A Talk With A Bullyby ArtistChaptersDiamond’s confessionBlack eyesLonely and aloneDiamond’s confessionSilver Spoon and Diamond walked up to the school building the next morning, the light pink filly stole a glance at her best friend as they went inside. “All right class, please take your seats,” Ms Cheerilee chopped, bubbling with enthusiasm. “Today we will talk about bullying.” Diamond shrunk down in her seat as Ms Cheeriee walked around the room, giving out papers. “Diamond,” Ms Cheeriee said, looking down at the empty chair that had been previously occupied. “You are going to get extra lessons from me after school.” The rich filly sat back down in her seat, folding her hooves and looking disappointed. “But I didn’t do anything wrong, it was their fault,” Diamond innocently said, pointing to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “It was all her, she was bullying us, we didn’t do anything,” Sweetie objected. “That’s enough, from both of you, I will talk to you when class is over,” Ms Cheeriee said, going back to her desk. It had been a couple of hours since Diamond and Sweetie had exchanged any words. As the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Ms. Cheerilee watched as the last student left the classroom. She let out a weary sigh as she walked to her desk and sat down, the weight of the day settling heavily on her shoulders. Diamond sat at her desk, her head bowed, only looking up when Ms. Cheerilee approached her. The teacher's expression was stern as she looked down at the light pink filly. "Diamond, do you understand what you have done?" Ms. Cheerilee asked, her voice firm but not unkind, as she addressed the young student. "But I didn’t do anything wrong, I was just kidding around with Apple Bloom," Diamond protested, glancing up at her teacher, her tone defensive. The rich filly finally looked at Ms. Cheerilee her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and apprehension. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cheeriee, I didn't mean anything by it," Diamond stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Please don't tell my mother." "I have no choice but to let her know what happened," Ms. Cheerilee said with a heavy heart, knowing the impact her words would have on the young filly. As Diamond walked out of the door with her head down and a few tears streaming down her face, Ms. Cheeriee sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her responsibility as a teacher. With a heavy heart, Ms. Cheerilee got up and walked out of the schoolhouse door, closed it gently behind her, and began the lonely walk to the opulent Rich family mansion. Arriving at the mansion, Ms. Cheerilee knocked on the door and was greeted by an elderly Stallion, who welcomed her inside, the imposing grandeur of the mansion looming over her. “I would like to know if I can talk with Ms. Spoiled Rich,” Cheerilee said to the elderly Stallion, who nodded and walked off. Cheeriee looked around at her surroundings in awe, after a few minutes, the Stallion came back with Spoiled Rich. “Ah, Ms. Cheeriee, what brings you here, if I may ask?” Spoiled asked, putting on a fake smile. “I'm here because I need to talk to you about Diamond, she has been bullying the CMC as you know, but I have a question, what are you going to do about it?” Cheerilee asked. Spoiled hesitated before answering. “Well, I don't know, I've been trying to tell her that it's wrong to bully, but I don't think that she listened to me.” Cheeriee let out a sigh of exasperation but forced a smile to appear on her face. “Yeah, well maybe you could be more strict with her,” She suggested. “HOW DARE YOU TELL ME HOW I SHOULD RAISE MY DAUGHTER?!” Spoiled seethed in hot anger. Cheeriee stood her ground as Spoiled continued to yell at her. Diamond walked through to the door as her mother kept yelling. Spoiled looked to the door at her daughter. “Diamond, where were you? Your teacher tells me that you've been bullying the CMC, is this true?” Diamond didn't say anything as she looked at Ms. Cheeriee with a disappointing look, before running upstairs. Cheerilee looked at Spoiled with an angered look in her eyes before leaving. Spoiled came upstairs to hear her daughter crying in her room, like she drone for days now, she did not know what to do at this point. Why was it hard to raise her daughter? Spoiled felt so uncomfortable with her own life, if her husband were still here, he would know what to do with Diamond, but he was not here, she sometimes wished that it had happened to her and not to him, why did he have to die, why did it happen to him? Spoiled walked into her husband's old bedroom, lay down on his bed, and sobbed loudly. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Diamond asked as she stood in the doorway. Spoiled looked up, her eyes red from crying. “I'm fine,” she lied. “I'm so sorry, Mom,” Diamond suddenly said. “You did not do anything wrong,” Spoiled said. "I'm deeply sorry, Mom," Diamond confessed tearfully. "I feel like a terrible daughter because I bullied the Cutie Mark Crusaders due to their disabilities, and I'm especially ashamed of how I treated Apple Bloom because of her visual and auditory impairments. I can't believe how I acted towards them." Diamond's voice wavered with regret as she shared her feelings with her mother. “Well, I think that you don't have to be sorry for what happened!” Spoiled whispered in her daughter’s ear, before getting up and walking out the door as her daughter lay on the bed. Spoiled watched her daughter cry on the bed from the doorway, then she simply walked away, smiling as she walked out the door of her mansion. Spoiled walked through town to the outskirts of Ponyville, once she reached the graveyard, she sat down before her husband's grave. "Oh, Filthy, I don't know what to do, it's hard without you here," Spoiled cried as she hugged the grave. Author's Note I hope you like it. Black eyesThe CMC walked home after a long and agonizing day at school, Sweetie Belle held Apple Bloom's hoof as they walked, Scootaloo trailing behind them in her wheelchair. When they arrived back at Sweet Apple Acres, Sweetie Belle tapped out a rhythmic pattern on Apple Bloom's back to let her know that they had arrived. Apple Bloom nodded in understanding and Sweetie Belle walked up to knock on the front door. As they stepped into the house, once the door opened, Sweetie guided Apple Bloom to sit down. Applejack noticed that they all had black eyes and bruises on their bodies. “What happened to ya?” The cowgirl asked, examining her sister. Scootaloo's wheelchair was a sturdy yet streamlined design, tailored to accommodate her