The Kids Aren't Alright

✰ Chapter Three ✰

AJTheCowgirl: Ah Sorry, Dash

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RDplays: bro seriously i legit made this chat room to solve a REAL mystery but no one is interested? bruh

ThatShyFluttershy is typing...

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ThatShyFluttershy: Oh..

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•Chatroom Closed•

That chatroom was literally trash, and why does rainbow dash think she is the leader of everything?

"Pinkie, will you help out in the kitchen?" My mother called from downstairs.

"Coming, mother!" I yelled back.

Everyone always makes fun of me for calling my parents such posh names like Mother and Father. Rarity does the same thing but there's a difference between us, she's rich and I'm not. My family is so traditional and they usually want to stick to the book. They are also perfectionists, and always like to shove their ideal views down my throat.

"Pinkenema", my father knocked at my door, "your mother called you five minutes ago and you still haven't come down?"

"I said I was coming, I just have to finish something" I looked back down at my phone.

"Pinkenema" my father held my face to his, "when your parents tell you to do something, you do it. No back talk, just obey us." Father looked around my room. He slid his finger against my nightstand, and observed it. "Dust? Your room is a mess. Why can't you be like your sisters?" He said walking out closing the door behind him.

At that point, I wanted to cry. Why does my family have to be so strict? Can't they learn that everything isn't going to end up perfect and there's nothing you can do about that?

I turned off my phone, and head downstairs. The smell of hot metal and gas flooded the room, making it hard to breathe.

"Mother? You said you needed help?" I shooed the gas away from my face.

"Yes, Dear" my mother sharpened the jewelry with the tools. "I was hoping you could help me to put the new sets into the cleaning liquid"

"The forbidden Gatorade?!" I said

"Sure I guess, whatever you want to call it"

"Mother, can I ask a question?"

"Aha, dear you already have" she chuckled.

"Oh, well" I took a deep breath in before saying anything. "Why do you keep up with father? You two are so different how did y'all even get married? Give birth to us?"

"Your father is a busy man. He likes to keep things orderly, one hair out of place isn't acceptable.

"Father is a monster. He thinks tough love helps build a child, but it doesn't. It doesn't always work for every child. It hurts!" I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. "Traditions are meant to be altered someway, somehow to fit the new changes that come to our life"