Starlight Glimmer, as I know her, is obsessed with magic, though maybe even a bit too emotional, as well. I think it helps her boost her magical strength. Oh, and she's powerful too, in such a way that her magical ability exceeds even her father's. She was able to encase her room in a protective shell, and I only knew she was inside because she was sobbing. I have no idea over what, but it was hard to hear her so broken.
Starlight, in my perspective, is super sweet and helpful. She's kind and will care for her friends and even her dad, who annoys her all the time. I'm kind of tired of hearing her complaints, but she'll never say anything in front of her dad, in case it might hurt his feelings. I wonder if she has any negative, hidden feelings about me, though she probably doesn't, seeing as how she tells me the most personal things.
Starlight, from what I can see, is cheerful and energetic. She loves playing games with me whenever she's not studying magic or finishing homework. She really likes Dragon Pit, and even Jenga, which is still somewhat confusing to me. Jenga's not the most entertaining game, but when played with a friend, it can be a lot more fun. I mean, I guess she likes blocks. Oh, and she likes flying kites as well. Never told me why she likes them, but she does. A lot.
This is the Starlight I know. The emotionally powerful, blissfully kind, and just a great friend Starlight. But I didn't know she was different than that.
Everyone thinks I'm a pretty powerful unicorn, pleasant and bright. They see me casting spells and that's all I'm known for at school. They think I need a push in the right direction, and a bit of support, which I probably do. But no one knows who I really am, super fragile and, well, super emotional. I can go on super big mood swings, and somehow, no one notices. I have no idea how. I think it's staring them right in front of the muzzle.
I like sports, mostly soccer, so I feel like blend in with the athletes. That part, I'm not sure how many ponies notice, because they probably all think I'm the nerd. They all see me as the "teacher's pet," maybe because I have Straight A's. It's kind of weird to have great grades, to at least be a super great student, while still playing soccer with the other ponies, scoring goals in last Saturday's game.
If they knew about who I really was, they would judge me, a lot. Point their hooves and ignore me and talk about me behind my back, just like they did when I first came here. Sure, it was bad being transfered to a "better" school, but at least I found friends like Sunburst and got good grades. The good grades probably did it for everyone. Barely anyone in the whole school got the A Honor Roll award at the end of the year. And I'm not gloating, it's just that, the event finally helped them see that I wasn't an outcast.
Today, our class was having a board game party. Boy, it was fun, or at least it would've been more fun if I'd won Dragon Pit against Wolf Bite, or whatever his name was. I love the game, and it's still enjoyable when I lose against Sunburst at home. But at least Sunburst doesn't cheer about my defeat the way Wolf does. He doesn't rub it in my face, even though he does sometimes tip over the board. Gee, I could've lost against Cherry Blossom if I wanted. She would be modest, and maybe even say that I won. I wouldn't accept it, but right now, I'd take moving back ten-thousand negative spaces on the board if it meant I didn't have to listen to Wolf's cheering.
Sunburst is the only one who truly gets me. I mean, he's my best friend. So of course, he would come over to me and put his hoof on my shoulder. He would try to comfort me, saying, "He's not rubbing it in your face, Starlight. Aren't you listening?"
That just about does it. My best friend is telling me I'm overreacting. I'm hearing loud cheering, Sunburst calming me down, the teacher saying something. But none of it matters, not if my best friend is siding against me. The tears I didn't even know were there start streaming down my cheeks as I run out of the classroom. Someone's calling out for me. The teacher grabs me. Ha, like that can stop me. I teleport out of the tight grasp, and more importantly, the whole situation, and land on my bed.
I look around at my room, trying to calm myself down from the little fit I was having. I took a deep breath and lifted over my guitar. Playing it helped calm me down sometimes. Music is very calming in that way. I think of a good song to play, knowing that I can't write my own. I mean, if I did, it would be pretty bad, because most chords and strumming techniques I know, and can remember, are pretty simple and come out as a relaxing song. I like, no, scratch that, love rock music. It's more suitable, at least to me. I guess that's another thing about me that most ponies don't know. They have no idea I like music, let alone rock and metal. It stands out from the perfect character they see me as. I wish I had a bad grade or something, maybe prove to them that I "fit" rock music.
I strum one of my favorite songs in Equestria, called Why It Happened, by my favorite rock artist. I have posters of her taped to my wall, and even my guitar has a sort of skull-like shape. I guess I stand out. A lot.