unique needs. The frame was constructed of lightweight yet durable materials, allowing for easy maneuverability while ensuring stability. The seat was cushioned for comfort during long periods of use, with adjustable straps securing Scootaloo's legs in place to provide support and stability. The wheels were large and rugged, capable of navigating various terrains with ease. Despite its functional design, the wheelchair had a touch of personal flair, adorned with decals and stickers reflecting Scootaloo's vibrant personality and love for adventure. “Diamond Tiara was bullying us just because of our disabilities,” Scootaloo explained. “Well, that ain't good, I think that we need to have a chat with Diamond about this,” Applejack finally said when the orange Pegasus was done explaining what had happened. “Yeah, we should go talk with her, she was picking on Apple Bloom, just because she’s blind and deaf, and needs a lot of help from us and the teacher at school,” Sweetie Belle chimed in when she was done translating what was being said for Apple Bloom. “Well, then, what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Scootaloo spoke, wheeling forward with so much speed that she nearly ran into Applejack. “But first we should tell Rarity and Rainbow Dash, Ah think that they would want to hear this, too.” Applejack replied. Scootaloo let out a sigh and wheeled over to the door to open it for the others to go and tell Rarity and Rainbow what had happened. Applejack and the Cutie mark crusaders headed out of the farmhouse to go to Rarity’s boutique across town. Rarity was rearranging her fabrics when there came a knock on the door, she went to go see who it was, and when she opened the door she saw Applejack and the Cutie Mark Crusaders standing there. “Sweetie Belle, whatever happened to you?” Rarity asked, looking at her sister in disbelief when she saw her black eye. Sweetie Belle recounted the day's events for her big sister when she had come into the boutique. “Oh dear, we must do something,” The white unicorn said when her little sister had finished telling the story of what happened at school that day. “All right, I’ll go get Rainbow Dash,” Applejack spoke, heading back out the door to find her friend, leaving Rarity alone with the three young disabled ponies. The entrance to Rarity's boutique features a wide, double door with a low threshold, allowing for easy access for ponies of all sizes and abilities. The doors are equipped with handles that can be easily grasped by ponies with different types of hooves, ensuring everyone can enter without difficulty. Inside, the boutique boasts a spacious layout with wide aisles between the displays of fabrics, clothing racks, and accessories. The aisles are free from clutter, allowing plenty of room for ponies to move around comfortably, even those using mobility aids such as wheelchairs or walkers. The flooring of the boutique is smooth and level, making it easy for ponies to traverse without fear of tripping or stumbling. Additionally, there are tactile indicators along the floor to guide ponies with visual impairments and help them navigate the space safely. Throughout the boutique, there are seating areas strategically placed for ponies who may need to take a rest or simply relax while shopping. The seating options include sturdy chairs and benches with ample padding for comfort. The displays themselves are designed with accessibility in mind, with fabrics and garments arranged at varying heights to accommodate ponies of different heights and reach capabilities. Labels and signage are clear and easy to read, using large fonts and high contrast colors for visibility. Rarity and her staff are trained to provide excellent customer service to all ponies, including those with disabilities. They are attentive to the needs of their customers and are always ready to assist with any requests or inquiries. Overall, Rarity's boutique is not only a haven for fashion enthusiasts but also a welcoming and inclusive space where ponies of all abilities can feel comfortable and empowered to express their unique style. A few moments later, Applejack returned with Rainbow Dash. The cowgirl was out of breath from running when she busted into the boutique. “So what happened?” Rainbow Dash asked after a while. “Well, it seems that Diamond Tiara has been picking on the girls,” Rarity explained, pointing to the girls black eyes. “I think we need to give that girl a taste of her own medicine,” Rainbow said, pumping her hoof in the air as she let out a yell of determination. “Let’s do this.” “Yeah, come on,” Applejack shouted as she picked up her little sister and put her on her back galloping out the front door. “Hold on, I really think we need to think this through, we can’t just show up at her house and go in blazing,” Rarity held up a hoof to stop her friends. Applejack turned to her with a look of determination on her face, before turning back to the road. Rarity let out a sigh and followed her friends out, closing the door behind her. Across town, in a big opulent mansion Diamond and her mother Spoiled Rich were having an argument about money, like they had always had for the past few months. Spoiled believed that her daughter was not ready to inherit all of this money, and that she would be the rightful heir to the Rich estate one day instead of Diamond. “You lowlife, you will never be successful, being successful is what your father was good at and what I am good at, but you, you will be never good at it,” Spoiled screamed like a banshee at her daughter, who was huddled in the corner with a look of fear on her face. “But mother, please, I didn’t mean it, I was only trying to become popular, so the other ponies would like me,” Diamond begged, as her mother’s hoof prepared to strike her. “You will never be successful, I wish you were never born, you spoiled insolent little brat,” Spoiled yelled before storming out and slamming the door to Diamond’s room behind her. “Why do you always need to make things so difficult, after dad died you started making my life hell, I hate you!” Diamond yelled after her mother. At this, Spoiled turned around and marched back into her daughter’s room. “What did you say to me, you better be glad I’m your mother, you know, your father’s death is your fault, if you hadn’t been late, your father would still be alive.” Spoiled screamed back, her face turning as red as a tomato. “Screw you, I wish you weren’t my mother!” Diamond screamed as tears began welling up in her eyes. “Diamond Tiara, watch your language.” Spoiled scolded as she turned around and left her daughter’s room once again. Diamond Tiara