Dear Diary:
There ain’t nothing like a storm in the big city. The smell of o-zone twisting through the concrete, the way the lightning echoes round the sky, the way everything gets really creepy, super, quiet right before that first cloud bursts at the seams and drowns the city in beauty.
Yeah…I miss that.
And Criss Cross. And Sunset. And Punchline. I even miss Strider. My friends. My family.
Bardigan, says I’m supposed to write out everything that I like about the city. Everything I miss and all my thoughts down on paper. He says it’ll help with the outbursts and keep my mind from…going places that are scary, So I guess it’s worth a shot.
Um… I guess it’s easier if I start from the beginning, right? That’s where Bardy says all the best stories start, even if you’ve only got one story to tell. So, I guess my story has to start there too.
So, lesse… I’m Diamond. Diamond Desiree Dancer, and this is my story. I’m gonna tell you’se right off the bat, My story…My story ain’t got no bright and brilliant start. It ain’t got no happy endin’ either. I know, I know, anyone readin’ this probably WANTS there to be a happy ending. But there can’t ALWAYS be happy endings, right? If you think about it; theres GOTTA be bad endings, sad endings, the endings nobody wants, but everybody needs. You’se can’t have no hero without a villain, right? You can’t have no happy ending, without the villain havin’ a sad ending. That’s just the way it is. And my story, well my story’s got a sad ending. But it’s the only story I’s got.
So, all the other stories I’ve ever heard about ponies, has the main character all heroic n’ good lookin’ and brave n’ stuff. They always save the day, and beat the odds and they get the girl. This story ain’t like that. See, I wasn’t born with no spoon in my mouth, and I wasn’t exactly born to a life of luxury. Fact of the matter is…I’m a Nudge.
Now if you ain’t no pegasus, ( Did I mention that I’m a pegasus? I probably shoulda mentioned I’mma pegasus. I’m totally a pegasus. Hey, whats up!? I’m a pegasus! ) What was I saying? Right right, so, like, if you ain’t no pegasus, you probably don’t know what a Nudge is.
It goes like this, right? Pegasi…we…See, Pegasi are creatures of emotion. The rawest, most basic, most pure emotion. We don’t get mad, we rage. We don’t get sad, we become depressed. We don’t get happy, we get ecstatic. We are an extreme to an extreme to an extreme. Ask my buddy Fluttershy! When she mad, she mad, when she bad, SHE, IS, BAD…and when she glad, she glad.
So….It don’t take much for two pegasi to fall in love, you know? Like, uh, love love. I don’t know. I ain’t never gonna fall in love, …not a pony like me, anyway. (Did I um, did I mention that I’m ten? I’m…um, I’m ten. Like, ten years old, I guess. Hey, whats up. ) Where was I?
Oh, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! So, we got our Pegasi, and a flicker of attraction turns to a spark, and a spark turns to a flame, and a flame turns to a blaze, and the next thing ya know, they’re up on cloud nine, doin’ the ‘Two-Tailed Twister’ (I keep asking ponies what that ‘trick’ is, but nopony wants ta tell me. Whats the deal?)
Anyway, from what I understand, once you’se pull off a trick like that, you’se get ta become parents. I think it's like your final in flight school or something? But whatever, you get to send away from a cloud kid! (Ahh, right, cloud kids are kinda what we called foals hangin out in Manehatten. Did I mention I'm from Manehatten? I probably should have mentioned I'm from Manehatten. Hey I'm from Manehatten, Whats up?)
So, anyway, cloud kids right? Yeah...you pass the test, you get your child and that's great....really great. 'Course, but sometimes… You know…sometimes they end up with a foal they don’t want. Or can’t take care of, or I dunno. Somethin' wrong with it, or, whatever. I dunno. ... I dunno. The point is…they take that new little baby way up high on a cloud…and when noponies lookin’…that lil pegasi gets nudged right off …r, right offa the cloud. And you know we can't...we can't fly at that age, you know? So...You know...you know what happens, and you’se gotta wonder what kinda pony would do that to a baby…why…how could they just leave me lik...-
Sorry. Got something in my eye. I’m back now. So, yeah, bein a Nudge ain’t exactly ...it ain't something you'se call another pony unless you'se lookin for a fight, tell you that. But, on the other hoof, THAT is how I ended up with my titles! Yeah, that’s right, I’ve got titles! HA! See, I Diamond, D, Dancer, hold the record for the only filly in the world to reach the mesosphere in flight. Fact is, I’m the only PONY in the world to reach the Mesosphere in flight! I’m the highest flier in the whole, wide, world! Cause of that, they call me; The Fantastic Filly,’ and ‘The Miracle Mare from Manehatten,’ and ‘The Impossible Pony!”
So…I guess that’s what this story is. My story, I mean. How I got those names. And all the consequences that came with them. And why my story ain’t never gonna have no happy ending.
Well, the suns comin up, which means I’ve gotta get to bed, diary. I’ll write more in you’se tomorrow!
