~Octavia's P.O.V.~

       I remember my child hood. It was an amazing childhood. Although, to me.......after a while.........is got, boring.

    But, I remember a day, that was out of the ordinary.

      I sat in my room. Playing, with my dolls. My mom suddenly came in, with a medium sized object, floating with her purple magic. It looked like a cello, like the ones the fsmous ponies play. But, the perfect size for a 7 year old. Like I was. "Mummy. Whats that your levitating?" I said tilting my head, slightly. "Its my old cello. I used to play this almost all the time when I was your age. I was convinced that I'd be famous,"

       She walked toward me. With a smile. She hugged my shoulder bringing me close to her. "They you came along." She kissed my forehead. I giggled. I live when my mom was so sweet, and at home with me. Most of the time, she was in a huge office in ManeHattan. I went to work with her once. She showed me that they, help the goverment, hide all the bad things that happened. Thats all I really heard. I only cared about impressing her and dad.

       Like, her and dad, taught me too speak british. When really I only talk in a regular, american voice. Vinyl understands. We've been best friends since we both were 4. I could tell her anything. She never cared about any of that. Believe it or not, me and her are still best friends. No matter what.

     She knew what was happening, and when ever I needed to cry, which was often, I would always call her and tell her what was wrong. She would always calm me down. She may loom care-free on the outside, but that mare cared about me more than anything. I and care about her the same way.

         But, enough of that. I had smiled. "What do you want me too do with it?" I said. She smiled wide. But not a normal smile, and half evil and sane smile. "Oh you, my dear, are going to accomplish the things I couldn't!" She said, holding me by the shoulders. "What do y-you mean?" I said,with a bit a fear in my eyes. My mom got like this when she had and idea. But this look, this showed she would make me do what she wanted.(but don't all parents do that? We all have been there.) "You will go far! You will have ponies adore you, in every. Single. Country!" She looked me in my eye, are muzzled almost one. Hers and mine were scrunched up.

        I pulled away from her. "B-But, I don't know how to play the cello! And its probably really difficult!" I said, with my fake british accent. "That's why, I'm going to teach you!" She said beaming. I gulped, but she didn't hear me. "O-okay......but can we start tomorrow?" I said softly, while looking down.

     I caught a glanceat her. She had a look of disgust in her eye. I knew that meant I'd get another punishment. I immediately spoke up. "Mummy! I'm joking! I want to start, as soon as possible!" I said with a fake laugh. She smiled again. And chuckled. "Of course you do! You are my child!" She laughed even louder. She said we would start tomorrow, because she suddenly got a business call. I nodded.

    Once she left the house, I went downstairs, and picked up our home phone, dialing Vinyl.

"Yo, whats happening Tavi?" She asked. I took the phone upstairs and cried softly. But I knew she could here me. "Woah, Tavi what happened this time?" She said into the phone worried. "Sh-She's making me learn to play the cello!" I said still crying. "Alright thats it, I'm coming over." She hung up. I said okay, and also hung up. Me and Vinyl can't visit each other, because her parents hate mine, and my parents hate hers. So we both just climb up to the window and knock.

      Speaking of which, I heard a soft knock at the window. I looked at the window, seeing Vinyl, a worried look on her face. I went over, opening the  window.

     As soon and I opened it, she gave me a tackle hug. I cried. She rubbed circles into my back.

"Tavi it'll be okay.

I Promise."