crawled up onto her bed and cried, she didn’t understand why her mother needed to be so mean, what did she ever do to deserve this, her daddy was never mean to her when he was alive, but then again, her mother always blamed her for her father’s death. “Dad’s death wasn’t my fault, I didn’t mean to come home late that day,” Diamond thought to herself as she lay face down on her bed. Author's Note This will be a multi chapter story, but I hope you enjoy it, I know that this seems a little bit rushed, but I felt as though I needed to get this out, I have had this story on published for too long. I mean, I’ve just had the synopsis on published but decided to write the story, again sorry if it’s feeling a little rushed. Lonely and aloneThe next day at school, when the CMC sat down at their desks, Diamond Tiara began her usual teasing once again. “Hey, freaks, you will never be special, there’s nothing special about you, you don’t even have your cutie marks yet,” Diamond taunted as she sat down. “Oh yeah, just you wait until we get our cutie marks, we will show you,” Scootaloo responded, turning around in her wheelchair to face the bully. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes as a smug smile spread across her face. Silver Spoon turned to Apple Bloom who sat beside Sweetie Belle and looked into her eyes and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Sweetie asked when she noticed Silver laughing hysterically, and looking at Apple Bloom. “Her eyes, they look funny. What is wrong with her, I mean, she doesn’t talk, ha, that’s funny,” Silver laughed even harder, nearly falling out of her chair. Sweetie looked like she was ready to fight Silver at that very moment. “You don’t have the right to make fun of Apple Bloom like that, just wait until Miss Cheerilee comes back and I tell her what you and Diamond have been doing to us!” Sweetie yelled at Silver. “Or what?” Diamond asked, noticing the exchange between Sweetie and Silver. “That’s enough of that,” Sweetie growled, getting up from her seat and walking over to Silver and punching her in the face. Silver Spoon had a little time to react as she was marked off her hooves from the impact. “What did you do that for, can’t you ever take a joke?” Diamond yelled. Apple Bloom was unaware that Sweetie had stood up for her, and that now there was a fight going on. Sweetie was unaware that the teacher had come back into the room. “Hey, what is going on here?” Miss Cheerilee asked, looking around at all of her students. Silver Spoon, who now had a blackeye from where Sweetie had hit her, walked forward and hung her head. “I started it,” she admitted. Cheerilee let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Honestly, girls, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t start fights with your classmates, even when Silver or Diamond call you names,” Cheerilee scolded the cutie mark Crusaders. “But, Diamond was making fun of Apple Bloom’s eyes,” Sweetie complained. “Is that true, Diamond?” Cheerilee asked, coming over to the rich filly. "No way, Miss Cheerilee," Diamond Tiara quickly retorted, her tone dripping with falsity. “Ok, well, Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara you’re going to stay after school, the rest of you will get to go home,” Miss Cheerilee said, sitting down at her desk. Sweetie stuck her tongue out at Diamond, as Miss Cheerilee resumed the lesson on pre-equestrian history. When school had let out, Scootaloo guided Apple Bloom down the school’s ramp and into the schoolyard. Silver Spoon was walking beside them with her gray-maned head occasionally turning over to them. “Nice going, you got me suspended for a week, freak!” Silver accused Scootaloo as she walked past, refusing to acknowledge her fault in the matter, even if she had done so previously. The orange Pegasus opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again when she remembered the pink figure that exited the school building with a furious look. “Great job you retards, you weren't gonna be anything in your pathetic lives, so you decided to drag me and Silver down with you! I’m getting suspended too, you shitheads…” Diamond screamed, coming up behind Apple Bloom, who hadn't even noticed her presence. Silver seemed to flinch at the slur that Diamond had spotted, but she cracked a crooked smile and stood behind her, trying to make her seem more intimidating. Sweetie rolled her eyes, went up to Apple Bloom, and took her hoof, beginning to tap out in a rhythmic pattern. “You don’t need to worry about Diamond or Silver, they are getting suspended for a week.” Apple Bloom let out a beaming smile when Sweetie had finished her message, and gave her a small hug. Diamond and her affluent companion strutted by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, burning holes into their faces with how much they were staring. "This is so unfair! When my mother hears about this!" Diamond began to shout, her voice breaking mid-yell before being interrupted by Sweetie Belle. “She's going to do what? She can't do anything,” Sweetie said, with a nervous smile, that slowly gained confidence as she saw how Diamond's expression was turning sour. The thoughts of how her mother might react to the information about today's events. She hadn't even thought about it due to how much rage she had boiling inside herself, but now that she had let it out a bit. Scootaloo released a sigh as the CMCs walked (and rolled) off… she had almost felt bad for Diamond… that expression on her face was one of fear… she smacked herself lightly on the face for even conceiving the faintest idea of pity for her bully. “Oh yeah, just you wait and see!” Diamond called, but they were too far away to hear her broken voice. As they walked, the Cutie Mark Crusaders talked about various subjects, mostly just to get their minds off what had happened. The most common topic that they seemed to wander into was what they were gonna do when they got to the clubhouse. “I know, how about we have a treasure hunt?” Sweetie asked, walking to the left of Apple Bloom, kicking away rocks or tapping her shoulder when there was something in her way. “That is an awesome idea, but we should gather some supplies first,” Scootaloo spoke as she wheeled beside the redheaded filly, translating what they were saying to her in real-time. As they continued planning out what they were going to do for the treasure hunt. Apple Bloom nodded in agreement at their final plan, and both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle cheered at the idea. Arriving at the clubhouse, Sweetie guided Apple Bloom up the ramp and into the clubhouse with Scootaloo following