Most of you know me, I am Rainbow Dash. But not many people know my life story. I am here to tell you. I was born on oatstember(September) 20. My mom was Color Wonder, she was also a Pegasus. My dad was Golden Spark, he was a unicorn with a fear if heights, but he was willing to live in Cloudsdale with his family. I have an older brother, Crimson Fire, I trained under him and he took care of me after my parents,um, died. )-: When I was a filly, I was enrolled in The Flight School of Cloudsdale. I was teased although I was obviously the best flyer. They called me Rainbow Crash. Because of this, I didn't have many friends. But I had one friend. Her name was Gilda. She was a griffin! Let me tell you about when I first met her.
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"Rainbow Daaaaaaash!!!!!!!" Called my brother Crimson Fire.

"Uuuuugh! Crimsonnn!!!!!" I yelled back.
Crimson came to my bed and ripped my sheets off.

"Dash, you need to get up for flight school!" I sat up and nuzzled my brother.

"No one there likes me! There, my nickname is Rainbow Crash even though I'm the best one!" I bit my lip and tried my hardest not to burst into tears. Crimson shushed me and said,

"They're just jealous! Ignore them!" I sniffed then glanced at my bare flank. I sighed. To get my cutie mark, I'll most likely need to finish out my schooling. I picked my self up, ate, then flew to fight school.

Today was the Trick Shot day where you show off tricks you've mastered. When it came time for me to preform my tricks, I flew up and did a bunch of spins and twirls and kicks and jumps. When I was finished, I flew to the ground where two bullies were waiting for me. One of them said,

"Nice job, Rainbow Crash! Hahahaha" they laughed atrociously.

"Hey! Stop picking on her!" A voice rang from afar. A griffin stepped up. Her wings were a lovely tan and her tail whipped though the air. The stranger continued, "she's sooooo much better then you! So quit it!" A griffin could easily scare you out of your skin with its bulky body and a height of two to four fillies stacked up! The bullies ran out of sight. I thanked the kind griffin profusely. She told me that it was no problem. Her name turned out to be Gilda. She was a wonderful flyer, and an excellent fighter. We became instant best friends. We trained together, played together, played pranks together, and hanged together.

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