A/N: This was more of an experimentation on style, then anything else. I thought it was really fun to write, actually. Hopefully, you all do too. c:

As always, let me know!


The funny thing about black and white, is that you mix it together and get grey. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never going to get anything but grey. It will always be the same

boring

old

faded

thing.

When you grow up in a grey house, under grey skies, in a grey town, that's all you know. It's normal.

You're normal.

Then, you find a spark of white and things are different

new

exciting

and

interesting.

You think, maybe I can be that way too! Maybe I can be less grey!

So you try and be more white, more black, more rainbow, but you can never quite get there. You're always something less. Just a little off.

A shade too light.

A shade too dark.

Just not right.

People notice. Talk. Don't understand that you grew up in a grey world, surrounded by grey people, doing grey things. They don't understand that they should love their light and bright and white, white, white world!

They don't understand why you do.

Then again, they don't really understand that you're still grey.

Pinky Pie.

Pinkamena Diane Pie.

The daughter of rock farmers. A grey pony trying just a little too hard, always too hard, to be a little

bit

more

white.