My Life

I was born in Cloudsdale, in the inner city where it was most prosperous. My mother was a scavenger who went into Ponyville to pick up spare water Ponyville had in their stock. My father was  well-known, used to be part of the Wonderbolts he was retired when they had me, my mother's name was LightFlyer, my father's name was SpeedFreak. They seemed to have no interest in each other, until you got to know them for who they were, and what they did didn't matter. When I was born I had a completely white mane, white coat, grey eyes,and strong wings. Today I have a pink and white striped mane same old grey eyes, and even stronger wings. My experience in flight was a tremendous one except for a incident that I will tell about later.  My first day in flight school had me pretty scared, until I saw a small yellow coated and pink maned filly who was trembling, she barely could stand if at all. I went over to where she was standing.

I said "Hello." she didn't even look at me "Hello? Are you okay?"

she responded with a quick "Oh,um,I'm fine. Thank you"

I responded with "Don't lie to me please."

"Okay...I'm kind of stuck in a rut here" motioning to her hooves in the clouds.

I took her hand and start flying upwards as best as I could putting all the effort I could into it. I looked down and she was out of the clouds alright, but 20 feet over the clouds. She was now holding onto my hoof as if her life depended on it. I quickly said "Sorry, sorry, sorry." I said lowering her down to the clouds. I put her down on the clouds, and said "Are you okay? I'm so sorry about that I guess I didn't my own strength."

"It's okay, you didn't mean it" she said with shy-ness in her voice

"my name is RegattaPlay, but you can just call me RePlay"

"Oh,I'm FlutterSh..." she said in a low voice.

"What?"

"Flutte..." in a lower voice.

"One more time please."

"Flut..." in the lowest voice of all

"Didn't quite catch that"

"Fluttershy! It's FlutterShy..."

"Well FlutterShy it's nice to meet you-" I said getting pulled away.

It was my coach beginning to saying "What in sam hay do you think you were doing?"

"getting FlutterShy's mind out of the clouds, or at least her hooves" I responded

"Well you did some dang good flying. Who's foal are you?" the question caught me off guard. "my dad's SpeedFreak,and my mom's LightFlyer"

"Oh, well that explains it, your dad was a fantastic flyer. I taught him I should know"

"Well, thanks, I guess I'll see you around sir" I said, and I went back to muck about with FlutterShy, finding out that she has never seen the ground, because she was scared of heights.

I inspired her to finally look down through the clouds, she looked down, and was amazed at how colorful it was. She then told me that one day she'll live on the ground and never live on the clouds again, I told her that if she was willing to do that, then she was a stronger pony than I. I then started to go on that I could never go on without my parents, and that I would never want to leave. we then said our goodbyes, and I went by to my parents, and the day started... Five years later.

I was now of Teen-age. Thirteen. It was the day I first found out I was interested in poetry, and literature. I was running to my flight class and tripped on one of my hind hooves. what I tripped on was a poem by the famous writer: 'ShakenStirred'. known by writing cross-eyed.

The poem read: "The day I see straight, I will see the world for what it is, not what it was, and find my destiny in my mind, follow my heart, and my journey will start, share it with my mate, without my bindings of sight." It was the first poem that I read, and got me interested in literature,but before I knew it. My cutie mark appeared it was a Quill with wings. I was so amazed that I got it. I started yelling, and running about the place yelling "I got my CutieMark!" Everypony applauded as I went by, and before you knew it I was out of breath, but let's just say I didn't make it to flight class on time that day. Months went by after I got my CutieMark, and now it wasn't such a big thing, but I still praised it every day I had it, until I was 15, but onto what happened.

I was after flight class and one of my "fellow" pegasus yelled "HEY! Replay bet you can't catch me!" I responded with "you're gonna eat cloud when I'm done with you!" Moments later we were in the sky. I was catching up to him fast. He was a strong foal but my wings were stronger. I was about to tackle him, but he made a quick turn up which I couldn't make, and ate the stone of a castle. I went through the part of the castle, and skidded across the ground I recognized the place it was Canterlot, and I finally came to a screeching halt. I laid there bruised, and bloodied from the crash.

I laid on the dirt looking up into the sky, then a green foal about the age of me ran into my vision yelling for help. He was a unicorn, a strong one at that. He then continued to scream, stopped to think, and picked me up onto his back and ran to the hospital, now my vision wasn't only blurred it was now fading and getting dark, I then repeated this to the green pony whom I was on "getting dark..." "just hold on you'll be fine!" he said running. We arrived at the hospital in only about three minutes "man you're fas-" then hacking, and sputtering. he ran up to the receptionist "this foal needs help!" he yelled setting me on the tiled floor. They then took me to the emergency room where they sewed me up and took me to a room where I then passed out. I woke up with the green pony at my side.

