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- >Ponyville Elementary
- >The occupants?
- >A teacher named Ms. Cheerilee who wants nothing more than to inspire.
- >And a child who wants nothing more than to not be there.
- >It was a weekly event.
- >Where the schoolteacher would try to wax poetic about how she is the master of her universe.
- >How it's not too late to change the path she's traveling on.
- >But for the listener, the child, it all went in one ear and out the other.
- >Why would today be any different?
- >The teacher sat behind her desk and the bored looking unicorn child sat across from her.
- >Hoof on her chin.
- >Wishing she was anywhere else.
- >Ms. Cheerilee could feel her brow narrow as her face scowled.
- >Trying to reinforce her mood with positivity, she sighed deeply.
- >"Do you know why you're here, again, Diamond Tiara?"
- >The young filly shrugged sluggishly.
- >"You bullying Sweetie Belle?" she pried.
- >"What you and I have been meeting to talk about for the last several weeks?"
- >Diamond Tiara slumped in her chair as she played with her hooves.
- >Never looking Ms. Cheerilee in the eye while doing so.
- "Not my fault she's a dork" she mumbled under her breath.
- >The school teacher rolled her eyes
- >"You get along with everyone else so well...I just don't understand" the stressed out teacher admitted.
- >Rubbing her temples with her hooves, trying to ward away the oncoming headache.
- "...She knows what she did" the distraught filly practically hissed through her teeth.
- >This almost caused Cheerilee to smack her head on the desk out of frustration.
- >"But I don't know what she did" she explained.
- >"I don't even think she knows what she did either Diamond Tiara..."
- >An image of a young, marshmallow colored filly with a purple-ish mane flashed to Cheerilee's mind.
- >On her face it was obvious she was trying to fight back tears.
- "Like I care about what she thinks!" a brash tone drew the school teacher back to reality.
- >Diamond Tiara felt her face scrunch up slightly.
- >A feeling like a wet fire appeared inside her chest.
- >Ignoring her outburst, Ms. Cheerilee returned to the point she was trying to get across.
- >"The point is, I don't want to have to do another week of these after school talks with you"
- >"And I don't want to see you bullying Sweetie Belle anymore" Cheerilee's voice was firm.
- >"Understood?"
- >The feeling of a cold flame encircled around Diamond Tiara's body.
- "Whatever" she grumbled.
- "Can I go now?" her mouth pouted outwards.
- >Her expression read defensive like a nerve was touched.
- >Sighing one more time.
- >"Yes, you may go" as soon as the words left her mouth, Diamond Tiara hopped off the chair.
- >Immediately heading for the door.
- >Another waste of time in her eyes.
- >Like clockwork, Randolph was waiting just outside the courtyard.
- >Standing erect like a soldier at the ready.
- >Holding a few, small pink bags on his slightly trembling back.
- >A loud slam drew his attention towards the front of the schoolhouse.
- >With a bittersweet scowl focused on the ground, Diamond Tiara marched to Randolph's side.
- >The aged stallion carefully dipped his hoof into a bag and pulled out a cup and saucer.
- >And nearly tumbling out afterwards was a kettle.
- >Full of tea.
- >Randolph poured the cup full of the warm liquid.
- >He held out the cup on a saucer to the distraught looking filly.
- >"Thank you Randolph" she sighed as her eyelids drooped.
- >She took a small sip of tea.
- >And Randolph bowed his head towards Diamond Tiara.
- >He placed the items back in his saddlebag while the little filly before him sipped at her tea a little more.
- >"Shall I escort you home, Miss Tiara?"
- >It always felt weird when Randolph called her that.
- >She saw Randolph as a friend more than a servant.
- >But sadly it wasn't always that way.
- >She's certainly overcome her fair share of hurdles in life.
- >Life is a marathon though, and there's always more roadblocks than you can see.
- "I...was kind of hoping Silver Spoon would be out here" the young girl moved her head every which way.
- >Hoping to see even the smallest hint of dull grey fur.
- >"My apologies Miss Tiara, but I was informed by her mother that she had developed a rather nasty cold"
- "Oh..." was all she said in response.
- >Hanging out with Silver Spoon was one of her absolute favorite things to do.
- >Even if she never really showed it.
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