This choice: Cut from the school musical, Sweetie Belle drowns her sorrow in treats. • Go Back... Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
A few more tears trickled and tickled their way down her nose, but she didn’t let them fall off. She buried her face into her pillow too quickly for that to happen.
The school’s little hall swam a little before her eyes, but she steadied herself on the microphone. She was fine. She was going to be fine.
There was nopony else here, except for Ms Cheerilee. The mulberry mare gave her that gentle smile of hers, and nodded.
“Go on, Sweetie Belle!” she called out.
Okay.
She could do this.
She closed her eyes, just in case she couldn’t.
“Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to lay your sleepy head…”
She was still thankful that the musical had picked a nice, quiet ballad for one of their songs.
She peeked open one eye. A smile was slowly spreading across Ms Cheerlee’s face that was lighting up the whole room with its glow.
“Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to go to bed…”
She sniffled, and reached out a hoof to the box that was by her side.
Chocolate.
Her friend. It understood her.
It made her feel better about herself.
It filled that empty feeling inside…
“Drif-ting off to sleep, leave exciting day behind you…”
She had her eyes wide open now, and she was beginning to tap her hoof like she did all those times back in her room or at Rarity’s place. The gentle, flowing beat made itself known in every sway of her hips and every wiggle of her shoulders.
She was going to do it!
“Drif-ting off to sleep, let the shores of dreamland find you…”
She reached out for another of her sweet, little friends.
They had been with her for a few days now, their smooth richness coating her tongue every time those… those memories came back.
Rarity was right: chocolate was a mare’s best friend.
Oh no.
She spotted them.
There, in the back of the room, stood two little fillies. One, light pink, with a gaudy tiara perched atop her mane. The other, light grey, with a pair of glasses standing snootily on the top of her nose.
Her insides froze.
They both grinned.
“Hush… now! Quiet… now…”
It was all she could choke out. They were watching! She couldn’t perform in front of them!
“S’time to… oh…”
Ms Cheerilee’s face said it all.
She sent her little friend on a journey, sliding down to join countless others in her tummy.
She sniffed.
She needed another one.
The mulberry mare’s smile faded to nothing, and she gently shook her head.
Sweetie Belle felt the tears brewing, as Ms Cheerilee looked at her with her eyes just pouring sympathy.
“I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle,” she said, walking over to the stage. “I’m afraid that you haven’t made it.”
Sweetie Belle blinked to clear her eyes. Her teacher was standing right before her, now, up on the stage and with her hoof outstretched.
She accepted the hug.
Another friend slipped away to her belly. A little spark of warmth burned there for just a moment.
She smothered it with another wave of sobs.
She pushed her muzzle into her pillow.
It just wasn’t fair.
“Sweetie Belle?”
Her ears perked at the muffled voice, and she pulled her face out of the pillow. It sounded like…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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