Pinkie Pie
School
Sometimes Pinkie Pie feels lonely.
Before the parties, before Twilight came and clasped the final link of friendship, the emptiness overpowered her. The rock farm—And who farms rocks, anyway? You know, I don't even think I ever knew what they were for!—lingers in her mind as days of nothing and nothing and nothing all smooshed together like a ruined watercolor, muddy and indecipherable.
School was worse, surrounded by twenty shades of gray and brown and
stuck here forever in the wasteland make your life in it and learn to be as unchangeable as the rocks below
a teacher who didn't understand her appetite for spontaneity.
yes ma'am, i will learn to be as unchangeable as the rocks
There were no friends, not really. Unless friends are ponies you talk about rocks to and never see out from behind a desk.
She has friends now, the bestest friends in the whole world. They are all around her, caught in her bright eyes, tangled in her voracious mane, entwined about her heart.
Still, the rock-memories are persistent, and she can feel them peering at her in wonder and wariness from their place at the back of her head. She feels them now.
But then Applejack is bursting through her front door, laughing so hard she can barely stand, and Applebloom follows shortly in the same suit. Pinkie Pie rushes forward to greet them with a smile, and the memories tear themselves asunder.
but, teacher, if you please, now i will learn to live