Becoming Diamond Tiara

by Wishes

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Silver Spoon, Adventure, Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life
Length: 2429

Who else cares? Not me, obviously...

Hello. My name is Elizabeth Shannon Rose Smith, but I prefer you call me Elizabeth. I'm rich, I hope you acknowledge that, and I have a best friend named Sara, who's also rich. So I said to myself one day, 'Hey, why not change into a pony and do it when my parents are away so I don't get in trouble except when they come back and see me gone and a random pink filly in my place and worry and grief for me like crazy when they don't recognize me?' Sarcasm, let me remind you.

Yeah right.

Proofread by EchotheWolf, edited by ParaDox Derpy, etc.

Published 2012-11-09 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-30 23:25:22 UTC

Chapter One: How My Life Used To Be Normal

Hello. I'm sure you may or may not know me, since I surely am one of those stereotypical fabulous rich girls, someone you'd probably pull out from a basic teen novel. If you don't realize it, I'm the one that's popular, cute, and attracts all the cute boys. But not like I'd actually think about that, even though I am a boy magnet, because I'm only ten, the age that soon goes into a preteen. If you're one of those boys that is into me, wait a couple of years until I'm thirteen, and we'll talk.

Okay, maybe that's a little too descriptive on the wrong point. My name is Elizabeth Shannon Rose Smith, but you can just call me Elizabeth or Eliza. I despise the nickname Lizzie since it is so casual and doesn't suit me all that well. May I remind you, I can simply smack you if you call me that in front of my face. Just a reminder.

If you cannot tell, I am a female. Beloved daughter of Mr. Clyde Smith, rich, famous, and also kind. He's not really like me, really, since I'm more... well, more like my mother. And my mother is evil.

But right now I'll get to the point. The story, I mean. Even though I'm not really good at telling stories like that.

It all began a Saturday morning. My father woke me up. He never slept in, so it's go to bed early, wake up early for him and me. It would get a bit annoying every there and then, but I'd remind myself that it was because my father loved me, and wanted my education to be better than his. I'd forgive him...then soon enough I find myself in the same situation over and over again.

That morning, the sun was bright and, well, sunny. I didn't know why he woke me up today...I didn't even have school.

And then I realized: one of my most favorite shows, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic was going to air a new episode today, and I certainly didn't want to miss live airings of the episodes. My beloved friend Sara Rose Ellen, who had her middle name named along with mine, would always come over this time of day and we'd watch it together. It would always be so fun...today being no exception.

Sara, without hesitation, ran quickly into my room beside my soft pink waterbed, leaning over it as I blinked.

Sara was no real star like me; more like a follower in my path, supporting me as I rose above all. But I admit, she was pretty, and probably would do anything I told her to do.

Anyways, today was normal. There were a few more minutes until the actual airing as usual, and today I felt like just laying there on my bed.

Sara, as always, had her platinum blond in a french braid. I personally had thought the platinum blond was very close to white, but more of a grayish-white (that reminded me of an old lady) but it was still cute. But that was away from the subject. Her eyes were a pale blue, like mine. Her skin would always compliment her eyes, so that would save the skin. Her complexion was an oddity since it was a little on the grayish side, but not that much, since she was known to be very healthy. I would know...we tell each other everything!

"So, Elizabeth...want to wait here or just get a snack from downstairs and watch what's on on television before the airing?" she asked, adjusting her light blue glasses, which fell over her eyes.

"It's okay, Sara," I waved my hand, and slowly pulled my body upwards in a sitting position. "I'd prefer to wait right here."

She smiled awkwardly, and flattened her skirt. "Do you like my outfit today? It's made up of some of the most expensive threads in the stores," she explained, "Well, in a regular town like this, there's not many fancy stores that sell thread quite like the ones I like."

I examined her clothing; she wore a plain gray jacket, covering a white shirt with puffy short sleeves and plain blue stripes. A red tie was in the middle, obviously a clip on, but a better than average clip on. Besides that, she had a plaid gray and dark gray skirt, lengthy white socks, and old fashioned shiny gray schoolgirl shoes with straps.

