw the teacher, I didn’t see her face, but it was the teacher that didn’t like me, as I had repeatedly asked her for help, and every time she ignored me. “What is going on here?!” She demanded, almost yelling. “It was her,” One of the boys said, “My friends and I were just standing around, and then she attack us.” “It’s not true!” I yelled as loud as I could. “Oh, sweet boy,” The teacher called, “what happened with your teeth?” “Star punched me, I didn’t do anything.” He say muffled as his hand covered his mouth. “That’s it young lady!” The teacher called, she grabbed my arm as I was on the way up and forced me up, “You’re coming with me!” Then her tone changed to a much sweeter one, “Boys will you help your friend and then come to the principal’s office.” ”Yes Ms. Green,” the boys said. Then the teacher then walked me to the principal, but I almost had to run to fall behind and trip over. Inside the principal’s office, I told him what happened and I was only defending myself, and so pleaded guilty to punching the boy’s teeth, and Bright was called in. ‘Oh no.’ I thought to myself, of the few times he had come in for either my forced step-brothers or my grades he had not been in the best of moods when we came home, and he was always easier on the boys than me, and I had done nothing and after today, I would be lucky to live tomorrow. I wanted Miss. Care right now. I felt the phone no one knew anything about, I swallowed and said, “May I please go to the bathroom?” My voice cracked, I hadn’t even felt I was about to cry. The principal agreed and I stood up and was escorted by the teacher to the restroom, “Make it fast girl.” She crossed her arms. I quickly ran into the bathroom and went into a stall, pulled out the phone, looked at ms. Care’s number and called. A few dials later, “Hello Star, are you okay?” A bit of worry was in her voice. I sniffed, but I just felt safe around her, “No, I- I- He’ll hurt me, please-” Sobs stopped me from talking. “Hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay, where are you?” Ms. Care asked. “Scho-school, I’m in the bathroom, I- I was in a fight.” I stuttered out, “It- It wasn’t on purpose, I-” “Hey, hey, don’t worry, I’m coming. Just stay at the school, and tell the principal that I’m coming.” “I- I will.” “Good, thirty minutes, and I’m there.” Ms. Care said calmly. As I washed my hands, the bell rang, and soon hard-knocking came on the door and the teacher called, “Are you done?!” “I’m done!” I called back. I went to the door and the teacher was tapping her foot, clearly impatient. “Sorry I took so long,” I kept my eyes away from her, at this moment she kinda scared me. Together we walked back to the office and as we did arrive the boys came and the one boy still had blood on his nose and so the principal said, “Ms. Green, would you please escort your nephew to the nurse, and boys just sit outside until your parents come.” All agreed and I was left with the principal. When we were alone he asked what happened, and I told him the truth. I was just minding my own business and they came to me, I tried to walk away, but as I wasn’t allowed I began to fight. I could easily tell the truth as I didn’t do that much wrong, but I also said, ”I know I shouldn’t hit others, but whenever I would tell a teacher, nothing would ever be done.” The principal understood what I meant and nodded, then I said, “I’ve called ms. Care and she’s on her way, please, don’t make me go with my step-dad, please.” I begged him. “I will try, but I don’t hold any legal grounds to keep you here against your step-farther.” The principal said, I smiled. After a few minutes Bright, my step-dad arrives and asks what happened, the principal told him what I said and as he came down to my eye level, I could smell alcohol. He scolded me and told me that I was in serious problems when we got home. My only comfort was that ms. Care was coming and she would save me, but I wouldn’t go in his car, I would rather run away. Then more voices came from the outside and the door opened and the mother of the boy who was at the nurse was furious and demanded that I was expelled and demanded that the family I lived with should pay the medical and therapy bills. The principal who had enough made them quit, very fast, then calmly told me to wait outside, I nodded and gently walked outside. After a lot of talking, Bright walked out and told me that I was suspended and we were leaving, he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside to the car. I tried to make him let go, I hit his hand, screaming, “Let me go!!!” Outside on the parking lot, he turned me to face him, and he slapped me. Then everything happened in a blur, a loud noise came and I heard the very familiar voice of ms. Care, “Let her go!” As quickly as I could I ran to her and she got me in her car, meanwhile, everything he screamed, was only white noise. As the feeling of my chin came back, I began to cry, ‘he hit me, he hit me, he hit me.’ A car was accrediting hard and I felt ms. Care as she hugged me, I hugged her as tightly as I could as I cried out, “Thank you.” As I was calming down a bit ms. Care asked, “It’s okay now, just let it out?” I nodded, and my emotions overwhelmed me again, and I hugged her, tears rolled down my cheek, and gentle sobs came out of my sore throat. Ms. Care gently hugged me as she patted my back and whispered, “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe.” An unknown amount of time passed before the safety of ms. Care had stopped my tears, something about her just made me feel safe. Ms. Care however looked sad as I was about to pull away, “What it is ms. Care? Are you okay?” “I um, I am…” she trailed off before she said, “Star, I have to tell you something, and it will be hard to hear. We aren’t going back to the old orphanage, it closed as there wasn’t enough money to keep it going.” “Oh, okay, I really like that place, with the forest behind it, hehe!” I giggled, “It was so fun to explore and play hide and seek with Sunset- “Star.” Ms. Care said, interrupting me and giving me a bit of a shock. A tear slipped down her cheek as she said, “Sunset was in an accident, a drunk driver hit her two days ago.” “What…?” I asked, not really knowing what she was talking about, “What do you mean ms. Care?” “Sunset died on impact.” “What?! No!!! Not- not Sunset, she- she,” I could help it anymore and broke down in tears and fell into ms. Care’s embrace. Ms. Care cradled me back and forth, whispering something, but I couldn't hear it over my own crying. Time passed and I got a bit better, but questions flew around my head. How could she be gone? Would I ever see her again? Would I ever get a sister again? But I asked, “When is she being buried?” “This Saturday,” ms. Care answered, “I also have something for you.” “What’s that?” I asked, my throat hurt with every word I spoke. “First, some water,” ms. Care said as she handed me a bottle of water, “the other thing is from Sunset Shimmer.” Just the name of her now made me sad, and a few tears fell, I took some more water, and even though they were minor sips, I could barely drink them. After I had drunk the water ms. Care handed me a red box with a yellow bow on it, and it said, ‘For Star Sparkle’. Very carefully I took it, it wasn’t heavy. I removed the lid and looked inside, the red and yellow sun hair clip that was in Sunset’s hair. “I know it’s not much, but I know that Sunset would want you to have it and make the best out of your life.” Said ms. Care. Carefully I took it up, my heart was racing I gently hugged it, “I’ll do my best, big sis, I promise.” Ms. Care helped me to clip the sun mark to my hair and using the rearview mirror, I saw myself and I smiled as I knew that Sunset would always be with me. Ms. Care suggested we should get me some new clothes, and I was on board as I didn’t like the had me down I got from my previous stepbrothers, it was all black and pants, I hated pants, so I was happy and ms. Care giggled and we drove of the mall. After an hour or so I was wearing a light blue short dress, with pink knee-length leggings and a pair of blue and pink high heels sandals. With a rumble from my tummy we got some to eat and ms. Care said, “Do you remember I said we weren’t going back to the old orphanage?” “I do, where am I then going to live?” I asked, not even nervous of being left alone, ms. Care would make sure I was safe. “I work at a new orphanage, and there there is a very nice girl called Midnight Twinkle, and I’m sure you’ll become good friends.” Ms. Care said with a smile. Unsure, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my heart and breathed in, then out and felt my hair clip. I opened my eyes and smiled, “I’ll try.” But I was still nervous, would she like me, what if she was like the girls in my class, and was going to make fun of me ‘NO!’ I screamed internally, ‘Ms. Care would never give me a room with a mean girl. So she must be really nice.’ I really hoped that she was. “Good, now are you finished, then we can leave.” Ms. Care asked with a smile. “I am.” I smiled back. The drive lasted about an hour, then we reached a house and drove into the garden, the sun was setting and we stepped out, I didn’t have much with me, so I walked with ms. Care and into the building. We walked over to another adult and ms. Care asked, “Is Midnight Twinkle inside her room?” “Yes, I believe so.” She looked at me and presented her hand, I took it and she gently shook mine as she said, “Welcome miss. Star Sparkle, I’m ms. String and is the leader of the fine home, so if you have anything, just come to me, okay?” “It’s nice to meet you ms. String and I will, thank you so much.” I said with a smile. “Such a nice girl, Ms. care will you show Star her room?” “Of course ms. String.” said ms. Care. I followed ms. Care up the stairs as she said, “Now, her name is Midnight Twinkle, and she’s a bit older than you. About the rules, those are the same as with the other orphanage.” “I’ll remember ms. Care.” I smiled, but my heart was racing, and as I saw the door it said Midnight Twinkle and Star Sparkle on it, ms. Care opened the door and inside was the girl Midnight Twinkle. A bit unsure of how this was going to go, I smiled and waved my hand, “Hi, I’m Star Sparkle.” Author's Note This chapter is a bit darker compared to the rest of the story, but this is the only dark one.
