No one knew who she was, she kept to herself. Any and every other person in Horsehair High stared at her like pheonixes. I, Derpy, did not care about appearances. I just was determined not to make a fool of myself. Every day, I combed my hair and tried to center my eyes. I ended up ultimately ruining my entire appearance. I could not look straight no matter what; I had had a terrible experience as a filly and my eyes are permanently "derped". I'm a sophomare.
Also, I have a terrible clumsiness and tend to say the first thing that pops up in my head, giving me a tendency to list towards the ditzy or mental side of things. But my mind works perfectly contrary to popular belief.
Well, this new landpony mare had straight pink hair and a pinkish-grey body, her cutie mark was of balloons, but she seemed the opposite. She joined in the middle of the term. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie.
She used to be friends with the group that accepts me, but rumor has it she killed one of their own. I don't believe it, it's ridiculous.
I stay with the group of mares that is known as the Elementals. I don't know why, but they are. There's Shy, Rarity, Dash, and Jackie. They accepted me, but they always had the spirit of somepony who had loved and lost those they loved. I always asked why I wasn't allowed to mention Pinkamena, but they would just change the subject.
Well, today was especially grim-like. I was sitting in Algebra I, eating some M&M's, when Jackie passed a note to Shy. Shy read it and started shaking. The light yellow mare's eyes started watering, and she passed the note to Dashie, who growled and slipped it under her desk to Rarity. Rarity reacted to it by apparently flipping her hair. She breathed deeply, letting it out in a sigh. I was curious, and then I noticed Pinkamena staring at the empty desk where the absent pony Vinyl was supposed to sit.
I shook my mental head, trying desperately to focus on my own work. Square root of pi to the third divided by 50 equals... Potatoes for all I cared, I was focused more on the suspicious activity in the class around me.
Why hadn't I been passed that note also?
I was confused, watching Rarity expertly slip the note back to Jackie. I looked back at my algebra.
Later, I was walking down the hall. Pinkamena was staring at a pony called Cheese Sandwich. He trotted down the hall with a giant grin, but that grin disappeared as he passed Pinkamena. From thereon, he walked in a stoop, sulking and nervous. I trotted up to him, and stopped him before he could go further. He was muttering something about some "Pinkie Sense" which I had no idea about. I asked him, "What's wrong?" He just clopped around me and I silently followed him, curious. His head was drooped; there were tremors running through his whole body.
That night, I went to bed unsure of my life. Ponyville was turning creepier by the second.