"Yes, I'd agree. The town is a bit too casually suburban, and I had asked my dad a billion times if I could move to one of those fancier houses in popular cities. With you of course, Sara," I replied, "Away from here. Away from everything I dislike here.”

“Like the pizza plaza whose workers keep calling you ‘sir’?” Sara asked, giggling.

“Shut up, Sara,” I laughed, and nudged her.

"Anyways," she smiled, looking at her silver watch on her left wrist. "It's almost time for the airing. Let's go!"

I smiled, and sighed, pulling myself from the bed and into my fuzzy pale pink bunny slippers. In my opinion, there was never a time too old for bunny slippers, and even I, with high, fine tastes, liked them immensely.

"Hey, Sara, why don't we just watch it on my new bedroom flat-screen?" I asked Sara, who was about to leave the room. "It's comfortable, and the bed can fit both of us, I'm sure."

Sara smiled softly. "Alright, alright," she pulled herself back into the room, took off her shoes, and sat next to me on my bed. "So, where's the remote?"

"In my hand," I replied, giggling, and turned on the television, already set on the channel of the Hub. It was finishing an episode that would always air before My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

Sara giggled, taking of her jacket, and poked me.

And the two very, very best friends, Sara Rose Ellen and Elizabeth Shannon Rose Smith, watched our favorite episode, A Friend in Deed together, unaware of the danger that would soon expose to Elizabeth, and Elizabeth retelling the story in third person.

Chapter Two: ...And Now I'm a Pony.

How often, allow me to ask you, does a regular child of my age, turn into an animal from their favorite television show? I wouldn’t know, actually, because I had never ever heard of such a crazy thing, except for now; I had discovered some people over the internet who had been through the same exact thing, and still are.

Well, there’s a fact there: I’m never going to be back to normal, and I’m never going to live the same life I did ever again. Which means, if you haven’t discovered the obvious already, that this...this curse...is permanent.

I sighed, tapping my hooves carefully onto my computer. This was the most weird activity I’ve ever experienced...one wrong mistake or one small push and I would break the entire laptop keyboard. But there wasn’t any turning back now...I needed information.

*clickity-clack-clack*

I was chatting with a person I had found over a server. She had supposedly turned into a mare named Derpy Hooves, who was a background character of the show, I knew. I, myself, had transformed into a supporting character, one named Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara was told to be mean (as well as rich, which I was) and her personality fit mine almost exactly (so it was kind of ironic) but seriously, I didn’t feel that much like her.

Sighing heavily, I looked around the empty, shadowed corridors that lead to all parts of my empty house. My parents had left me alone (believing I was responsible) that evening when I was asleep, leaving me a note, and had supposedly left for California for business emergencies, though I was pretty sure it was for the sake of a vacation. They had rented their hotel at one of the most expensive and luxury hotels by the beach. I didn’t exactly like the beach, since the dirty sand and seawater would mess up my specially tailored swimsuit (I didn’t want that to happen), so maybe that was why they didn’t bring me along.

But it would still be fun to walk along the boardwalk and play a few games or so, or eat some of the lobsters I heard were there at a few restaurants near the hotel.

The worst part about it was that there would be a babysitter, which I hated. First of all, the babysitters always treated me like I was three years old, and secondly, since the babysitter would be there in a few minutes, it wouldn’t be so good to still be in my pony form.

I quickly figured out my plan, and entered my response to my friend.

Goodbye. Leaving the house. Babysitter coming.

I had needed to make all the text as simple as possible so my hooves would manage along the keyboard. Worriedly, I glanced all around, twitching my ears to sense when the babysitter would come to put my plan into action.

There was no echo of sound, just the simple click-clack on the keyboard as I typed.

Where do you think I should go?

I sighed once again. It’d be quite a lonely trip, going someplace myself, just to hide. I thought to myself again, where would I go?

I know you’re lonely. Find somepony as your traveling partner! Oh, I know; Silver Spoon.

