Am I really willing to overwork myself with another story?

Yes. Yes I am.

This story is based on my OC, Gigglesmirk. Also, there are other OC's based on my friends. Let's see how this works.

~Gigglesmirk's POV~

I placed my head on my desk. Well, more like slammed it. Today just wasn't my day. Why do I always get the bad luck?

You see, I have my own little circle of friends. There's me, the electric purple unicorn who makes everyone laugh, Boomerball, the red pegasus who loves baseball, and Sweetone, the pink Earth pony whose kindness could suffocate someone. Ever since we were foals we couldn't be separated. We had our minds set on getting our cutie marks. The Cutiemark Crusaders are our competition. We actually made a bet with them. First group to have all three get their cutie mark wins!

About a month ago, we pulled ahead in the competition during the talent show. We all entered individually. I juggled. But when I decided to do that as my talent, I didn't take into consideration my coordination. I epically failed, and I tried to use my magic to keep the balls from flying everywhere. I got disqualified for cheating...

So then went Boomerball. He tried to dance. I wanted to tell him that dancing wasn't his thing, but I couldn't break his heart. During his spin, he twisted his hoof and landed on his back. This sprained his left wing and it was in a cast for about a week. This killed him on the inside, because he couldn't play baseball like he wanted.

So our only hope was Sweetone. She was originally going to do magic tricks (not with a horn, she's an Earth pony), but I urged her to sing. Ever since she was little, I would listen to her hum to herself and make up songs. I finally wore her down. She sang a song she made up herself, one of my personal favorites. When Sweetone opened her mouth and sang, the audience's jaws dropped in aw. Her voice was melodious and fluent. When she finished, the whole crowed erupted in cheers and applause. Suddenly, her flank began to glow. A picture of a pair of eighth notes appeared on her once blank flank. Sweetone earned her cutie mark!

So that put us ahead by one. It was exciting to see my best friend since Cantergarden earn her cutie mark. But over time, the excitement wore off. We were waiting to see the next cutie mark show up.

This morning, before school, we had a quick baseball game. Of course, Boomer was the one to organize it. It was us against the Cutiemark Crusaders. I went up first, and I used my magic to pick up the bat. But, my lack of coordination and focus made me strike out. My silver wolf-like tail drooped and I walked back to the bench. Up next was Sweetone. We all new that strength was not on her side. But she had plenty of focus to at least hit the ball. She picked up the bat and waited. The first swing was a strike, but the second made contact. She hit it hard enough to get a single.

So finally it was Boomerball's turn. He flew over to home plate and picked up the bat. He hovered a few inches off the ground and stared down Scootaloo, who was the pitcher. She stared right back at him. She drew back her hand, and threw the ball at him. Boomerball's eyes narrowed at the baseball speeding towards him. He swung the bat and made contact. No surprise there. What was a surprise was the distance the ball went. Boomerball always hit a triple or more, but this distance was a whole new record. The ball went so far it broke through Twilight Sparkle's Tree house window! Everyone stood in aw, including Boomerball. Then his flank began to glow. On his once blank flank, a bat and a baseball appeared. Now Boomer had his cutie mark! He ran around the bases in a victory lap.

So now we are two ponies ahead of the Cutiemark Crusaders! So why was I so down?

Well, I'm upset because I have NO IDEA what my talent is! Sure I can make people laugh, but so can Pinkie Pie. And yes, I'm good at video games. But Link, my older brother, was better.

And on top of all that, Miss Cheerilee gave us a pop quiz on Ponyville history. Oh, why didn't I pay attention during this lesson?

I tried my best on the quiz and handed it in. I'm pretty sure I only got two questions right.

HELLO! MY NAME IS LINE BREAK!

On the way home, I hung my head low. Boomer was dying of happiness, and Sweetone was extremely excited for him. Don't get me wrong, I was happy too. It's just, if I don't figure out what my special talent, the Cutiemark Crusaders will catch up to us. I can almost see the dark cloud hanging over my head. Wait a second...

I looked up. There was a dark, stormy cloud hanging over my head! "Rainbow Dash!" I shouted.

Rainbow Dash flew off the cloud and kicked it away. "How'd you know it was me?"

"I know you," I answered.

Rainbow Dash laughed and hovered next to me. "What's got you down, squirt?" she asked.

"Well, I still don't know my talent, and Boomerball found his."

"No way!" She flew over to my friend. "Dude, I knew you would! Was it baseball?"

"Yeah!" the red Pegasus answered proudly. "I knocked that ball into Twilight's house. Man was she mad!" He flipped his short black mane.

This only made my head hang lower. Why was it always me? Seeing that the others were still talking, I made my way home. Well, tried to. I took two steps and and tripped over my own four hooves.

"Gigglesmirk," Sweetone said, rushing to my side, "that's the fourth time today. Are you okay?" She helped me to my hooves.

"Yes," I answered, "just a lack of focus. I'm going to head to the Sweet Shop. I need to talk to Pinkie Pie."

"I'll come with."

"Sure, I could use some company."

The two of us left the Pegasuses and headed the direction of the Sweet Shop. We chatted, but I was only in the conversation half-heartedly. When we arrived, Sweetone treated me to a German Chocolate cupcake, my favorite. Her kindness was on full blast. I ate my cupcake in silence, only answering the occasional question from my friend.

"Giggles!" I heard the familiar voice behind. I couldn't help but smile.

I turned around. "Hi, Pinkie Pie."

"Why the long face?" She asked, getting close to my face.

"Oh, the whole cutie mark thing. Boomerball got his this morning."

"Was it him who hit the ball in Twilight's house?"

