Painting our Life - 6 Colors

*Message: Before you read this chapter, I would like to announce that there will be most likely no new chapters next weekend. Summer is starting for me next week and it's the only week my mom gets off. So they're planning to take us shopping in the States over the weekend and go camping some time after. Sorry bout this but I'll release on the first weekend in July. Which is... Friday the 6th. In the mean time if you get bored, you can read my one shot human fiction: A Brony's Tale if you haven't. (On my profile.) I'll still be on and around the site over this week, just not writing or publishing new chapters.

Have a great summer all of you.

xoxo,

Inu

   "Look Dash, I know that kid is the only other person you can talk to here," He begins, "But I need you to stop hanging out with him." I snort. Stop hanging out with Jakob? As if!

   "Ky, I don't know what the buck is up with you lately, but forget it. I don't want to stay lonely," I say. His eyes pierce through mine, saying, "Seriously?"

   "You have me, we'll continue our life right? And he's just a kid, he's human, not a pet for you to pamper. A small move and he could open his mouth and blow your cover." He mutters. I grow angry. Very angry. Kyle is being a complete jerk about this.

  "Is it always about you!?" I snap, "You're not the center of the Earth Kyle. Thought you'd know that. What am I to you? Some stupid pet you can boss around!? I'm like two bucking years younger than you, stop treating me like a kid." Kyle winces but before he could speak up, I cut him short and continue yelling.

   "That's it! I've had it with your stupid jealousy. I've had it with all your stupid rules that forbid me from exploring this world! Kyle, I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you!" I almost never raise my voice on a friend. But Kyle isn't acting as much of a friend here and I hate him so much for it. I storm off to the back door, open it, and fly out. "I'm LEAVING!" I don't want to live with some stupid jealous jerk who wants to keep me to himself. I deserve more than that. Before I left, I swear I heard something hit the wall. Probably my PS3 controller but by now, I can't give a crap about such things. The point is Kyle is a jerk and he deserves to be alone. I thought he'd be cool but I guess not. Why did I even pick him to live with in the first place? He chucked a snowball at me and slammed the door in my face on day one.

   The night is dark, and I fly into the forest. A shadowed figure standing beside the tree almost gives me a heart attack. I land and a few twigs snap under my hooves. The figure whips around and the moonlight reveals his face. Jakob.

   "Rainbow Dash? What are you doing out here?" he asks, confused. I sigh.

   "Take me with you," I say. Jakob blinks, and sticks a finger in his left ear as if to clear out any wax blocking his hearing.

   "Pardon?"

   "Take me with you, I'm not living here anymore." I watch the corner of his lips tug into a smile.

   "C'mon, follow me." He waves and walks into the forest. I follow.

   "I'm glad you finally came out, Rainbow Dash." The boy grinned. "I thought you'd be stuck in that smelly old house forever!" I laughed.

   "Yeah well, I don't want to go back THERE, that's for sure. The house just lost its coolness." I shrugged. Jakob grooms me and rubbed his face against my side.

   "Y-you're warm."

   "Your face is icy cold. Are you feeling alright?" I hope the kid isn't coming up with a fever or whatever. I'm not a doctor.

   "Yeah, I'm fine. It just... feels nice being with you. You're so awesome."

   "Psh. Where are we going anyways?" Jakob had led me into the forest beside he-who-will-not-be-named's house.

   "Oh, you didn't know? Dad said you can come live with us anytime in case you needed to. His car is just parked on the other side of this forest."

   "Really?" Starting a life with this boy seemed interesting. I wondered if they have a field where I can fly around on.

   "Yes really."

   "Sounds cool." We passed the tree where I had engraved my and his names on. I wished I could stop for a moment, pick up a stone, and scratch his name out. The way he's treated me, doesn't deserve to be with me. Freaking idiot doesn't even know me that well. If I want open space, I want open space. I don't want to be confined to some stupid house, unable to fly.

   A few minutes pass, and we come to the end of the forest. Moonlight shines down onto my face and a breeze ruffles my feathers once we step out. Feels nice. A white car is parked at the side of the road. It must be Jakob's dad or mom. Or both.

