Trixie The Outcast

[You flip to the next available page, which, to your dismay, takes place years later.]

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11/15/2009

Another boring day of nonsense at the Magic School, and another depressing day of coming home to a wretched mother.

My life is just splendid.

Everypony is such a snob there. They think they're the best just because they've been practicing magic since they were little. I really hate ponies like that. They're just like the ones at my old school. The only difference?

No Star Dust.

It really sucks that he had to move to Ponyville. Why couldn't he stay? We could be going to Magic School together...

Bah. Doesn't help to think like that. His parents probably couldn't afford it anyway.

Also, I know It's probably not healthy to talk about this much, but I miss Daddy.

I miss him so much.

Last night I buried myself under the covers and cried. I just let the tears and the sadness flow right out of me. Too bad I couldn't sleep, on account of my blanket being soaked.

Why is it that everything good has to come to an end eventually? Is this some kind of cruel joke that's being played on me?

If so, it's not funny. Not one bit.

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11/23/2009

I'm back again. It's midterm week...

We have to do some sort of spectacular levitation spell, and I don't nearly have the time nor concentration to pull it off...

I'm thinking of doing that thing we talked about...

I know it's risky, and I know that I'd be abandoning a lot, but I feel like this might be a real course of action.

Of course, I'll have failed Daddy...

Rats. Mother's calling. Be back soon.

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12/01/2009

That's it. I've had it. I've absolutely had it.

I've had it with the fact that I've failed my midterm, and had everypony laugh at me.

I've had it with the fact that I have nopony to call my friend.

But most of all, I've had it with the fact that Daddy's been dead for seven years, all because of that drunken moron with a knife.

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to run away.

I'll take the money that Daddy left me for Magic School. I know I'll have failed him, but somehow, I know he'll understand.

Come with me, Mr. Diary. You've been the only one in my life that really understands me.

Let's go...

To the carnival.

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12/16/2009

The carnival took me in! I knew they would! I don't have to sleep on the cold streets anymore!

I had to speak with the manager, (Who was seemingly never around.) and explain my situation. I think he understood that I had nowhere else to go.

It was either that, or the puppy dog eyes.

He's a generous man, nonetheless. He's having me performing magic shows every day. I'll have the help from some fireworks and some kind of poofy powder. It's pretty neat, and it'll make up for my lack of magical knowledge until I can learn a little on my own.

Best of all, I'll get paid. It's not much, but enough to keep me going once Daddy's money runs out.

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12/24/2009

Well Mr. Diary, it's Hearth's Warming Eve.

I'm all alone, except for you.

I remember a few years ago, when me and Daddy made hot cocoa together while Mommy was in her drunk slumber. It was so delicious. It warmed me right up, and prepared me for when we would go out and watch the stars.

They were so beautiful that night. Radiantly glistening in the night sky. As if every star knew it was being viewed, and wanted to look it's best for me.

I slept more comfortably that night than I did in my entire life. Everything came together perfectly. The time with Daddy, the cocoa, the stars, and the exciting curiosity of tomorrow's presents.

Mommy just got me some dumb old socks, but Daddy's present was the best. He got me my very own magician's hat and cloak. They were covered in stars. It even came with a little wand.

That was the best present I've ever received. I've worn it every day, ever since I got my Cutie Mark.

It was the first time I'd ever cast a spell. It was a simple illumination spell, but Daddy helped me learn it. He waved my wand, told me how to concentrate and clear my mind, and I just... Did it. Naturally. The next thing I knew, it was right there on my flank. What a magical day for it to happen...

I can feel Daddy's presence. I feel as though he's been looking after me, from up above...

Hah. I'm getting to be a bit depressing here, aren't I, Mr. Diary?

Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright. Daddy promised.

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01/22/2010

Hey again.

I bought some blue cotton candy and rode the merry-go-round after work... I almost couldn't do it. I was crying the whole time, and everypony looked at me like I was a freak. I certainly feel like one, I'll tell you that much.

I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I ever rode that wonderful contraption... Daddy told me that I was big enough, and that meant the world to me. Nothing could stop me. I was a happy little filly without a care in the world. Now look at me. I'm nothing but a clown.

I never really feel alone anymore, though. I always feel like Daddy's with me, somehow.

Oh. I know.

He's with me when I wear this outfit.

He's with me when I do my magic.

But most importantly...

He's with me... In my heart.

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[You shout in frustration as you come across another section of torn pages.]