"I'm glad you're awake." he said with a perky smirk.

"You saved my flank back there, thanks."

"don't worry about it, my name is BrushStrokes, but my friends call me Brushie."

"well 'Brushie' it's nice to meet you I'm RegattaPlay, but my friends RePlay."

"what kind of a name is Regatta?"

"it means 'Original', and Play means well... Plays where people act."

"well it certainly fits your cutiemark"

"it's post to mean that I was good at flying and writing. What is your cutiemark?"

"it's a brush crossed over a pencil. it stands for my drawing ability." showing me his flank. it was just like he said.

"You use your magic to pick up the pencil, and brush?"

"mmhmm." he said while nodding his head "how do you pick up yours?" he asked curiously.

"With my magic. What do you think? I pick it up with my teeth, but enough of the theatrics. So, what's the damage to me?" I asked in an irritated voice

"Broken shoulder, a few cuts, and a sprained wing."

"That isn't to bad, I guess. If I can still fly then it doesn't matter to me." my parents then walked in the room. "Mom! Dad!" I yelped with excitement. My dad responded with a smile. My mom gave me a hug. "Ow ow ow." I responded in agony.

"Sorry, I forget that you hurt yourself."

I mumbled "stupid Soarin, and his flying."

"The doctors say that your gonna be in here for a few months then you'll be able to fly, but they don't know you. Know do they?"

"No. They. Don't" I said with a smirk appearing on my face.

My dad then turned to BrushStroke and said "Are you the one who carried my foal to the emergency room?"

"He's a tough one" Brushie said shooting a glance at my bandages.

"Thank you for bringing him here before something worse happened." They both shook each others hooves.

"I hope we see each other on better terms. I have to get back to class" He trotted out of the room.

I then hopped out of my bed, and I ran to the entrance of the room and said "See ya!" I then realized that I was up and about. I then proceeded to say to my parents "Those doctors lied." Within no time I was back at flight school, and visiting Brushie everyday.

Before I knew it I was Sixteen out of flight school now very adventurous this is my age now so my story is coming to an end. I'm with BrushStrokes one day and we get the idea to go and live in Ponyville, and see what's different than living in Cloudsdale and Canterlot.

"What do you think it would be like if we lived in Ponyville? Think you can handle it City-foal?" I said with a teasing voice.

"Could you live there? With your head always in the clouds." he added with a flourish.

"how about we both ask our parents, and if both our parents agree on this we'll find a place in Ponyville for sale and we'll see how long one another can last, but let us  set a ground rule. We can't sabotage one another."

"sounds fair. I'll see you tomorrow with an answer."

"as will I." We both headed off to await what was going to happen.

It was obvious what our parents said "No, that is final!" my dad said. Me and Brushie knew what we we were gonna have to do.

"Yeah, my parents said the same thing." said Brushie.

"You know what we have to do right?" I shot at him.

"We have to ditch our parents, and find the house that we're gonna live in, right?"

"Exactly." I said with a grin.

"When are we gonna leave?" he said with a puzzled face.

"We're gonna leave tonight, pack up whatever you can, but keep it light. remember all your money. We're going to Ponyville."

That night we both meet up on the trail, I had packed my vests, shorts, and some of my written poems. Brushie packed his art, and painting supplies. We made it to Ponyville in the morning. When we finally arrived with our bags on our backs a Pink mare greeted us then gasped, and the mare ran off. We both looked at each other and shrugged. We both walked around Ponyville greeting everypony that passed, and passed a few 'for sale' houses, but they weren't for us. We then proceeded to find a cheap house with two stories, lots of windows, a balcony, and a tall roof.

The owner was happy that we took it off his hands. He said it was haunted with a ghost. The owner was a 70 year old colt. We knew we couldn't  believe him so we took the house. Inside the house were chairs, sofas, and tables. The walls on the first floor were just shelves made of olive tree wood. "Well this place is comfy." Brushie said while jumping onto a sofa. I looked at Brushie very hard. We've spent so much time together I have barely noticed that he grew a brown goatee, and I know had pink stripes in my hair, and an odd interest in vest and shorts.

"Welp, time to go get some food." I said while opening the front door again.

"I still don't remember what you like. So I guess you'll have to come with me." I said.

"Argh, I hate it when you drag me to places." he groaned.