Chapter 2: Midnight TwinkleRandom lines appeared in my head and formed into various images, I was sitting on the bed, leaning on the nearest wall and holding my old album, but full of various sketches, sketches, and drawings, which I signed as a child. My imagination was really rich from the very childhood and thanks to this I was really good at drawing. I sat with my eyes closed and imagined random images and lines, and finally, I was able to fold the whole image. I presented it and began to hurry to transfer it to paper, so as not to forget what I presented. From my little strokes, different lines, sketches, and movements of my hand the silhouette of a girl began to take shape, about my age, but it seemed like a couple of years older. After I finished the silhouette, the idea of the girl's appearance immediately came to my mind and I began to develop the outline of the idea for the prom dress, and I decided to dress the drawn girl in it. After some detailing, I ended up with a roughly 15-year-old girl in a prom dress. The dress was without straps, from the front of the dress it went down only to the knee, while from the back it touched the floor. The girl also wore sandals and a lot of jewelry, her entire outfit was painted in various colors of red, crimson, burgundy, and other similar colors. I started working on the girl's hairstyle in my drawing, I had already come up with a style for this, but a sudden touch on my shoulder knocked me out of a rut. I was distracted and looked up to see who disturbed me. I saw as ms. Care came up to me and seems to be trying to look into my album. I immediately hid it by turning the album upside down. ms. String looked at me and for a second our gazes met, but she immediately interrupted this look and asked: “Midnight Twinkle, do you want to go to the other girls and boys? I think it will be good for you to spend more time with others.” In the blink of an eye, memories flashed before my eyes, how I tried to make friends with other children over and over again, but I heard how they refused to be friends with me. “No thanks… I don't want to, really,” I replied in a half-whisper. I didn't want to hear hurtful words again, and I didn't want to be abandoned again. The caretaker sighed heavily and seemed to want to say something, but could not and only said, “Okay, I will not force you, this is your choice. But don't forget, you can tell me everything and don't forget that lunch is about to begin." “Okay, ms. Care, I won't forget,” I replied. Ms. Care seemed satisfied with the answer and left the room. I flipped the sketchbook over again and wanted to continue painting until the idea was out of my head, but the sound of a telephone conversation outside the room door interrupted my thoughts again, it was ms. String trying to reassure someone, after which she said: "Don't worry, I'm on my way. Ms. Care looked into my room again and said: "I have to leave urgently, but please think about my suggestion." "Okay, I'll think about it," I replied, but really didn't even ponder the subject, my opinion was unchanged. When ms Care went out the door again, she continued her phone conversation in which she mentioned some girl called Star and that ms. Care already had a place for her. 'But as far as I know, the orphanage didn't have any more single rooms, but there were also rooms with spaces available,' I pondered with a sad sigh. But I had a bad feeling and it seemed to me that ms. Care when talking to some girl, had my room in particular. 'Looks like it's going to be another day I get dumped,' I thought sadly. But what if this is my chance to stop being lonely, what if I can find a friend here?" I wondered hopefully. I had no time to think now, I still wanted to finish my sketch, I sat down a little more comfortably and continued working on the hairstyle for my drawing. I still couldn't draw it in such a way that it turned out beautifully and I redrawn it more than once, but suddenly I remembered that lunch was about to start and so I quickly put my scrapbook aside, hid it under the pillow and went to the exit from the room so as not to miss a meal. I left the room and headed towards the dining room, but when I entered there I noticed that everyone had already dispersed and only my portion remained on the table. ‘I think I’m a little late,’ I thought. While I was eating, I looked around and saw other guys who were actively communicating with each other. I wanted to get up, go up to them and try to start communication again, but I immediately remembered how these same boys and girls either immediately told me that they didn't want to be friends, or they still talked to me, but then they left ... they left me ... So I finished quickly, got up and went back to my room. “How lucky I was that I got a room where I could pursue my hobbies and be distracted from the fact that I was left alone, without friends. But today I will have another chance to change it or be rejected again. I wonder who my future neighbor is? What are her hobbies? Maybe we will be able to make friends, maybe we have a common hobby? Or she