   I don't take a last look at my old home. Why should I? Obviously I will be more happier living with Jakob's family. Kyle will wish he still has me. I swear.

   Jakob opens the car door for me and I hover in. I sit on the left, behind the driver. Jakob climbs in and sits on the other side. Before I could say anything, the driver greets me.

   "That's quite the catch you got there, son." The voice sound familiar. Too familiar.

   "Thanks, dad." Wait... Catch? What's going on?

   The man in the driver's seat turns to face us both. I reconize that mug anywhere. The man who had a knife at Kyle's throat the day he took me to the theatre. Tim or something. I frown.

   "I'm leaving." I reach for the door handle. Tim steps on the gas, lunging the car forward and throwing me back in my seat.

   "Oh no you aren't." I bite my lip. The car is speeding away. I look out the back window as the forest and Kyle's house grows smaller and smaller.

   "Jakob, what are you doing? This guy is dangerous."

   "He was the only one who wanted to take me." Jakob grins. I don't know either if this kid is really stupid and doesn't know what's going on or he's been plotting against me this whole time. "Daddy, what're we going to do with her?" My heart sinks.

   "I booked an auction at the River Run Centre for free. We're going to sell it." It. Sell it. I clench my teeth. First chance I get, I'm going to fly the crap out of there and back to Kyle's house. I just hope my sense of direction will help me backtrack.

   The car pulls into the parking lot beside a large building. The words River Run Centre hang over the door. Tim climbs out the car first and goes to the rear end to get something. I don't know what.

   The minute he left the vehicle, I begin to fumble furiously with the knob. These hooves aren't that flexible, but my ability to grasp things with my hooves has grown significantly since Kyle bought that PS3. I open the door and jump out. My wings spread and I jump to gain air. Something crashes into me and pins me to the ground. Jakob. I forgot all about this brat. I flail, trying to throw the kid off, but his hold on me is tight.

   "Good job." Tim returns from the trunk. He grabs my left hind leg with one hand and pick me up so I dangle. I feel ropes wrap around my legs, and they soon tightly bound my hind legs together. Tim does the same with my fronts. He then tosses me into a large dog cage sitting on the ground. Some pebbles sticking from the holes between the bars poke and bruise me. Dirt and sand stick against my fur. I struggle against the ropes, but it's no use. They had been tied tightly and the position I'm in saps my energy.

   Tim picks up the cage containing me, and enters the building. We enter a theatre-

   "Shay! Watch out!" Jane's voice calls. I snap back into the present, but it was too late. An orange basketball smacks my face. It drops and rolls away. I rub my cheek. "Are you ok?" Jane runs up beside me, "What were you doing? You should've seen that coming!" I frown.

   "Who threw that?"

   "Sorry!" Carrie calls from the line of students shooting hoops. Jane shakes her head.

   "That girl's aim is as bad as a monkey's. But you!" She points a finger at me, "Surely they didn't put you as head of the track team with a reaction like that?"

   "Whatever. I was just thinking about something."

   "Okayyyy." Jane turns away to leave. I sigh a breath of relief. The blonde girl quickly whips around and has her face not even inches from mine. "Thinking about what?"

   I push her away. "Wow, you really can't mind your own buisiness, eh."

   "Not my fault you told me you were thinking."

   "Not my fault I'm not telling." I stick out a tongue. The bell rings, dismissing us from gym class. The students pour out of the gymnasium to the change rooms. I leave. Or was about to at least.

   "Brooksin!" Mr. Jackson calls. I turn my head to face the gym teacher.

   "Yeah?"

   "Next time in Phys Ed... At least do something please." Without him seeing, I roll my eyes.

   "Will do." I leave, rubbing my head. I can't believe I completely zoned out like that. It was so realistic, as if I was reliving the memory. It felt good, almost. Except the memory blew. I wish it was something cooler. Maybe like the time we purged Nightmare Moon. Man that was a heck of an adventure. Forgetting the matter, I slip off to the change room where my friends are waiting for me.