I Just Don't Know What Went Wrong

Home is Where the Anger is

Cloudy slammed the door shut to her home. "Cloudy darling! You're home early!" Mrs.Whooves greeted her filly. Cloudy bursted into tears. "Leave me alone!" Cloudy ran to her room and locked the door. She threw herself onto her bed and cried. There was a knock on her door. "Cloudy?" It was Mrs.Whooves and she sounded worried. "Darling are you alright?" 

"No! I hate school! I hate the other fillies! I hate Winter Storm and her prissy, stuck up friends! I hate my eyes! I hate my eyepatch! And most of all I HATE RAINBOW DASH!" The little filly sobbed. Mrs. Whooves was schocked. Rainbow Dash was her idol! Something horrible must have hapoened at school in order for her to dislike Rainbow Dash. "Cloudy, if you come out you can help me make your favorite chocolate chip cookies! I'll even put in extra chocolate." Cloudy liked the sound of a freshly baked cookie but, she was too tired from crying to get up. "In a minute Mom. I'm really tired." Cloudy closed her eyes and almost instantly was wraped around a dream. 

Cloudy's dream was much more like a nightmare. Cloudy was in a dark room. It was small so she thought it was a closet. Suddenly a candle lit up and she could see there was nothing inside the closet. A clock starting ticking, keeping at the same pace each time. Tick Tok, Tock Tok. Cloudy didn't like the odd silence, so she opened her mouth to try to sing. For some reason her mouth felt heavy and she couldn't open it. Eyes then flashed around the room. "Derp eye! Derp eye!" voices chanted. "So stay away from Cloudy! Stupidity is very contagious!" 

"Derpy suits you better than 'Cloudy'. I mean you are a klutz and you aren't the sharpest kine in the block. Or anywhere for that matter." 

Cloudy tried to hold back the tears. Out of no where Rainbow Dash showed up. "Face it Derpy. You're stupid. No pony likes you and I'm sure your dad died because he didn't want to spend another day knowing that he raised a failure." 

Cloudy woke up from the nightmare. Her pillow was soaked, so she must have been sobbing during the dream. Cloudy decided to walk downstairs and help her mom with whatever she was doing. "Mom?" Mrs. Whooves smiled. "Hello sweetie. How was your nap?" 

"Mom? Why did Dad die?"

Mrs. Whooves looked away from her filly. "Cloudy, your father died in a factory accident. One of the machines malfunctioned and he got......" Mrs. Whooves tried to think of a way to lightly tell her daughter that her father was brutally slaughtered. "He got stuck in one of the machines." 

Cloudy sighed. It was sad but she was happy she wasn't the reason her father died. "Mom, you'll always love me even if I become stupid, right?" Mrs. Whooves smiled. "Yes dear. No matter what you will always be my precious filly."