will be the same person like my former classmate who photographed the pages from my personal diary and circulated these photos throughout the class. Or she will be in character like the guys from my former class who constantly teased me with phrases about how bad I draw, and also prevented me from doing it” I thought. After lunch, returning to my room, I took out my album from under the pillow, but immediately changed my mind and put the album back. In the summer, after lunch, the guys usually went outside, and since sometimes I felt scared and uncomfortable being alone, I went to the exit of the building to go out into the fresh air and breathe it. Since it was already warm outside, I did not need to change and go outside I felt the pleasant and warming rays of the sun on my face. Boys and girls kept in large groups, and I constantly stood to the side, but not far from them, so that I could listen to what they were talking about, I didn’t want to be alone, and I overheard their stories, some were funny, some scary, but it was fascinating and sometimes helped me with my little hobby in creativity. Swaying slightly on the swing, I thought about my future neighbor. ‘Does she have a pretty name? Does she like to draw as much as I do or, on the contrary, does not like to do it? What kind of music does she listen to and how did she end up in the orphanage? ”I wondered curiously. There were many similar questions in my head, but all my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a yellow-black object in front of my eyes, it was a bee. I instantly wanted to screech, but I came to my senses in time and barely managed to restrain myself. I immediately braked the swing and remembered that if you don't make the bee angry, it won't sting you, ms. Spring told me about this when the last time a bee stung my nose I slowly got up from the swing so as not to accidentally hit this bee. I slowly got up, keeping in mind that you cannot make sudden movements in order to scare off the bee that was annoyingly flying around my face. Without making any sudden movements, I moved towards the entrance to the orphanage. Since the playground with the swing was not far from the entrance, I quickly got to the entrance to the house and a few meters to the door, I waved my hand to brush off the bee and immediately ran inside the orphanage. “Phew, it’s gone,” I said quietly and wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead that had formed from excitement. I went to the side of the bathroom to wash, and when I went inside, I was again greeted by a mirror in which I loved to admire. I was again greeted by my eyes, of different colors. One eye was yellow, like a sunflower, and the other eye was silver, like one of the shades of stars in the night sky, and cute freckles on my face. My hair was dark purple at the ends, and going to the top of my head became lighter purple, with one not small silver parting along the entire length of my long hair. And of course, there was my favorite star-shaped hair clip. The caretaker said that when I got to the orphanage, this hair clip was with me. I was wearing a denim sundress in a color similar to the color of the ends of my hair, and the sundress itself was worn over a honey-colored T-shirt with a slightly darker collar. I washed my face, dried my hands, and checked my hairstyle, after which I got out of the bath, glanced out the window, and noticed that the guys were already returning from their walks. I went to my room, as today it wasn’t my turn to help set the table. As I walked to my room, I looked at my watch and noticed that it was time for dinner. Once in my room, I decided that I wanted to finish the drawing before it was dinner time. I took out the album again, took off the high heels that I had worn all day, 'My legs are very tired, but beauty requires sacrifice,' I thought. Then I looked at my previous sketches and continued to try to come up with a hairstyle that would fit the already drawn dress and jewelry, but every time I didn’t succeed, something was constantly missing or something didn’t fit, but every time I couldn’t understand what exactly did not fit the image. Judging by the voices outside the door, I heard that it was about time for supper. I sat with my legs tied to myself on the bed and wondered, "When will the roommate arrive so that I can get to know her and maybe make friends." Returning to my drawing, I came to the conclusion that I needed to completely redo the whole drawing and was about to cross out my sketches and tear out the sheet with the unsuccessful sketch when I was distracted by the sounds of approaching footsteps. These were clearly the steps of several people, but the sound of the steps of an adult, who was clearly in heels, stood out. Since today Ms. String didn’t wear heels, and we had two caretakers, then I concluded that it was Ms. Care. But the steps of the caretaker stopped near my room and instead of her steps, I heard quieter, lighter steps. Curiously, I looked up from the album and looked at the slightly open door, which I forgot to close when I entered the room. Footsteps were approaching, now the sound was at the very door and suddenly died away for a second. After that, the next moment a girl entered the room and I saw her. In the blink of an eye, the whole image that I wanted to draw came together in my imagination. I understood what was missing in my sketch, but now there was no time for that. The girl waved her hand slightly and with a kind and shy smile on her face said: “Hi, I’m Star Sparkle.”
