Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   The other day a police officer pulled me over to inspect my liscence. Thank god the legal age in Canada to drive is sixteen, or I would've had to face charges and probably get arrested. The officer took a look at my driver's liscence, then proceeded to the rear of my car to see what I had in the back. By the way he was acting you'd think he expected there would be a dead body stored behind there. There wasn't anything in the back except the grocery I had gone out and bought. I smirked to myself as the redfaced officer apologized and waved me off.

   It's been a month now. Things are going smoothly. Dash and I are coping greatly with the changes. She joined the track team. The coach had personally invited her to be top of the team. Her speed is unmatched by any other student, though after her fifth practice, she said something I never expected to hear. She told me her legs had a small cramp and she had to sit off. It was only a ten minutes before she was up and running again. All practices take place during lunch time, and I'm free to watch if I choose to. We went out for dinner the day Mr. Smith had entitled Dash the new captain of the track team. She truly deserved it and it was amusing to see a few jealous faces of members who were on the team for a few years in a row.

   Being a teenager is great. I had expected a few police officers to show up at our door but none so far has bothered us. I am worried about my job though. I haven't called my boss in a little while, and I'm pretty sure he'll get suspicious soon. I don't want to lose my job, it's well paying and I hold a position with high authority but even then, I don't think that qualifies me as free to do whatever without getting fired or at least demoted.

   Speaking of which, I figured if I didn't do something soon my bank account would be in the quadriple digits, and that would only add to my stress after the amount of school work I receive every night. I went searching for a job, and believe it or not, I was hired to Target as a cashier. When I entered the store, it was like dejavu. The store wasn't changed one bit since it was originally named Zellers. Every aisle was where it was the last time I worked there. I spent a good moment wandering through the toys section before filling out the form for the job. It was a good thing too because seeing the toy models of Dash that Hasbro had made sent me into hysterical fits of laughter, relieving me of any worries about getting a staff position. Thank goodness Dash wasn't there to see me giggle like a little girl, for two reasons. One, it would've been embarrassing and two, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it out of the store alive if she heard the level of noise my laughs were.

   Mrs. Harrold is no longer the boss of Target. I asked a few employees about what happened to her. They mentioned she stepped down from the position a few years ago and questioned me about how I knew about her because "I was probably seven years old back when she was still in charge of Zellers." I answered with a simple "My dad worked here." and it did the trick. There didn't seem to be any employees I knew when I worked here. I remember many of them vibrantly as if I was still in touch with them. That was the moment I realized I actually should've kept in touch with them. They helped me with so much before I left Zellers to work as a waiter at the restaurant. Joe. Claire. Britney. I had kept my fingers crossed that only the best had crossed their way after I was gone. Maybe I'll search their names in a phonebook when I'm back to my normal age. Wouldn't it be awkward if someone half your age called your house stating they're an old friend from nearly a decade ago? The thought made me chuckle.

   Dash has also picked up her own job. She said she felt she wasn't contributing enough. I told her it was alright and that I could handle it but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She took a job at Tim Hortons, where she now works as a cashier. Now I must drop her off there after school, just one more place to stop at on my way to and from work. Down inside, I'm glad she decided to step up and help. I don't know where I'd be without her.

   Dash's grades aren't very good though. She's a reliable person for sure, but in school work... I don't know what to say. I guess she just isn't used to school. Of course, I'd be lying if I said my grades are better. The truth is, we both struggle in every course at school. At least she can do something in gym. Teachers nag that low grades would put us in a bad future. I have the right to say that isn't true at all. I don't remember getting the best grades back in the tutouring classes at the orphanage, but I didn't need the best grades to be manager of a restaurant. Dash doesn't need to worry about her future either, she'll be with me, if not, back in Equestria. But what I'm trying to get at is, well, I'm darn sure we'll be sent to summer school. That's something I'm not looking forward to. And I don't think I'll ace my next history test on politics either. Nor will I be any good when the subject on World War Two starts.

   I still can't believe myself. If a decade ago, I was told that in around ten years, I would be sixteen again, I'm pretty sure I would've freaked out. Now that I compare the now me with the past me, I could see that I'm a lot cooler about things than I was before. I can't find any other cause of this than Dash. I don't think I can stress this enough to say I'm the luckiest guy on the planet. This doesn't happen to anyone. Anyone. It leaves me to wonder how I ended like this. Out of the billions in this world, how was I the one who was chosen to be sided with Dash? I took a step back and estimated where I would be if Dash never came into my life. Dead I suppose. I was pretty trashed back then and probably would've ended my own life. I owe it all to her.