Out of a state of pure curiousity, Candy Swirl snuck into Discord and Fluttershy’s realm. She went up the spiraled stairs for starters. A particular emo draconequus pony had struck her curiousity. She went to the same high school as Candy and had always struck the 16 year old’s curiousity. You know how they say curiousity killed the cat? Well… Curiousity can also kill the pony if she isn’t careful.

Knowing how stubborn, quiet, and easily angered Spirit Rose was, Candy was just curious in general as to why this mare was never, ever happy!

“Huh, what’s this?” Candy asked while scrolling through Rose’s bookshelf. “She must be a nerd… O-or emo? BOTH?!?!”

Candy blew the dust off of the book and started to read it. Titled “My Poems” by “Spirit Rosenhower Discordshy“

Life

What is life?

Is it a swirling pain of blood-drenching, cold sweating misery?

How can ponies not feel the pain when they are afray in the day at play?

Why do I care what these ponies think? Why don’t I drain those bullies of their blood already and drink?

Why don’t I rebel?

I can’t ever stand the smell of being drowned in toilets, getting my wings shredded, my antlers banged up…

How’d THEY feel if they got abused for looking funny?

How does my sister stand it, how can I make it so Candy Swirl won’t be so puny?-

Just as soon as tears had welled up in Candy’s eyes, spit had come out. Laughter had overcome her once again. Unfortunately, Candy ALWAYS had to laugh too loud. She continued on reading the rest of the poems.

“Wow… These are g-good..” She blushed.

As soon as Spirit Rose heard a laugh within her room, she just knew she had to go up there and teach that happy-go-lucky little twit of a sister to get out of her room.

“TURBIDDDDDD!” Spirit yelled, fire burning the inside of her eye sockets. Unfortunately, she came up to her room to see someone even worse and even more annoying and happy-go-lucky than her 5 year old sister.

Spirit slammed open the door. “HEY!” Candy awkwardly blushed and hid the book behind her back.

“What? You? GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “And what’s that behind your back?”

“I’ve got nothing behind my back, see?” Candy Swirl put the book and her hooves out in front of her and showed Spirit her back.

“Okay, then tell me… What’s in your hooves? Why are they in such an awkward position that they suggest you may be holding one of MY items?” Spirit asked.

“Hehehehehe…” Candy quickly stuck the book up her ear and waved her hooves at Spirit. “Nothing here, see!”

“Then why’d I see you stick MY BOOK up your ear?!?!”

“Whahuh?”

“Gotcha, prankster! You aren’t tricking me!” Spirit waved her hoof in the air and her magical, yellow sparkles appeared. She then snatched out…

“EW! Why do you store so much candy in your ears? You are SO disgusting! Do you know that?!” Spirit exclaimed.

“Aww.” Candy’s ears sadly flopped down.” Well… Although I was storing those for a snack later, I believe you can have them if you’d like. I mean, aunt Rarity always does say that generousity is key.”

“‘Aunt Rarity’ huh? Interesting we haven’t met until high school… That still doesn’t erase the fact that-”

“I didn’t put it in my ear, actually… I put it in my mane. See?” Candy Swirl pulled the book out.

Spirit snarled. “I don’t care for any of your dumb magic tricks… I don’t care for you snooping in my room either, I don’t care about you whatsoever, and most of all… I DON’T CARE FOR YOUR DUMB CANDY!!!!!!!!!” Spirit lifted the candy up with her magic and burnt it to ash right before Candy Swirl’s eyes.

The ash flew down like leaves… Memories were lost… Candy Swirl’s blue eyes were stinging for the first time in a long, LONG time… She started to cry, the salty, bitter tears hitting her face like the pitter patter of rain, “Why are you so mean?” Candy asked, her curled mane deflating…

With a stern look on her face, Spirit said, “YOU DON’T READ MY PERSONAL STUFF… ESPECIALLY MY POEMS… ESPECIALLY MY EMBARRASSMENT!”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry… I’m SORRYYYYYYY!” Candy cried.

“It’s too late for that!” The fire in Spirit’s eyes ignited once more.

“Your poems are beautiful…” Candy whispered.

“What?!?!”

“YOUR POEMS ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU’RE VERY TALENTED.” Candy replied in a louder voice.

“Are you just trying to spare your life or what? If you would’ve actually read it you would know why I’m so mean to ponies and why I’m so unhappy in this terrible, terrible world!” Spirit Rose exclaimed.

“I did… You’re bullied, you’re put in toilets, you’re physically abused for looking different than every pony else when I know deep down that you have good inside you!”

“WHAT? I do not…” Spirit refused.

“But you do, Spirit Rose… Or should I say, just Rose? Ponies have hurt you and I should’ve been more aware of that… AND I’M SORRY! I should have helped you. I know you’re an outgoing, smart, funny, beautiful, amazing girl… I mean, that’s how you were before you went to school. That’s what I was told by Discord a-at least…” Candy Swirl explained.

For awhile, Rose didn’t speak… She still was taking Candy’s all in. “DAD?!?!”

“Yeah… I’m sorry. I should probably leave you alone now. You deserve it after I wrongfully snooped through your things.” Candy sighed.

“WAIT!” Spirit Rose, exclaimed as Candy got near the door. “I… Uhh… Thanks f-for understanding.

Candy nodded.

“AND LEAVING.”

Candy leapt down the stairs and far away from Rose’s bedroom.

Rose looked in the mirror. She was… CRYING? Did she actually enjoy Candy’s company? She never really got any “company” except her sister.

Rose continued to weep on her bed and sighed. She scornfully said to herself… “I hate myself! I hate her! I hate LIFE. She had no right to bust into my room! Hmph!”

Crossing her arms, Rose’s magic, still uncontrolled, picked up a red rose she’d gotten from her father on Valentine’s Day from last year. She sniffed it. “I… I AM a rose. All sweet roses have their thorns…” Her magic then grabbed a lilac.

“But lilacs… So annoying when they randomly sprout out of nowhere. I didn’t even plant any of these seeds! Yet they’re strangely…” Rose sniffed the purple and pink bundles of joy and goodness and paused for a long, LONG moment…

“GOOD. They’re good…”