Pinkamena:HardLife

Well hello It's Pinkie Pie. You might know from a show called My Little Pony, which is not a bad show. Anyway

I was a pony of laughter and fun. Today you still see Pinkie pie. But not really, that's your Pinkie or the fake one. That Pinkie you see in your world is not the real one. I am. Anyway let me tell you what really happened

Chapter 1

So It was February 19, 1991. My mom was giving birth at home because we was too poor to get to the hospital. But good thing my dad was a doctor. So they continued the procedure and there I was born. A year after my sister Maud Pie was born. Now not being a family of 3 but now a family of 4, it was a new life for Maud. You know being a big sister and all. We lived in a poor household. Barley had food or water. Need to ask friends for change to get food. It sucked. So when I was. about 4, I started school, not preschool but, kindergarten. Because I was surprising ahead then most babies at the time. Kindergarten was ok, a lot of kids bullied me for being poor. Names left and right like Pinkie poor. Trash Pie. Stupid. Horrible. Homeless

and many more. It hurted. It hurted alot but I dealt with it. I also fought back too. Not physical, well not all the time. I did get into a couple fights. And I was surprising good at fighting as well. So good they wanted to do Karate when I turn 6. So I did and learn a lot of knowledge about Karate. Like the styles and culture. When I got in 1st Grade It was different and the teachers help me alot with my stress. My home life was better we wasn't as poor as we used to be. Because our Dad got a better Job. 1st Grade was really nothing though. It was good, I guess. But the best school experience was 3rd grade. Let me tell you about that great time.

So It was March 13 and My mom drop me at this new school. P.S 13, which was a great school. Mom said to me “Are you sure you can handle it”, well no I was very shy and scared but I told my mom “Yep can't wait”. I shouldn't have said that. “Wow look at my little brave princess. I knew you could do it”, mom said. I laugh with nervousness and walk into the school. Yes we walk to the school because we didn't have a car. Anyway as I walked in, my heart shocked of fear. Every step was misery. As I was walking a staff came up to me said “You lost?”, I took a pause and look up at the woman because I was so short and said “Yes”. She look down at me and thought, about how I was new here and why noone was there to help me I assumed. And I assume right because she then says to me “You're new here right. I'll take to class”. I like her, she seem like a nice person. As we was walking the colourful hallway filled with rainbows which absolutely love, she continues to talk and ask me questions. “So you seem scared. Don't be you won't be bullied we make sure of that. Your safe. Also my name is Gilza or Gil for short. Anyway what's your name”

She ask and said. I respond “Pinkamena, you can call me Pinkie.” She respond “That's a really unique name. I never heard like that before. Also Pinkie like a pinky on the finger

is a funny nickname”. I like when Gilza said it was funny because I always wanted to comedian or a entertainer. So we get class it was like 2 minutes there. Gilza tells the teacher “Sorry she was lost. But I help her to the classroom.” The responds saying “Oh okay thank you.” Gilza then says

“Your welcome and see ya later Pinkie. Bye bye”. I said “Bye Bye” back as she leaves. So now being able to go in the classroom, I regret sleeping in because as soon as I step one step in the room, everyone is staring at me and it makes even more nervous. But I deal with it and sit down. While the teacher induceded herself to class writing on the chalkboard her name which was Mr's Honda, I was busy freaking out and quiet. She turns and looks at us and says “Alright everyone I'm Mr's Honda. Since everyone is new I want to know more about you. Learn your names also.” My heart drop when she said that. Because that mean I will have to talk and that's something I didn't want to do. Mostly everyone was quiet so she said “Come on I know your shy don't be no one gonna judge you okay.” I still didn't raise my hand. But one dude, was not shy at all and said “David” and I was happy that someone said something so I don't. But the teacher was at static and said “Why hello David, what a brave soul you are”. Then I look at David to see what looks like. And was this horse who have slick hair which was long and a face that was smooth. Now I didn't like him but I said that for detail ok.