Me and Twilight left the hospital after they performed what was basically a Pegasus oriented check up. The very first place we went to was a pay phone. I couldn't use the payphone, but Twilight offered to read my messages to mom. After mom had answered and Twilight had explained what was going on I raised my first card.

"Mom, I love you." That was the first card. It was the most important, but the second one was important too. "But how in the name of Fantasi did you pay for this?" Twilight blinked in confusion as she read the second card. Realizing that I had written my thoughts on paper without filter, I tried to do immediate damage control. I wrote furiously, and produced a third card. "Twilight, that's just something silly I say." Twilight read out loud, probably unintentionally.

I facehooved.

Twilight grinned sheepishly and turned away to talk with mom in private. She sounded upbeat, and there was a definite mention of pizza. Mention of pizza... OH MY GOSH PIZZA!

I love pineapple and haybacon thin crust pizza! If they had a Mama J's in Ponyville, then it would come with a free special seasoning packet! Those things rocked! We could get Big Ride soda, or maybe Sierra Mane? Cloudsdale had the best sodas, but Manehatten... that was my one fond memory of Manehatten... out of everything terrible that happened there I could still remember me and mom grabbing pizzas after seeing my tutor.

Twilight turned away from the phone. "Well now Scribble, what should we do before heading back ? We've got a couple hours to kill." A couple hours? That's odd, why would Twilight leave such a gap in her schedule? I could see one hour, but... then I realize that we just came from a potentially heartbreaking doctor visit. Two hours suddenly makes much more sense.

Twilight looks like she's about to ask again, but I put a hoof to my chin to confirm I was thinking about it. Despite being the cultural center of Pegasi, there wasn't much I wanted to do. After all I couldn't... couldn't...

I-I was going to be able to fly! It didn't seem real till that moment, but I'd be able to fly! Me, in the air, without falling to death or injury! Real FLYING!

Two hooves wrap around my barrel. I guess Twilight had noticed my sudden realization. Her hooves helped the realness, anchoring me. She was warm.

I hugged her back, enjoying the feeling of warm coat against my cloud chilled hooves. This was real all of this was real. My mother was dating the most powerful mortal mare on the face of the planet. I was going to be able to fly. I was going to have friends real friends! Moving to Ponyville had changed so much, of everything! I-I... I wrote a card out furiously with one hoof. This drew a confused smile from Twilight, but she said nothing as I write the most perfectly crafted letter in my entire life. It was four words, fifteen letters total, and a period. What I was writing had the potential to change my entire life.

I tucked it into my mouth, emphasing my oft useless, but now dispenseless small size and, blegh, cuteness. Twilight read the letter once, and then twice. Then she smiled.

"Scribble, we're already engaged. Your mother said yes two months ago, but asked me to ask her again after a year. She was worried about what you'd think of me , and what your health issues might do to our relationship." I-I-I... "I'm confident, that with these developements, your mother and me will be moving that date to sooner, much sooner."

I fainted.

Author's Note

I just couldn't make a image for this. I'm not good enough of an artist to draw what my words have. I've realized that Scribble's life is... my fantasy. I want to be her so bad, she's living the my life I've been dreaming of. Her muteness, caring mother, being mature(in her own way), and growing up, it's all wish fulfillment for me.

My family life isn't perfect, they don't beat me, but they scream and fight daily, with each other or me. I say stupid things so often, that being voiceless is something I wish for. Having friends, having crushes on others. I don't know why, but I've never had a crush on a girl or boy. I've realized that in my heart it wouldn't matter who it was, but even so my heart just doesn't feel that for others in that way. Every romance story I read hurts because I can feel that, and feel this big empty hole in my life. F4D3's the closest I've ever come to being in a relationship, but we've never met. I'm not even sure he is who he says he is.

I feel like a jerk for putting this in the author's comment of this chapter, but I have to tell now before I chicken out and bottle this all up.

I'm 17, but I'm jealous of a mute fatherless filly. I feel kind of pathetic.