Chapter 3: Common Ground"Um... Hi," Midnight Twinkle said with an awkward chuckle and waved her hand in the same way, "Welcome, I guess..." Midnight Twinkle said similarly. "Thanks… Umm, do you like drawing?" asked Star. "What makes you think that?" queried Midnight Twinkle. "The sketchbook in your hand," said Star. "Hehe," laughed Midnight Twinkle slightly shyly, after which an uncomfortable silence hung in the room. "I will let you two get settled in, but don’t hesitate to come to me and dinner is ready soon." Ms. Care reminded the two girls, before turning around and going about her business. Star walked out the door for a moment before returning with a school bag and some other bags of clothes, which were Star’s new clothes and school supplies, then headed towards the bed, the one near the wall and was at the opposite side of the room compared to Midnight Twinkle's bed. While Star laid out her things, there was an awkward silence in the room. Midnight Twinkle continued with her drawing, getting a couple of great ideas for it. After a while Star, having finished laying out her things, turned her attention to the clock, which showed that dinner was about to start. "Should we go to dinner?" asked Star, still a little bit nervous. Midnight Twinkle, after a couple of seconds put down her sketchbook and just as she was paying attention to the time, "Yeah, let’s go." As the girls headed to the dining room they ran into Ms. Care. "Girls, how’s it going?" asked Ms. Care. “It’s okay,” Star replied, “I finished unpacking.” “And I drew some more.” Midnight Twinkle replied. "That’s good... Star? Weren’t you good at drawing too?" asked Ms. Care. "Not really," Star said as she trailed off. "Well Midnight Twinkle here is I would say the best artist here," said Ms. Care, making Midnight Twinkle blush, “I’m sure she could help you, right?” “Of course,” Midnight Twinkle said, happy with the thought to draw with someone. "Great, let’s get to dinner, as there will be an announcement," said Ms. Care said with a wink, the three then set off for the dining room At the dining room, Star choose a burger with french fries, while Twinky took a loaded baked potato casserole, they then sat down, and even though both were silent they still stayed together. As they eat Star asked, “Why aren’t you sitting with the others?” “They don’t want me to,” Midnight Twinkle whispered, clearly not happy to talk about it. The two girls ate in silence as Star look towards the other tables, noticing the other kids were loud and throwing napkins at each other, so Midnight Twinkle seemed the most like her. The head of the orphanage, Ms. String, stood up and said, “Attention everyone! I have some exciting news, this Sunday we’re going on an excursion to a preserved forest. On Sunday you’ll get more details, but suffice it to say, everyone and I mean everyone needs a partner, so now you have time to find yours.” As chatter began Ms. Sting continued, “Settle down everyone, As for other news, we have a newcomer, Star Sparkle, and I hope you’ll help me to make her feel welcome.” Star wanted to disappear at this point, and getting the hint, Ms. Sting continued, “That’s all, and remember to keep the bedtime.” Seeing how Star reacted Midnight Twinkle stayed until Star wanted to go. Little by little, the residents left the dining hall. “Do you want to go now Star?” Midnight Twinkle asked. Star nodded and both walked back to their room. Back in their room, the girls dispersed again to their halves of the room. Midnight Twinkle walked over to her bed, after which she was about to take a piece of paper out of her sketchbook to give it to Star, but was stopped, "No need, I don't want to." "Why not?" asked Midnight Twinkle. "I just don't want to," replied Star more firmly. "Okay," replied Midnight Twinkle slightly surprised, she was disappointed, but that wasn’t anything new, so she shrugged slightly, climbed onto her bed, picked up her sketchbook, and continued to finish her drawing. Sometime later, when Midnight Twinkle was finishing her drawing, and all that was left to do was finish with the shoes on one foot, but then she noticed movement near her, it was Star. "Can I see?" Star asked shyly. "Sure," replied Midnight Twinkle, then moved to one edge of the bed and patted the vacant seat next to her for Star to sit there. As the girls sat together, Midnight Twinkle, in a few minutes, completely finished her drawing and showed it to Star who was just observing. "Wow, that's so pretty and cute, but why does the girl in your drawing look like me?" she asked. "To be honest, a few ideas came into my head when I first saw you," replied Midnight Twinkle blushing slightly. "Oh, thank you," Star said with a slight smile while blushing due to slight embarrassment