them. As they settled into the cozy confines of the clubhouse, Sweetie Belle's mind buzzed with excitement, her thoughts darting like fireflies in the night. She clutched a notebook tightly, her special interest in organization kicking in. "Okay, okay, so for the treasure hunt," Sweetie began, her voice punctuated by bursts of enthusiasm, "we need a map, clues, and... um... a plan! Yes, a plan!" Apple Bloom leaned forward, her ears flicking as she listened intently. Despite her inability to hear or see, she was adept at picking up on the vibrations around her and the subtle shifts in her friends' demeanors. "Scootaloo, ya reckon we could make a map that's easy for Apple Bloom to understand?" Sweetie asked, her eyes bright with anticipation. Scootaloo nodded eagerly, wheeling herself closer to the makeshift table in the center of the clubhouse. "Absolutely! We can use different textures and shapes to represent different locations. That way, Apple Bloom can feel her way through the hunt." Apple Bloom nodded in agreement, her hooves tracing patterns on the tabletop as she envisioned the tactile map taking shape. "Then we need clues," Sweetie continued, flipping through her notebook with purpose. "Something that'll challenge us but also lead us to the treasure!" Scootaloo tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What if we incorporate some riddles? That way, we have to think and work together to solve them." "Good idea!" Sweetie exclaimed, jotting down notes furiously. "And we can assign each of us a role. Like, I'll be the navigator, Apple Bloom can decipher the clues with her... um, senses, and Scootaloo, you'll be the muscle, ready to wheel us to victory!" Scootaloo grinned, a surge of pride filling her chest. "You got it! We'll make an unbeatable team." With a plan in place, the Cutie Mark Crusaders set to work, their clubhouse buzzing with the excitement of adventure and friendship. Despite their individual challenges, they knew that together, they were unstoppable. When Diamond returned home, her mother was waiting for her, she looked extremely extremely angry. “What’s the meaning of this?” I heard from your teacher that you started bullying your classmates, why?” Spoiled screamed. “Mother, I..don’t know what you are talking about?” Diamond lied. “That’s it, no dinner for you tonight, go to your room and think about what you did!” Spoiled screamed. As Diamond made her way up the winding staircase, her mother's frail figure disappeared into the shadows above. Silver Spoon stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, her heart heavy with concern. The shock etched on her face mirrored the turmoil within her. "Diamond..." Silver Spoon's voice trembled as she called out, her words barely a whisper in the vast emptiness of the foyer. But Diamond didn't turn back. Her footsteps echoed faintly against the walls, a haunting rhythm that seemed to underscore the gravity of the moment. Each step she took felt like a step away from everything Silver Spoon knew. Tears welled up in Silver Spoon's eyes as she watched her friend vanish into the darkness. She couldn't bear the thought of Diamond facing whatever awaited her alone. "Diamond, please..." Her plea hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and unanswered questions. With a heavy heart, Silver Spoon slowly backed away from the staircase, her gaze fixed on the spot where Diamond had disappeared. She couldn't bring herself to leave, couldn't abandon her friend in her time of need. But she also couldn't force Diamond to confront whatever demons haunted her. "I'm sorry, Diamond," Silver Spoon whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I wish... I wish I could do more." With one last lingering glance at the staircase, she turned away, her footsteps faltering as she stumbled out of the house. Outside, the world seemed to blur around her, the sounds of the night fading into a distant cacophony. Silver Spoon leaned against the cold stone wall, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. But the weight of the moment pressed down on her, a suffocating reminder of her own helplessness. "I'll find a way to help you, Diamond," she vowed, her voice barely audible above the whisper of the wind. "No matter what it takes, I'll be there for you." And with that promise echoing in her heart, Silver Spoon turned and disappeared into the night, her determination burning bright against the darkness. Inside her room, Diamond buried her face in her hooves, her shoulders shaking with sobs. The weight of her mother's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with guilt and shame. How could she have been so blind to the pain she had caused others? How could she have let her anger and insecurity control her actions? "But... Mom... I didn't mean..." Diamond's voice cracked as she tried to defend herself, her words barely audible over her tears. Spoiled Rich's voice, cold and unforgiving, cut through the air like a blade. "You didn't mean? That's always your excuse, Diamond! You never think about the consequences of your actions! You never think about how your behavior affects others!" Diamond's heart sank with each accusatory word. She knew her mother was right, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear. "I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Sorry isn't good enough!" Spoiled Rich's voice rose to a crescendo, her anger boiling over. "Do you have any idea what you've done? How could you be so cruel, so heartless?" Tears streamed down Diamond's cheeks as she struggled to find the right words, to somehow make amends for the pain she had caused. "I... I didn't think... I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Spoiled Rich's expression softened slightly, but her eyes still burned with resentment. "You didn't think? That's the problem, Diamond. You never think before you act. You never consider the consequences." Diamond bowed her head, feeling the weight of her mother's disappointment bearing down on her like a heavy chain. "I'll... “I'll try to do better. I promise," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Spoiled Rich shook her head, her frustration evident in every line of her face. "Promises won't bring your father back!” Diamond. Promises won't undo the pain you've caused. You need to learn to take responsibility for your actions, to face the consequences head-on." Inside, Diamond's resolve hardened. She knew she had to make things right, not just for her own sake, but for the sake of those she had wronged. With a determined nod, she wiped away her tears and squared her shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Author's