My dad called me and said he was proud of me for running away. He was proud of me for expressing myself. But he wasn't proud of the fact that I ran away…. A bit confusing. Then P.P.S came to the house to interview me. They asked me a bunch of how is your home life questions. At first I didn't say anything. I kept looking at mom for what I was supposed to say. After a few moments the P.P.S officer told my parents to wait in another room with an officer. I told them everything! How mom and Zeb fought, how Zeb hit us, how they didn't buy groceries, how I was underweight, how me and Holly Pop were always cleaning and taking care of our sisters, I poured my heart out to the officer. Maybe this time we would get help. And they would take us away. And nothing happened again!
I don't know why nothing happened. So I hate P.P.S I don't think they do anything to help anypony. I didn't actually feel bad for running away till I saw my Grandma Grey Mare. She held me and cried. She told me to never do that to her again. My heart hit my stomach like a rock. I felt lower then dirt making my grandma cry. When she asked me why I ran away. I didn't want to tell her all the bad things that happen at my mom's. So I told her I just didn't feel like my mom or my dad wanted me. Things were ok after that.

My mom tried to tell me that I wasn't allowed to talk to Dashie after that. I bluntly told my mom that, that wasn't going to happen. Apparently my mom called Dashie to see if I was somehow there. Dashie's mom told my mom that maybe if she wasn't such a shitty mother that maybe her ponies wouldn't run away. My mom could hear Dashie in the background laughing.

We moved again. I don't even remember where. Now with us moving no one in the family was allowed to tell anypony that I had ran away. So we all agreed that it was a secret like it never happened.

We lived in a hotel for a while, a couple of months at the max. Me, Holly Pop, Red Ryder slept on the pull out couch, while every pony else slept in the bedroom in the beds. Eventually mom and Zeb bought a house. It was a decent house. Huge backyard and it was a split level house. So it kinda had 3 stories but not really.

We met our neighbors in this new house. A family of zebras. They were nice but kinda weird. The first day we moved in the mom was vacuuming her lawn. Yes. Vacuuming her LAWN!
The house was filthy when we moved in. My mom had me scrub the bathtub with two cleaners that are EXTREMLY dangerous to mix. She had me keep the door closed so the fumes wouldn't bother Zeb. I had the window open but the more I scrubbed the tub the more I felt dizzy and kind of sick. After a few hours of scrubbing the tub it was white as can be. I went and laid down on the floor of what was going to be my bedroom. I was on the bottom floor, while everyone else was on the very top floor. It was nice. I didn't hear any arguing or anything. My room was peaceful there were clouds painted on the walls and ceiling.
Well school shortly started, our things arrived, we were completely unpacked, mom and Zeb had done all the renovations they wanted, and things were pretty good. Until I got home from school one day.
I walked into the house, walked into the kitchen, my mom was having coffee with our neighbor. The neighbor ran to me and slapped me across the face.
"How dare you run away from home like that! Do you know what that did to your mother?" She screamed at me. I felt the blood boil in my veins. I hadn't told a soul at my new school that I had run away, I didn't discuss it with my family or friends or anypony. I was pissed. I was so angry all I could see was red.
"Fuck you! You weren't even supposed to know that I ran away. We agreed that no one was supposed to know! And you tell her?" I threw my bag down and stormed to my room. Fuck that dumb bitch. Slapping me across my face and my mom just standing there? I was so angry I was shaking. My mom came down to my room.
"Why did you tell her? It was none of her business."
"Well what was I supposed to do Fluttershy? I was telling her about us moving and I couldn't come up with a reason for why our moving was delayed."
"You couldn't just say it was a family emergency, and leave it at that?" I was so angry and somewhat hurt by my mom. It was supposed to be a secret.
The next day I went to school and told everypony I had run away! I said it like a greeting.
"Hey before we moved here I ran away." Or "Hey you know I ran away." I didn't care what anypony thought or who knew. Eventually Zeb's work and bosses found out that I had run away and questioned him. Zeb came home pissed off. He sat me and mom down and calmly asked who told.
"I told everypony because mom told our neighbor." I didn't care if Zeb beat the life out of me, this was the truth. Amazingly Zeb wasn't angry with me, he was pissed off at my mom.
"Why the fuck did you tell our neighbor that she ran away? Did we not agree that we were not to tell anypony?"
"Well yea but I couldn't think of a reason that our move was delayed."
"Who the fuck cares Rosie! It was none of her fucking business!" I walked out and went to my room. It was a bitch move of me to tell everypony at my school but I was so angry with my mom for telling our neighbor. And her just standing there when the neighbor slapped me in the face.

