MilesTheCalicoCat

The morning rush of ponies in the Chocolade signaled the beginning of the work day for most ponies in Ponyville. With each pony waiting in line, varying degrees of anger were present. Small bodies banked through the line serving the few customers that sat contently at tables, nibbling on cakes and other small delicacies. "Double 'thot 'thinny latte up!" A curly maned filly called as she placed a steaming cup on a silver platter. "Silver Spoon," shouted a commanding mare from behind the register. "Take that double shot skinny latte to Clockwork!" A gray filly responded, balancing the platter with ease on her head. "Yes ma'am, Ms. Bon-Bon,"

Chapter 1-"Perfect isn't easy, but it's me~" Diamond Tiara lay in bed as she clutched a gray, filly sized doll tight and gently stroked its mane. Memories of their time spent together in Ponyville flooded her mind. The laughter, the sights, and even the tutorial sessions Silver Spoon gave her. All of it seemed all the more precious now. The more significant those moments together were now that things were different. "Silver Spoon..." she whispered, looking into the doll's stoic violet eyes. The one pony I liked more than me. More than anypony should, I guess. "Those others took you from me!" Diamond Tiara hissed in a sudden fit of rag

    "You sure you want to go through with this, Silvy?" Sweetie Belle's voice rang with a tone of worry behind it. "We will come with you if you like..."     Silver Spoon smiled warmly at her young unicorn friend.     "I'm sure I can do this alone." she nodded. "Diamond Tiara is my best friend and I'm sure she still thinks the same."     "I dunno," Scootaloo said shaking her head. "I'd feel alot better if at least I came along to make sure you go through it."     "Yea," Apple Bloom added with a nod. "No offence, Silver Spoon, but yer kinda

    Silver Spoon sat in her room atop her bed, trying her best not to break down and cry anymore. Tears already soaked her face and the whites of her eyes were now pink and puffy. I deserved it, she thought to herself, worsening her mood.    Diamond Tiara's words drove a spike through her heart. She was at a total loss as she stared down at the tear soaked floor. Her mixed feelings only made matters worse, namely an unusual pang of anger she felt at herself for letting things go the way they did.    The music from her party still echoed upstairs despite the guests beginning to filter out as the sun began to cast it's final orange glow on