and for Midnight Twinkle to draw her. Flipping the album to the next page, Midnight Twinkle thought briefly, tapping her sketchbook with her pen, contemplating the next subject for the drawing. Noticing that Midnight Twinkle didn’t know what to draw, Star suggested "What about the ponies?" "What do you mean?" asked Midnight Twinkle. "Well... you were thinking and I thought you were pondering a subject for a drawing and that's why I wanted to suggest it," replied Star. "Interesting..." said Midnight Twinkle thoughtfully, "Let's give it a try," she added and got the pencil in a good grip, as she was about to start sketching, she was stopped. "Can I try too?" asked Star. "Sure," replied Midnight Twinkle with a smile and held out a sheet of sketchbook and some drawing supplies for Star to use. After a while, in the silence, Midnight Twinkle notices Star peeking at her drawing, with Star still having a completely blank sheet. Midnight Twinkle turns her head and looks at Star and she, in turn, looks away and apologizes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Hey it's okay Star, don't worry," Midnight Twinkle tried to reassure her, she then took her album in one hand and held it out for Star, "here, look," she said. "You're so good Twinky," praised Star. "Hehe, thank you." thanked Midnight Twinkle, then thought for a moment, "Wait, did you just call me, Twinky?" "S.. so.. sorry, I didn't mean to," Star apologized immediately. "No, no, it's okay... I like it," admitted Midnight Twinkle with a smile. "Really?" asked Star. "Really," Twinky confirmed her words. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, then the girls looked at each other, smiled, and laughed heartily. As ms. Care was about to knock on the door, she heard laughter from inside the room, she smiled, knowing that she made the right choice. As the laughter stopped she knocked, was invited inside, saw both girls on Midnight Twinkle bed, and said, "I see you two are having fun." Both girls giggled a bit as they nodded. "Well then, I will not disturb you anymore," said Ms. Care, then withdrew to go about her business, while the two girls continued drawing, but this time Star was drawing and Twinky was helping her. Time went by in a flash, and while going slow Star was proud of the very loose sketch of her pony, and Twinky was impressed how far Star had come, thinking that Star had experienced before, but was just out of practice. A knock and the voice from ms. Care told them it was soon bedtime. Star and Twinky went to the bathroom, washed their faces, brushed their teeth, and went back to their room to get ready for bed. As Star was in bed Twinky turned the lights were off first, then got in her own bed and both girls thought about various things. Star was looking at her new hair clip, though tears fell, she thought to herself that Sunset would always be there for her. Twinky on the other hand was really liked how much she and Star got along, but she wanted to be open with Star about her past, just to hear that Star would never leave her. "Hey, Star?" asked Twinky. "Yeah?" answered Star, preoccupied with her hairpin, but still listening. Taking a deep breath, Twinky continued, "When I was little, and before I got here, my parents were going out to eat, but I wanted to come with them." Twinky choke up, forcing the words out, "And because I wasn’t allowed to come with them, I told them, that I hated them, that I never wanted to see them again." Twinky shed a few tears, remembering the evening much better than she could talk about them. Star’s own memories flashed through her, but she didn’t even remember her parent's last words, or what she told them, it was properly her mom telling her that she loved her, as Star was tucked into bed, but Star never replied back to her, she never told her that she loved her too, “I get you,” Star finally muttered. “Really?” Twinky asked, did she and Star have more in common than she thought, “What were your final words?” “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Star replied swiftly. “Sorry,” Twinky muttered, fearing she would push Star away she said, “I didn’t mean to, I- I just….” “It’s okay, but I would just not want to talk about it,” Star said before she got quiet “Then I won’t ask you,” Twinky said. A pause of a few seconds passed, Twinky continued, "I- I just don’t want you to leave me, I’ve made a mistake once, I don’t wanna repeat it again." "I'm sorry Twinky, but I can't promise you that," replied Star, she didn’t want Twinky to be another big sister for her to lose, "I just want parents who will look after me and love me, and I hope the same for you. But we can still be friends." Disappointed and wanting to change the subject, Twinky looked over and saw Star look at her hair clip "What's that hair clip you have?" Star looked at Twinky, but not wanting to talk more, she turned around and pulled her covers up, and said her final “Good night Twinky” "Ni ni Star," said Twinky. Silence fell, and soon Star was asleep and Twinky slept as well. Author's Note Thanks for reading, let us know what you think
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