Silverspoon's true story

by The Demon of Sloth

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Silver Spoon
Length: 1075

Who knew Silverspoon would be a nice filly in the beginning, and turned nasty later?

If you ask anypony that what decision that they regretted, they would most probably tell you their stories, most of the time their stories are miserable, some are heartbreaking while some are humorous. You'd never know how many twisted stories everypony has in their hearts to share. Some stories must be told, while some are compulsory to remain a secret for the rest of their lives while some are just way too embarrasing to be revealed.
But mine was not like the others.
My story of being a bully was truly unimaginably crazy.
It was all thanks to that wrong choice that I made....

Okay guys I know this story is rushed, so maybe I can do a squeal to make up for that. I need time, of course. School is part of our lives after all.

Published 2013-03-13 19:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-13 19:50:02 UTC

Silverspoon's true story

     If you ask anypony that what decision that they regretted, they would most probably tell you their stories, most of the time their stories are miserable, some are heartbreaking while some are humorous. You'd never know how many twisted stories everypony has in their hearts to share. Some stories must be told, while some are compulsory to remain a secret for the rest of their lives while some are just way too embarrasing to be revealed.

     But mine was not like the others.

     My story of being a bully was truly unimaginably crazy.

     It was all thanks to that wrong choice that I made....

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     I held my breath as I gingerly stepped into my classroom.

     My new classroom was spacious and airy. The fresh paint on the walls made the classroom more comfortable to study in. The tables and chairs were all new and the floor tiles were so shiny and polished that it looked like it had been scrubbed numerous times. At the front there was the chalkboard and new chalks were laid on the chalk holder for the teacher to write on.

     I took some time to absorb my surroundings, before heading to a desk which is located in front at the third row which has a label attached on it with my name. I silently pushed the chair and sat down, curiously staring at the other fillies that entered the classroom and settling down at their seats, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

     A few minutes later, a mare with a moderate cerise coat, a pale light grayish rose and light ceriseish mane with three smiling flowers for her cutie mark trotted into the classroom. She placed her books on the teachers desk, then looked up and smiled warmly to the students.

     "Good morning students. My name is Miss Cheerilee! How nice to see you all!" The mare said sweetly to the class.

     "Ehh... boring..." A voice moaned.

     I turned to the direction of the voice to find a pretty young filly with a pale magenta coat, a pale, light grayish violet and white streaks mane and had a tiara which was placed on top of her head, making her look like a princess. She also had a tiara for a cutie mark.

     I leaned towards her and whispered" Why do you find her boring?"

    The earth pony snickered softly and replied "That's because my senses tell me that I made the wrong choice picking this school to study."

     I widened my eyes in curiousity. Why did she find this kindergarden terrible? It was a school that any filly would hope to study, but why did she object? I grew even more curious, but then decided to ask her after school.

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     The school bell rang, signaling that it was the end of school. Everypony cheered as they packed their bags and greeted Miss Cheerilee goodbye. As soon as class was dismissed, I rushed to the earth pony to ask my question.

     "Wait up!" I called out to her. She turned her head around to look at me straight in the eye. She hummed in response.

     "I-I want to ask you... why do you not like it here? Don't you find it comfortable to study here?" I stammered at my first sentence, as I was afraid that she might think that I am insulting her or something.

     She sighed and replied in a snobbish voice "Well, my curious lass, I had an interest in another school called River Valley Elementary. It has the best books, teachers and facilities. Of course I told my father that I wanted to enroll into the school, but he said that the school was too far away from our mansion and the fees are just too expensive. I thought it was the most lamest excuse ever. I mean, he's loaded and I can always take his private limousine there! Instead he enrolled me into an ordinary kindergarten!" She ended with a really pissed off look on her face, slamming her hoof on the ground in anger.

     From the way she expressed her anger, I decided not to question her further, lest she explodes and starts to throw tantrums. A thought flashed through my mind, and it was to make friends with her. Why not? I was lonely and had no friends, neither did that filly had friends too. So, I mustered up all my strenght and courage, took a deep breath and asked in a polite tone:

     "Can we, umm... hang out for a while?"

     "Hmm... I don't see why not. Besides, I don't have anything to do at the moment."

     "So, what's your name?"

     "Diamond Tiara. And yours?"

     "Silverspoon."

     Neither did I knew that I had just made a grave mistake.

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     Soon we became BFFs (A/N: Best Friends Forever) and we did almost everything together. We studied, ate, played and...

     Bullied.

     Since we became friends, Diamond Tiara influenced me with unruly,snobbish attitude and brainwashed me with negative words, curses and downright bad behaviour. Soon, I was a changed pony. I was no longer the kind, quiet and polite filly anymore.

     I turned to my dark side, and my whole life turned upside down. Bullying was now a hobby to me, and I enjoyed it. No doubt, bullying was my drug. I could not live one day without bulling or teasing others. Indeed, we always got away with it and always let off the hook when we were caught.

     This was my new life, and my dark side was grateful with it, as every single day it was a bonus to her.

     However, the real me, imprisoned deep down in the darkness of my heart, kept on pleading, begging, weeping as it silently wishing and praying for a change. It was always there, desperately waiting for the key to release her from the prison of loneliness, fear, greed and all the negative emotions that one's dark side would activate when it has the power to change a pony's life.

     Hope was the key.

     No matter how much darkness there was, the light of hope would clear the darkness all away.

     However, how am I going to reach for the key when I am so weak and helpless now?