It was like she had read my mind. But, who had turned into Silver Spoon, though she was Diamond Tiara's best friend and was likely as a traveling partner? And where should I even go?

Go to New York. It’s where everypony goes.

It was like she read my mind. But, still...

Silver Spoon, I think, is behind a school building. 2567, Oakland Drive.

That school...that school was the one I used to go to when I went to public schooling. It wouldn't be very far away, actually, which was good, because I didn't want to attract any attention or do anything...well, stupid.

Okay, I’ll be there in no time. Goodbye for now.

Clearing my throat, I glanced at the clock. The babysitter was almost here, I knew it, hearing some car noises that was proof.

Better late than never, right?

I turned off my computer, quickly wrote a note with my mouth (stupid earth pony hooves), pasted it on the counter, and gathered my things as quickly as I possibly could in my pink drawstring bag, that would be, to me, useful later on.

Sighing once again, I looked around to check if everything was where it needed to be. Yes, computer turned off. Yes, lights turned off. Yes, a light blue car driving in my driveway.

Wait a minute...the car?

“Oh no, ohnoohnoohno...” I muttered to myself, quickly putting on my bag and hurrying towards the back exit. I heard a noise.

*creeeakkkkk*

The babysitter was here. I knew what she looked like, for she had babysit me before. She had light, golden blond hair, which was cut to her shoulders. She’d usually have a drawstring bag with her, which was blue, the color of her eyes. Her complexion is pale and usually her face is covered in makeup. Not too much, just it looks weird to me since I’m a kid. You know, the regular dark eyelash extensions, soft blue eyeshadow, blush, and light pink lip gloss -- something like a regular babysitter would have. But she wasn't a foalsitter, that was for sure.

I carefully focused on my escape, putting my curious thoughts aside for the moment. I was scared, but that didn’t matter, if the babysitter found me and put me in a zoo. A zoo! Who puts an unnatural pink pony in a zoo? Oh, no, they’d probably put me in a government facility with the other freaks of nature, yes. I wouldn’t belong there!

My mind exploded with those thoughts, which I had tried to fold up carefully in a storage box. My hoof stumbled over the circular brass doorknob, fruitlessly opening the door for a while. Finally, I opened it -- by digging my hoof in the edge and turning it that way, with a few failed tries, until opening the door with pride of success.

The bright sunlight blinded my eyes for a second, until it dimmed down. It wasn’t that bright actually, I had just spent quite an amount of time in the dark, shadowed house, and it hurt my eyes by the adjustment. Of course, I had no time to lose.

“Elizabeth? Elizabeth!” I heard the babysitter call from inside the large house, “Elizabeth, it’s me, your babysitter!”

I shuddered at some thoughts and slammed the door closed. She wouldn’t have heard me though, since she would be at the entrance by the staircase upstairs, all the way across the house. The sound couldn’t possibly be echoed throughout all the way towards her, and she wouldn’t notice because she’d be screaming for me and the sound would be very faint anyways.

But I couldn’t take any chances.

My mind raced as well as my body, and my heart, from fright. Looking around, I saw no neighbors; it was a weekend and everyone should be at home, with a cup of tea. My neighbors were one of those fancy English-type rich people; I couldn’t help but laugh at each and every one of their silly customs. But still.

My hooves clacked on the ground; it was odd, because there were no cars. Then I realized; the neighborhood would be going with my parents to that vacation, and the street was at the far end of town so no passerby would be going here unless for visiting which they would avoid because they would know, if they were smart and talked to them earlier about visiting, that they wouldn’t be home. I smiled to myself, and hesitated before walking down the sidewalk and into the road, where cars were sure to come. There weren’t any now, though. But I knew that if I was just to walk down the street, they would be sure to see me and report to the police, or get distracted and bump into other cars. Of course, no one sees a pink filly with a diamond tiara and a cutie mark on the sidewalk every day, right?

Maybe, but if that’s the way it has to be to get to Silver Spoon, that’s the way it has to be.