Note Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Diamond’s confessionSilver Spoon and Diamond walked up to the school building the next morning, the light pink filly stole a glance at her best friend as they went inside. “All right class, please take your seats,” Ms Cheerilee chopped, bubbling with enthusiasm. “Today we will talk about bullying.” Diamond shrunk down in her seat as Ms Cheeriee walked around the room, giving out papers. “Diamond,” Ms Cheeriee said, looking down at the empty chair that had been previously occupied. “You are going to get extra lessons from me after school.” The rich filly sat back down in her seat, folding her hooves and looking disappointed. “But I didn’t do anything wrong, it was their fault,” Diamond innocently said, pointing to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “It was all her, she was bullying us, we didn’t do anything,” Sweetie objected. “That’s enough, from both of you, I will talk to you when class is over,” Ms Cheeriee said, going back to her desk. It had been a couple of hours since Diamond and Sweetie had exchanged any words. As the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Ms. Cheerilee watched as the last student left the classroom. She let out a weary sigh as she walked to her desk and sat down, the weight of the day settling heavily on her shoulders. Diamond sat at her desk, her head bowed, only looking up when Ms. Cheerilee approached her. The teacher's expression was stern as she looked down at the light pink filly. "Diamond, do you understand what you have done?" Ms. Cheerilee asked, her voice firm but not unkind, as she addressed the young student. "But I didn’t do anything wrong, I was just kidding around with Apple Bloom," Diamond protested, glancing up at her teacher, her tone defensive. The rich filly finally looked at Ms. Cheerilee her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and apprehension. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cheeriee, I didn't mean anything by it," Diamond stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Please don't tell my mother." "I have no choice but to let her know what happened," Ms. Cheerilee said with a heavy heart, knowing the impact her words would have on the young filly. As Diamond walked out of the door with her head down and a few tears streaming down her face, Ms. Cheeriee sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her responsibility as a teacher. With a heavy heart, Ms. Cheerilee got up and walked out of the schoolhouse door, closed it gently behind her, and began the lonely walk to the opulent Rich family mansion. Arriving at the mansion, Ms. Cheerilee knocked on the door and was greeted by an elderly Stallion, who welcomed her inside, the imposing grandeur of the mansion looming over her. “I would like to know if I can talk with Ms. Spoiled Rich,” Cheerilee said to the elderly Stallion, who nodded and walked off. Cheeriee looked around at her surroundings in awe, after a few minutes, the Stallion came back with Spoiled Rich. “Ah, Ms. Cheeriee, what brings you here, if I may ask?” Spoiled asked, putting on a fake smile. “I'm here because I need to talk to you about Diamond, she has been bullying the CMC as you know, but I have a question, what are you going to do about it?” Cheerilee asked. Spoiled hesitated before answering. “Well, I don't know, I've been trying to tell her that it's wrong to bully, but I don't think that she listened to me.” Cheeriee let out a sigh of exasperation but forced a smile to appear on her face. “Yeah, well maybe you could be more strict with her,” She suggested. “HOW DARE YOU TELL ME HOW I SHOULD RAISE MY DAUGHTER?!” Spoiled seethed in hot anger. Cheeriee stood her ground as Spoiled continued to yell at her. Diamond walked through to the door as her mother kept yelling. Spoiled looked to the door at her daughter. “Diamond, where were you? Your teacher tells me that you've been bullying the CMC, is this true?” Diamond didn't say anything as she looked at Ms. Cheeriee with a disappointing look, before running upstairs. Cheerilee looked at Spoiled with an angered look in her eyes before leaving. Spoiled came upstairs to hear her daughter crying in her room, like she drone for days now, she did not know what to do at this point. Why was it hard to raise her daughter? Spoiled felt so uncomfortable with her own life, if her husband were still here, he would know what to do with Diamond, but he was not here, she sometimes wished that it had happened to her and not to him, why did he have to die, why did it happen to him? Spoiled walked into her husband's old bedroom, lay down on his bed, and sobbed loudly. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Diamond asked as she stood in the doorway. Spoiled looked up, her eyes red from crying. “I'm fine,” she lied. “I'm so sorry, Mom,” Diamond suddenly said. “You did not do anything wrong,” Spoiled said. "I'm deeply sorry, Mom," Diamond confessed tearfully. "I feel like a terrible daughter because I bullied the Cutie Mark Crusaders due to their disabilities, and I'm especially ashamed of how I treated Apple Bloom because of her visual and auditory impairments. I can't believe how I acted towards them." Diamond's voice wavered with regret as she shared her feelings with her mother. “Well, I think that you don't have to be sorry for what happened!” Spoiled whispered in her daughter’s ear, before getting up and walking out the door as her daughter lay on the bed. Spoiled watched her daughter cry on the bed from the doorway, then she simply walked away, smiling as she walked out the door of her mansion. Spoiled walked through town to the outskirts of Ponyville, once she reached the graveyard, she sat down before her husband's grave. "Oh, Filthy, I don't know what to do, it's hard without you here," Spoiled cried as she hugged the grave. Author's Note I hope you like it.