We had moved to Manehattan, sorry I just remembered. I'm a bit ditzy like that.

Things went back to normal mom and Zeb fought except they only fought in their room. Which was a nice change. I was a junior in school. I was determined to graduate on time. Once again I was not good in school. I met a handsome stallion named Crescent Moon. We didn't date, he was a stallion-lover. Although when he did put makeup on you would easily mistake him for a mare. He looked good as a stallion and a mare but that's beside the point. We were best friends. He would style my mane and tail, do my makeup and dress me in sexy clothes. I was his dolly. And I enjoyed it, it was fun. He designed his own clothes. He got his cutie mark from looking at the moon one night and was inspired! He incorporates a crescent moon in every one of his designs. They are actually quite good. Crescent Moon did a lot of plays in the Drama club, both designing outfits and being an actor. I can easily picture him being a star! Hopefully when he does, he doesn't forget about us little ponies. I didn't make a lot of friends in Manehattan. Ponies there aren't very nice or friendly. It's everypony for him(her) self. I didn't have a foalfriend in Manehattan. Most of them were foal-lovers. And I never had a filly-friend other than Dashie.

I didn't have any friends in Manehattan either. I started getting really shy. I didn't talk to ponies, I was afraid of ponies seeing my bruises. I didn't talk to most ponies. The only friends I had were all foal-lovers which was kind of nice. Then I met Twilight Sparkle. We went to the mall a lot together and went shopping. Twilight was different from now too. She was a bit of a rebel. Her mane and tail were died black but she still had the purple and pink streaks. She looked pretty cute. So I kind of lied at what I said earlier we didn't shop…we shoplifted. We stole tons of things, it was easier since she was a unicorn. My mom never caught on to me stealing I told her Twilight bought the stuff for me. And she went along with it. Twilight and I became really close. I wanted her to be my filly-friend but she doesn't roll that way. She helped me in school and I started getting A's and B's with only a C here or there. I was doing better than I ever had in school. I had few friends but we were all close, was doing good in school but something was missing. I needed a companion. I begged my mom for a pet. A dog, a rat, a cat, a ferret, a hamster anything! I just wanted a pet. My mom said no to every single one but she said I could have a fish. I know I'm the animal queen but I don't think fish are pets. They are a living decoration. I was sad I loved having a pet to take care of and bond with. Pets always make you feel better. They hold all your secrets and don't judge.

After a few months I gave up on asking my mom for a pet. Then Paris Hooftoon came out with a Chihuahua in her purse. All the sudden everypony had a Chihuahua in their purse. Like having a living creature is a fashion statement. It made me sick. My mom of course forced Zeb to buy her a Chihuahua strictly for fashion. Zeb came home with a teeny tiny Chihuahua puppy. And a high end name brand purse that cost a flank and a hoof! I was pretty irked with my mom. I went into her room when Zeb brought the puppy home. I had to admit she was adorable. She was tiny, jet black and so so sweet. My mom named her Lady after one of her favorite movies. The one where the two dogs noses touch when their eating spaghetti. It was one of my favorites too. It was ironic. Lady wanted nothing to do with my mom and adored me.

I didn't want Lady at first I was being a moody teenager and was mad at my mom for getting a puppy strictly for fashion. When I wanted a pet for love and companionship.

Lady was my true best friend. She was always in my room. I loved her so much. When I was sad she would run and lick my face to cheer me up. When I was happy she would give me her belly. Like "I love you, rub my tummy!"

I would ride my skateboard, slowly, and take Lady on walks. The only time my mom wanted Lady was to shove her in her purse and go to important events. Stupid.

Life was great now. I had the best friend I could have that loved me for me.