I giggled. "Yes."

The three of us chatted, and I already could feel my spirits lift. I cracked a few jokes, causing the others to laugh. It felt like a normal day, like one before any of us had our cutie marks.

I'M ALSO A LINE BREAK!

When I awoke next morning, I got ready for school and headed out the door. I waited for my friends at the Tree house like every morning. Sweetone came almost as soon as I sat down. Boomer was late as usual. As we sat, Twilight trotted out of her house. She saw us and trotted over.

"So were you the ones who broke my window?"

Busted. "No," I answered, "It was Boomerball at the school playground."

Twilight looked surprised. "But that's so far!"

"We know!" Sweetone said, "it was hard enough to give him his cutie mark!"

"Boomer has his cutie mark?"

"Yes." This time I spoke up. Although I didn't sound happy. The dark cloud was back. Well, this time not literally.

"It's okay, Gigglesmirk," Twilight said, "you'll find you're talent soon. Hey! How about you drop by my house on Saturday and we can practice your magic. Maybe you have the same talent as me!"

This brightened me up. Maybe she was right! I jumped circles around the purple unicorn. "Oh yes oh yes oh yes!" I probably would've gotten more "Oh yeses" in, but I tripped. Again.

Twilight Sparkle smiled and helped me up. "You sound happy. How does noon sound? We could have lunch then start."

"Of course!" I said, wagging my tail (yes, I can do this. Fluttershy says my tail is more wolf-like than pony-ish).

Twilight started to trot away. "Have a great day at school," she called over her shoulder, "study hard!" She disappeared into the quills 'n sofas shop.

We had to sit another minute before Boomerball showed up. He was as happy and ADHD as ever. "Hey, Giggles! Feeling happier?"

I smiled. Typical Boomer. Straight to the point. "Yes," I answered, "Twilight says she can help me with my magic on Saturday!" We started our way to the schoolyard. "Maybe that's my special talent!"

Boomer laughed. "I'm sure it is! I mean, at the talent show, you were pretty good at catching those balls with it."

My face burned. He laughed. Why am I so embarrassed of my lack of coordination?

When we reached the schoolyard, we were greeted by the Cutiemark Crusaders. "Hi guys!" I called cheerfully.

"Hi Giggles!" Applebloom called back. She was about to rush over, but Scootaloo stopped her.

"Don't talk with the rivals," she said.

"But they are still friends, right?" Sweetie Bell asked.

I walked up to the fillies. "I sure hope so."

Scootaloo glared at me. "Hmph," was all she said.

After a few minutes of chatting and cracking jokes, Miss Cheerilee called us in for class.

"I have your quizzes," she said, as soon as I took my seat in between Scootaloo and Sweetone. "And may I say I am very disappointed in a few of you." Is it just me or did she look straight at me? Please tell me she was looking at Boomer behind me! When the quiz was placed on my desk, I was proven right. She was looking at me. Oh look, two out of ten questions right. How did I know? Maybe I do need to work on focus.

Sweetone smiled at her paper. She leaned towards me and said, "I got a ninety. What about you?"

"No discussing grades, Sweetone." Miss Cheerilee said. Sweetone sunk in her seat, ears red. It was always a flaw of hers to speak out of term. An embarrassed blush crept up my face, and I chewed on the black tips of my mane to keep from blushing entirely.

Miss Cheerilee spoke up after handing out the tests. "I've got some exciting news, class!" I perked up. Was there going to be a makeup quiz? "The school is going to put on a play!" I sunk back down. No makeup quiz. "This may be a great time for some of us to find our talent!" Up again. My talent? Could it be acting? "The production is going to be 'Little Orphan Pony Annie'.' A classic!"

This was INDEED exciting news. I read this play in one of Twilight's books. I knew some of it by heart! Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. I only new two lines. And even those were ad-lib.

Miss Cheerilee interrupted my thoughts. "This not only is a play, but it's also a musical."

Sweetone rose her hoof. That was different. Normally she just spoke up. "Yes Sweetone?"

"What's the difference between a play and a musical?"

My time to shine. I rose my hoof. I knew this! "Care to explain, Gigglesmirk?" Miss Cheerilee said with a smile.

"A play just has acting when a musical has singing and dancing as well," I said with a smile. It felt good to be the smart one for once.

"Very good, Gigglesmirk!" Miss Cheerilee said. She seemed proud of me.

Sweeite Bell was the one to raise her hoof now. "Can I make the costumes?"

Miss Cheerilee bit her bottom lip. "Um, no," she said. We all new Sweetie Bell was bad at costume design. "We already have your sister on that. How about you be in the musical instead?''

"Sure!"

Miss Cheerilee looked relieved. She sure wormed her way out of that one. "All right class. Auditions will be Monday after school. Be prepared to sing and read a few lines!"

And went through Miss Cheerilee's lecture in a daze. 'Little Orphan Pony Annie?' My favorite! I can't wait to try out! I got called on a few times to focus. Oops.

I trotted home excitedly. I just had to go to school tomorrow and then it would be Saturday! I would practice my magic with Twilight, and talk about the musical! And then on Monday I would be able to try out! It was so exciting!

A/N

Yyyyyyup. I am over working myself. But I had this idea and I couldn't shake it. So I had to write it! Oh, and here's a hint. Sweetone is not pronounced 'Sweet one.' It's more like 'Swee tone.' 'Cause she sings.

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Should I put up descriptions of my OC's in the next chapter?

Is a pony having a wolf-like tail weird?

What color should my little ponies eyes be?

Are my OC's stupid?

Has this story been done before?

Why is my little brother so annoying?

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