Black eyesThe CMC walked home after a long and agonizing day at school, Sweetie Belle held Apple Bloom's hoof as they walked, Scootaloo trailing behind them in her wheelchair. When they arrived back at Sweet Apple Acres, Sweetie Belle tapped out a rhythmic pattern on Apple Bloom's back to let her know that they had arrived. Apple Bloom nodded in understanding and Sweetie Belle walked up to knock on the front door. As they stepped into the house, once the door opened, Sweetie guided Apple Bloom to sit down. Applejack noticed that they all had black eyes and bruises on their bodies. “What happened to ya?” The cowgirl asked, examining her sister. Scootaloo's wheelchair was a sturdy yet streamlined design, tailored to accommodate her unique needs. The frame was constructed of lightweight yet durable materials, allowing for easy maneuverability while ensuring stability. The seat was cushioned for comfort during long periods of use, with adjustable straps securing Scootaloo's legs in place to provide support and stability. The wheels were large and rugged, capable of navigating various terrains with ease. Despite its functional design, the wheelchair had a touch of personal flair, adorned with decals and stickers reflecting Scootaloo's vibrant personality and love for adventure. “Diamond Tiara was bullying us just because of our disabilities,” Scootaloo explained. “Well, that ain't good, I think that we need to have a chat with Diamond about this,” Applejack finally said when the orange Pegasus was done explaining what had happened. “Yeah, we should go talk with her, she was picking on Apple Bloom, just because she’s blind and deaf, and needs a lot of help from us and the teacher at school,” Sweetie Belle chimed in when she was done translating what was being said for Apple Bloom. “Well, then, what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Scootaloo spoke, wheeling forward with so much speed that she nearly ran into Applejack. “But first we should tell Rarity and Rainbow Dash, Ah think that they would want to hear this, too.” Applejack replied. Scootaloo let out a sigh and wheeled over to the door to open it for the others to go and tell Rarity and Rainbow what had happened. Applejack and the Cutie mark crusaders headed out of the farmhouse to go to Rarity’s boutique across town. Rarity was rearranging her fabrics when there came a knock on the door, she went to go see who it was, and when she opened the door she saw Applejack and the Cutie Mark Crusaders standing there. “Sweetie Belle, whatever happened to you?” Rarity asked, looking at her sister in disbelief when she saw her black eye. Sweetie Belle recounted the day's events for her big sister when she had come into the boutique. “Oh dear, we must do something,” The white unicorn said when her little sister had finished telling the story of what happened at school that day. “All right, I’ll go get Rainbow Dash,” Applejack spoke, heading back out the door to find her friend, leaving Rarity alone with the three young disabled ponies. The entrance to Rarity's boutique features a wide, double door with a low threshold, allowing for easy access for ponies of all sizes and abilities. The doors are equipped with handles that can be easily grasped by ponies with different types of hooves, ensuring everyone can enter without difficulty. Inside, the boutique boasts a spacious layout with wide aisles between the displays of fabrics, clothing racks, and accessories. The aisles are free from clutter, allowing plenty of room for ponies to move around comfortably, even those using mobility aids such as wheelchairs or walkers. The flooring of the boutique is smooth and level, making it easy for ponies to traverse without fear of tripping or stumbling. Additionally, there are tactile indicators along the floor to guide ponies with visual impairments and help them navigate the space safely. Throughout the boutique, there are seating areas strategically placed for ponies who may need to take a rest or simply relax while shopping. The seating options include sturdy chairs and benches with ample padding for comfort. The displays themselves are designed with accessibility in mind, with fabrics and garments arranged at varying heights to accommodate ponies of different heights and reach capabilities. Labels and signage are clear and easy to read, using large fonts and high contrast colors for visibility. Rarity and her staff are trained to provide excellent customer service to all ponies, including those with disabilities. They are attentive to the needs of their customers and are always ready to assist with any requests or inquiries. Overall, Rarity's boutique is not only a haven for fashion enthusiasts but also a welcoming and inclusive space where ponies of all abilities can feel comfortable and empowered to express their unique style. A few moments later, Applejack returned with Rainbow Dash. The cowgirl was out of breath from running when she busted into the boutique. “So what happened?” Rainbow Dash asked after a while. “Well, it seems that Diamond Tiara has been picking on the girls,” Rarity explained, pointing to the girls black eyes. “I think we need to give that girl a taste of her own medicine,” Rainbow said, pumping her hoof in the air as she let out a yell of determination. “Let’s do this.” “Yeah, come on,” Applejack shouted as she picked up her little sister and put her on her back galloping out the front door. “Hold on, I really think we need to think this through, we can’t just show up at her house and go in blazing,” Rarity held up a hoof to stop her friends. Applejack turned to her with a look of determination on her face, before turning back to the road. Rarity let out a sigh and followed her friends out, closing the door behind her. Across town, in a big opulent mansion Diamond and her mother Spoiled Rich were having an argument about money, like they had always had for the past few months. Spoiled believed that her daughter was not ready to inherit all of this money, and that she would be the rightful heir to the Rich estate one day instead of Diamond. “You lowlife, you will never be successful, being successful is what your father was good at and what I am good at, but you, you will be never good at it,” Spoiled screamed like a banshee at her daughter, who was huddled in the corner with a look of fear on her face. “But mother, please, I didn’t mean it, I was only trying to become popular, so the other ponies would like me,” Diamond begged, as her mother’s hoof prepared to strike her. “You will never be successful, I wish you were never born, you spoiled insolent little brat,” Spoiled yelled before storming out and slamming the door to Diamond’s room behind her. “Why do you always need to make things so difficult, after dad died you started making my life hell, I hate you!” Diamond yelled after her mother. At this, Spoiled turned around and marched back into her daughter’s room. “What did you say to me, you better be glad I’m your mother, you know, your father’s death is your fault, if you hadn’t been late, your father would still be alive.” Spoiled screamed back, her face turning as red as a tomato. “Screw you, I wish you weren’t my mother!” Diamond screamed as tears began welling up in her eyes. “Diamond Tiara, watch your language.” Spoiled scolded as she turned around and left her daughter’s room once again. Diamond Tiara crawled up onto her bed and cried, she didn’t understand why her mother needed to be so mean, what did she ever do to deserve this, her daddy was never mean to her when he was alive, but then again, her mother always blamed her for her father’s death. “Dad’s death wasn’t my fault, I didn’t mean to come home late that day,” Diamond thought to herself as she lay face down on her bed. Author's Note This will be a multi chapter story, but I hope you enjoy it, I know that this seems a little bit rushed, but I felt as though I needed to get this out, I have had this story on published for too long. I mean, I’ve just had the synopsis on published but decided to write the story, again sorry if it’s feeling a little rushed.
