Through Time

“Class dismissed,” the teacher said. Every one ran out, including me. My mom said she would have a cake for my birthday ready right when she got home. However, when I get out, a group of ponies push me down.

“Look, Sparklefart’s worse than that googly-eyed pony. Shame, really,” the pegasus from earlier says, who appears to lead this group.

“Really, today? Give him a break Thunderlane, it’s his birthday,” one of the stallions said.

“Screw you, Big Mac,” Thunderlane says. He pushes him down hard. Really hard. He looks mad, but he just goes back home. He definitely had the strength to beat him up, but he didn’t. “Now let’s show him what we can do. Snowflake, Graphite, go.” They start running after me.

“YEAH!” Snowflake shouts as he chased me. They chase me to the pond, and corner me if I don’t want to fall in to the pond myself.

“Whatcha gonna do Sparklefart? Cry back home and run?” Thunderlane said fiercly. They stand on their back legs, hooves up, ready to push me in, when Carrot Cake pushes them aside.

“Hey, stop it! I’m not letting anyone hurt anyone my friend!” Carrot said. Thunderlane was furious at the yellow stallion for trying to stick up for me. He bucks Carrot right in the face. Carrot doesn’t hesitate to throw another hoof. He punches him right in the eye.

Furiously, Thunderlane commands Snowflake and Graphite, “Sick ‘em, boys.” They gang up on Carrot and beat him up.

“STOP! YOU’RE KILLING HIM!” I yell. Thunderlane notices my reaction immediately.

“You heard what the guy said, stop,” Thunderlane says to the two other ponies. They walk away in silence. I then look over to a bruised, bloody, and unconscious Carrot Cake. For the first time, I use magic to levitate him over to the hospital not far away. I drop him off for the doctors, and rush back home, as it was over curfew. However, I noticed something strange when I am back home. Smoke rising from the Bakery.

My heart rushes. I go there as fast as I can. The fire department is getting ponies out as fast as they can and trying to put out the fire. I see my mom getting pulled out of the fire with severe burns. I rush over to hear as fast as I can once she’s put on the dolly. As we go to the ambulance, she tells me something I will never forget, “You are going to beat this world; I know you will. You are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave.” She’s then loaded on to the ambulance. They start to shut the door before I stop it with my hoof.

“Why can’t I go with her?” I ask them.

“She needs serious attention right now,” they say.

“I’m her son,” I tell them in a strict manner.

“The answer is no,” they say. They shut the door and leave the burning Bakery. I run to the hospital as fast as I can to make sure my mother is alright, that everything is alright but deep within I know, nothing will ever be the same.

~~~

I sit in the waiting room for what’s happen the next day. The doctor comes up to me. Already, I start crying like an infant. The doctor puts his hoof over my head. “What about Carrot Cake? Is he alright?” I ask.

“He’s starting to wake up. You guys must’ve got into a real bad fight yesterday,” she says.

“Can I go talk to him?” I ask. She nods her head and walks me over to his room. When I get there, I can now see how bad it got and the effects. I see his black eye, the bruises on his body, and dried blood on his outfit.

“Hey,” he says, “how’s it been since yesterday? My parents know I’m here, right? How’d things go at the bakery without me?” I tear up at the thought of it. He looked dumbfounded, but then it seems that he pieced the story together. He seems sad, but he stays strong. He lost his family and his home, but he stays strong. I still wonder how such a young pony can handle all of this. He lost everything, but he stays strong.

“You know what, you can stay at my house until you rebuild the bakery,” I tell him.

“What about your mom? What’d she think?” the hurt pony asks.

“She-she went down with the bakery,” I tell him.

“Alright. Right after I get out of here I’ll come over,” he says. Carrot comforts me in this time of grief. I wonder how things went so wrong in our friendship.