A Breezie's Wings

I tripped over my own leg as the ball hit the back of my head. My horn is almost chipped as it hits the hard ground.

It was fifth period-(choke)- GYM CLASS. WHY did we HAVE to play soccer, Mrs.Manxwell?!? WHY???!!!

I heaved myself upwards and turned my head to see who hit me. Big surprise-DIAMOND TIARA!!!

  I bet she did it on purpose. She bullies everypony(except Silver Spoon and Royal Bleu), especially poor Apple Bloom, the leader of a clique called The Cutie Mark Crusaders.

To be honest, I don't have my own cutie mark, just like the Crusaders. I think that is why DT teases us.

Right now, the little brat is smirking at me. It is, like, totally obvious she meant to hit me.

  Mrs. Manxwell just blew her whistle, signaling that class is over. That stupid whistle weakens my eardrum every time she blows it.

I shower in the locker room and head to 6th period science.

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  I'm Dinky Doo and my mom is Ditzy Doo. I'm a unicorn and she's a Pegasus. Weird, isn't it? Actually, it's not. I'm adopted. I have no brothers or sisters, but I've three cousins in Trottingham and a stepsister in Fillydelphia.

  My mom's friend carpools me home when mom's working in the sky. But today she was home, getting the mail from our mailbox. It's painted to look like a cow, and it's supertacky.

"Hi, Dink! How was school?" Mom smiles and waves.

  "HORRIBLE!!!" I answer. "Mom, I actually have a lot of homework and I need to get finished with it before I go help you in the garden." I zoom off to my room.

  About an hour later, I put my stuff away and canter outside to our backyard. That's where our garden is. It's filled with tulips and forget-me-nots, dalias, daffodils, and daisies. It's fall right now and it is getting kinda cold, but stepping into my garden is like changing seasons.

  The flowers are watered and the weeds are sprayed. Aaah, my garden is SO relaxing, I convinced my mom to let me stay a few more minutes to let me lie with the flowers.

  I watch a pink tulip and I see something move inside of it. I believe it's the shadow of a bug. But then why does it have four legs and a muzzle?? Oh, Celestia, it can't be...

I'm overeacting.

A breezie(a fairy pony about three inches tall with two pairs of wings) in the flower was impossible.

IMPOSSIBLE!!!!

  Breezies!!!??? Yeah, right! Puh-lease. As if. My mom used to let me read stories about the breezies when I was five. I read so much and now I'm letting it go to my head.

  But that was six years ago! I am gonna go to bed early so when I wake up tomorrow, this whole melodrama is just a funny memory...