Lonely and aloneThe next day at school, when the CMC sat down at their desks, Diamond Tiara began her usual teasing once again. “Hey, freaks, you will never be special, there’s nothing special about you, you don’t even have your cutie marks yet,” Diamond taunted as she sat down. “Oh yeah, just you wait until we get our cutie marks, we will show you,” Scootaloo responded, turning around in her wheelchair to face the bully. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes as a smug smile spread across her face. Silver Spoon turned to Apple Bloom who sat beside Sweetie Belle and looked into her eyes and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Sweetie asked when she noticed Silver laughing hysterically, and looking at Apple Bloom. “Her eyes, they look funny. What is wrong with her, I mean, she doesn’t talk, ha, that’s funny,” Silver laughed even harder, nearly falling out of her chair. Sweetie looked like she was ready to fight Silver at that very moment. “You don’t have the right to make fun of Apple Bloom like that, just wait until Miss Cheerilee comes back and I tell her what you and Diamond have been doing to us!” Sweetie yelled at Silver. “Or what?” Diamond asked, noticing the exchange between Sweetie and Silver. “That’s enough of that,” Sweetie growled, getting up from her seat and walking over to Silver and punching her in the face. Silver Spoon had a little time to react as she was marked off her hooves from the impact. “What did you do that for, can’t you ever take a joke?” Diamond yelled. Apple Bloom was unaware that Sweetie had stood up for her, and that now there was a fight going on. Sweetie was unaware that the teacher had come back into the room. “Hey, what is going on here?” Miss Cheerilee asked, looking around at all of her students. Silver Spoon, who now had a blackeye from where Sweetie had hit her, walked forward and hung her head. “I started it,” she admitted. Cheerilee let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Honestly, girls, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t start fights with your classmates, even when Silver or Diamond call you names,” Cheerilee scolded the cutie mark Crusaders. “But, Diamond was making fun of Apple Bloom’s eyes,” Sweetie complained. “Is that true, Diamond?” Cheerilee asked, coming over to the rich filly. "No way, Miss Cheerilee," Diamond Tiara quickly retorted, her tone dripping with falsity. “Ok, well, Sweetie Belle and Diamond Tiara you’re going to stay after school, the rest of you will get to go home,” Miss Cheerilee said, sitting down at her desk. Sweetie stuck her tongue out at Diamond, as Miss Cheerilee resumed the lesson on pre-equestrian history. When school had let out, Scootaloo guided Apple Bloom down the school’s ramp and into the schoolyard. Silver Spoon was walking beside them with her gray-maned head occasionally turning over to them. “Nice going, you got me suspended for a week, freak!” Silver accused Scootaloo as she walked past, refusing to acknowledge her fault in the matter, even if she had done so previously. The orange Pegasus opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again when she remembered the pink figure that exited the school building with a furious look. “Great job you retards, you weren't gonna be anything in your pathetic lives, so you decided to drag me and Silver down with you! I’m getting suspended too, you shitheads…” Diamond screamed, coming up behind Apple Bloom, who hadn't even noticed her presence. Silver seemed to flinch at the slur that Diamond had spotted, but she cracked a crooked smile and stood behind her, trying to make her seem more intimidating. Sweetie rolled her eyes, went up to Apple Bloom, and took her hoof, beginning to tap out in a rhythmic pattern. “You don’t need to worry about Diamond or Silver, they are getting suspended for a week.” Apple Bloom let out a beaming smile when Sweetie had finished her message, and gave her a small hug. Diamond and her affluent companion strutted by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, burning holes into their faces with how much they were staring. "This is so unfair! When my mother hears about this!" Diamond began to shout, her voice breaking mid-yell before being interrupted by Sweetie Belle. “She's going to do what? She can't do anything,” Sweetie said, with a nervous smile, that slowly gained confidence as she saw how Diamond's expression was turning sour. The thoughts of how her mother might react to the information about today's events. She hadn't even thought about it due to how much rage she had boiling inside herself, but now that she had let it out a bit. Scootaloo released a sigh as the CMCs walked (and rolled) off… she had almost felt bad for Diamond… that expression on her face was one of fear… she smacked herself lightly on the face for even conceiving the faintest idea of pity for her bully. “Oh yeah, just you wait and see!” Diamond called, but they were too far away to hear her broken voice. As they walked, the Cutie Mark Crusaders talked about various subjects, mostly just to get their minds off what had happened. The most common topic that they seemed to wander into was what they were gonna do when they got to the clubhouse. “I know, how about we have a treasure hunt?” Sweetie asked, walking to the left of Apple Bloom, kicking away rocks or tapping her shoulder when there was something in her way. “That is an awesome idea, but we should gather some supplies first,” Scootaloo spoke as she wheeled beside the redheaded filly, translating what they were saying to her in real-time. As they continued planning out what they were going to do for the treasure hunt. Apple Bloom nodded in agreement at their final plan, and both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle cheered at the idea. Arriving at the clubhouse, Sweetie guided Apple Bloom up the ramp and into the clubhouse with Scootaloo following them. As they settled into the cozy