"Come on we can pick up some music, and a few books." I said trying to meet his needs.

He sighed "Well, let's go, and let us get some stuff."

We continued to go outside and buy a few things at the marketplace. We went home, and the pink pony was outside our house. When we continued to get close she began to sing a song and she made us a cake in a oven and shot confetti out of a cannon she called it "the party cannon". She said her name was "PinkiePie" we told her our names, and she said "see you around sometime Brushie and Regatta" then trotted off with a big smile on her face.

By the time Brushie and I were done talking to PinkiePie, we were barely standing on our hooves, we shuffled inside falling in the middle of the room. We got way more books and music than we needed.

"I'll...*huff* organize... *sputter*  the music" said Brushie.

"Books..." I managed to huff.

A couple of hours later we organized the books and music. Surprisingly the music and books took up all the shelves.

"Well, that wasn't too hard." Brushie said.

"I'm going to go to a clothes store. A few of my vest got tore on the way down here." I said looking through my luggage.

"Hurry back, we got some rearranging to do." said Brushie walking around the first floor.

I trotted off looking around Ponyville for a clothing shop, and I found 'Rarity's Carousel Boutique' "Rarity..." I repeated to myself. Sounds nice I thought while trotting into the Boutique. I entered in the store

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello" said a small cute voice from the other room. the filly then stepped into the room "Hi, I'm SweetieBelle, what's your name? I haven't seen you around Ponyville." said SweetieBelle.

"I'm RegattaPlay, but just call me RePlay, and you haven't seen me around because my friend and I just moved here today. Do you know where your sister is?" I said.

"She is upstairs making new dresses. Let me go get her." she said with cheer in her voice. She trotted up the steps and came down with a taller purple maned and grayish-white coated mare.

"Hello, my dear, my name is Rarity, what may I get for you today, and may I ask what is your name?" said Rarity.

"Yes, hello, I'm here because a few of my vests were torn, my name is RegattaPlay, my friend and I moved here, I'm Cloudsdale, and my friend's from Canterlot." I said while handing her my vests.

she started sewing up my vests, until she heard 'Canterlot'. "Canterlot! Maybe I can meet your friend sometime!" she said with a plea, and a squee.

"You'll meet my friend when I come next time, or maybe I'll send him over." I said.

"I would be very greatful if you did." she said as she started sewing up the vests again.

"Is their anypony here in Ponyville I need to look out for?" I said still waiting for Rarity to sew up my vests.

"Who have you met?" Rarity asked.

"I've met PinkiePie, and you so far." I stated.

"Well you should watch out for... AppleJack, RainbowDash, and FlutterShy."

"Fluttershy...Fluttershy! How many vests do you have left to sew up?" I said in ergentcy.

"Three, do you know FlutterShy?" "Childhood friends. Where is she?"

"at her house, go over the bridge, make a left, go down the road, take the second left, follow that and take the first right." she said making gestures with one hoof

"Thanks" I said running out the door then breaking into flight going to FlutterShy's house. On my way I spotted a pegasus practicing clearing the skies from clouds. "must be RainbowDash." I thought. I finally got to Fluttershy's house. "Fluttershy!, Fluttershy!" I yelled when nearing her house. she stepped out of her home, and said

"Regatta?" in confusion. I slowed down as I reached the front door.

"Fluttershy how have you been?" I said while giving her a hug.

"Oh, um, I've been doing good, you?"

"good, I knew you would've made it out the clouds." I said excitedly. At that point the blue pony that was clearing the skies came in.

"Hey Fluttershy, and who are you?" she said with a athletic cheer in her voice, then digust while looking at me.

"I'm RegattaPlay, just call me RePlay, I met FlutterShy during the first day of flight training."

"I'm RainbowDash, I also was FlutterShy's childhood friend, maybe we can race sometime, son of 'SpeedFreak'." she said determinately.

"Nice detective skills Sherlock, and that race will be soon, but I need to get back to my friend, let's continue this later." I said irritated. I turned to FlutterShy "Sorry about that Shy, do you still fly?"

"No, I don't, I never had strong wings."

"Well, I'm sorry that you don't fly anymore, I thought you could fly with us. Well see ya later." as I said flying away.

I got to the Boutique, picked up my vests, and went home. Brushie then nagged me about staying out too long, and I explained that I met FlutterShy.

"Really you met you old time flying buddy?"

"Yes, so how about that rearranging. I'm gonna starting writing a story about my life, when we're done." we arranged the first and second stories, and I began to write this piece of work. That was my life so far.

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