I hate them.

NO! Not good enough!

I ripped the parchment down the middle and let out a groan of frusteration. Somepony should really invent erasable ink. I slammed my head onto the desk in a silent scream, and sighed.

You're not getting anywhere, Twilight, I scolded myself. I sat up from the table slowly. Stay calm, in case Spike is watching from the closet.

Blowing my indigo bangs out of my eyes, I levitated another fresh piece of paper from its stack, and took a deep breath.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I despise them.

I allowed myself a satisfied smile. There. Much better.

I dipped the silver quill into the dark black ink, and began to scratch out my letter, just like every time before. Except this time, I wasn't writing to my mentor about how 'wonderful' my friends were, I was taking the much needed action.

I need to inform you I simply cannot be a part of this friendship program anymore because I BUCKING HATE THEM!! Please do not force me to do this anymore, or I just might kill myself, and the rest of my 'friends' along with me. I will be returning to Canterlot on the morrow.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

I knew that was way too vague and pretty much the strangest thing I've ever written, but Celestia deserved just as much. She had started this whole thing, and it was coming right back at her fat face.

I rolled the letter up and tied it together with a red lace from the drawer, holding it in my telekinesis steadily. Making sure to keep quiet, I inched over towards my coat closet, brandishing the scroll like a gun.

BAM!!

I kicked down the door with one hoof like one of those guys on tv, screaming at the top of my lungs.

My shrieks were joined with higher, frantic screams. I whipped my mane from my face and took a stance. Like a boss.

Spike crawled out from behind the coats, his face contorted in fear, and claws held up to his face. "Twilight...wha?"

Ooh, he knew!! That little bugger was spying on my again! I ignored his inquiries and threw the letter to the floor besides him. "Send it."

Spike wouldn't stop staring at me, so I picked up the broken door and shoved it in, and turned sharply on my hooves. Like a boss. You don't get more awesome than that.

As soon as I heard the sound of dragonfire, I trotted to my front door, and grinned. It was time to show the world when Twilight Sparkle meant business.

Rarity

I strolled down the street, pretending to relish the perfect sunny day, and the cool wind. But really, I was just venting inside about everything I would say to that marshmallow of a pony.

Oh, I probably hated her the most, yes! At least everyone else was horrible in their own way, honest-to-goodness. Yet Rarity remained the mare who was absolutely fake, and it made me sick. She put on all the makeup, the clothes, the accent, and acted like she was better than everyone else. It made me burn with hatred just looking at her.

Didn't she know I was the one who was better than everypony else?!

As Caurosel Boutique came into view, I seethed. I galloped up to the door full speed and banged on that door like someone was going to kill me from behind. She was gonna get a piece of my mind!

Rarity answered the door quickly, most likely from my frantic knocking, and smiled. Honest to Celestia, she smiled at me. How dare she act like we were friends?!

The white mare flipped her styled purple mane and flashed me a worried look. "Twilight, are you okay, darling?" That did it-I snapped.

Darling?! Darling! If one word could drive me to kill, it would be that. Gnashing my teeth in rage, and, in truth, completly flipping out, I shoved the insufferable marshmallow inside. Rarity stumbled back, bewildred. "Uhh, Twilight, what's going on?" Her voice cracked as I locked the door behind me.

I didn't answer her.

"Okay, let's get this out of the way, shall we? I hate you."

Rarity gaped at me, her knees shaking.

"Now don't say anything; it'll ruin the moment."

The unicorn continued her horrified stare, backing up a little.

I didn't care, I just smiled and advanced closer."When Celestia first asked me to make some friends, I was skeptical. But now, gosh, I know for a fact that I should of flat out REFUSED! I regret every day spent with you and the rest of those fools. Yet, Rarity, you impress me every day too."

She managed to squeak out: "I do?"

My large grin didn't waver. "Oh, yes! You impress me every time I see you with how horrible you are! It's so unbelivable, I almost thought you were faking! But noo! You truly are the most fake little thing  in Equestria!"

I felt a surge of adrinline just saying that to her face. "Your ugly, and prissy and fussy and an awful friend to everypony! All you care about is yourself, and how amazing you look!" I ranted.

Rarity's face was streaked with tears, but I paid no heed.

"You spend your whole pointless life on making horrible costumes for a world who doesn't wear clothes in the first place!" I shrieked. "You're a flipping unicorn and you can hardly lift a rock!"

"You are a discusting excuse for a mare that I'm sorry to even know!"

"Even your sister knows it!"

At this point, Rarity was on the floor, sobbing like a pathetic foal. "Stop crying, Rarity. You know it's true." I said in a monotone voice.

She jerked up, eyes puffy and red, and whispered, "What's gotten into you, darling?"

It was quiet for a moment.

Rarity must of seen the look on my face because she whimpered. That little plastic baby!

I stepped closer until she was up against the wall, shaking."No, stop it Twilight. You're scaring me." Rarity tried to move out of the way, but I held her in my magic. Walking to the kitchen I found.....a knife. What luck.

When I came back, and Rarity saw what I was holding, she screamed. It was the most pathetic and loudest scream I've ever heard in my life, a sound of betrayel.

It was time to get rid of number 1.

The scream stopped.

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