confines of the clubhouse, Sweetie Belle's mind buzzed with excitement, her thoughts darting like fireflies in the night. She clutched a notebook tightly, her special interest in organization kicking in. "Okay, okay, so for the treasure hunt," Sweetie began, her voice punctuated by bursts of enthusiasm, "we need a map, clues, and... um... a plan! Yes, a plan!" Apple Bloom leaned forward, her ears flicking as she listened intently. Despite her inability to hear or see, she was adept at picking up on the vibrations around her and the subtle shifts in her friends' demeanors. "Scootaloo, ya reckon we could make a map that's easy for Apple Bloom to understand?" Sweetie asked, her eyes bright with anticipation. Scootaloo nodded eagerly, wheeling herself closer to the makeshift table in the center of the clubhouse. "Absolutely! We can use different textures and shapes to represent different locations. That way, Apple Bloom can feel her way through the hunt." Apple Bloom nodded in agreement, her hooves tracing patterns on the tabletop as she envisioned the tactile map taking shape. "Then we need clues," Sweetie continued, flipping through her notebook with purpose. "Something that'll challenge us but also lead us to the treasure!" Scootaloo tapped her chin thoughtfully. "What if we incorporate some riddles? That way, we have to think and work together to solve them." "Good idea!" Sweetie exclaimed, jotting down notes furiously. "And we can assign each of us a role. Like, I'll be the navigator, Apple Bloom can decipher the clues with her... um, senses, and Scootaloo, you'll be the muscle, ready to wheel us to victory!" Scootaloo grinned, a surge of pride filling her chest. "You got it! We'll make an unbeatable team." With a plan in place, the Cutie Mark Crusaders set to work, their clubhouse buzzing with the excitement of adventure and friendship. Despite their individual challenges, they knew that together, they were unstoppable. When Diamond returned home, her mother was waiting for her, she looked extremely extremely angry. “What’s the meaning of this?” I heard from your teacher that you started bullying your classmates, why?” Spoiled screamed. “Mother, I..don’t know what you are talking about?” Diamond lied. “That’s it, no dinner for you tonight, go to your room and think about what you did!” Spoiled screamed. As Diamond made her way up the winding staircase, her mother's frail figure disappeared into the shadows above. Silver Spoon stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, her heart heavy with concern. The shock etched on her face mirrored the turmoil within her. "Diamond..." Silver Spoon's voice trembled as she called out, her words barely a whisper in the vast emptiness of the foyer. But Diamond didn't turn back. Her footsteps echoed faintly against the walls, a haunting rhythm that seemed to underscore the gravity of the moment. Each step she took felt like a step away from everything Silver Spoon knew. Tears welled up in Silver Spoon's eyes as she watched her friend vanish into the darkness. She couldn't bear the thought of Diamond facing whatever awaited her alone. "Diamond, please..." Her plea hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears and unanswered questions. With a heavy heart, Silver Spoon slowly backed away from the staircase, her gaze fixed on the spot where Diamond had disappeared. She couldn't bring herself to leave, couldn't abandon her friend in her time of need. But she also couldn't force Diamond to confront whatever demons haunted her. "I'm sorry, Diamond," Silver Spoon whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I wish... I wish I could do more." With one last lingering glance at the staircase, she turned away, her footsteps faltering as she stumbled out of the house. Outside, the world seemed to blur around her, the sounds of the night fading into a distant cacophony. Silver Spoon leaned against the cold stone wall, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. But the weight of the moment pressed down on her, a suffocating reminder of her own helplessness. "I'll find a way to help you, Diamond," she vowed, her voice barely audible above the whisper of the wind. "No matter what it takes, I'll be there for you." And with that promise echoing in her heart, Silver Spoon turned and disappeared into the night, her determination burning bright against the darkness. Inside her room, Diamond buried her face in her hooves, her shoulders shaking with sobs. The weight of her mother's words hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with guilt and shame. How could she have been so blind to the pain she had caused others? How could she have let her anger and insecurity control her actions? "But... Mom... I didn't mean..." Diamond's voice cracked as she tried to defend herself, her words barely audible over her tears. Spoiled Rich's voice, cold and unforgiving, cut through the air like a blade. "You didn't mean? That's always your excuse, Diamond! You never think about the consequences of your actions! You never think about how your behavior affects others!" Diamond's heart sank with each accusatory word. She knew her mother was right, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear. "I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Sorry isn't good enough!" Spoiled Rich's voice rose to a crescendo, her anger boiling over. "Do you have any idea what you've done? How could you be so cruel, so heartless?" Tears streamed down Diamond's cheeks as she struggled to find the right words, to somehow make amends for the pain she had caused. "I... I didn't think... I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." Spoiled Rich's expression softened slightly, but her eyes still burned with resentment. "You didn't think? That's the problem, Diamond. You never think before you act. You never consider the consequences." Diamond bowed her head, feeling the weight of her mother's disappointment bearing down on her like a heavy chain. "I'll... “I'll try to do better. I promise," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Spoiled Rich shook her head, her frustration evident in every line of her face. "Promises won't bring your father back!” Diamond. Promises won't undo the pain you've caused. You need to learn to take responsibility for your actions, to face the consequences head-on." Inside, Diamond's resolve hardened. She knew she had to make things right, not just for her own sake, but for the sake of those she had wronged. With a determined nod, she wiped away her tears and squared her shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Author's Note Hope you enjoy this chapter.
