Elias's Source of Resilience to Life: Ponies

Elias's Source of Resilience to Life

A novel based on My Little Dashie

By Elias Fuentes

Part One

In My Life

So this is how the sadness of my life starts. My parents started yelling at each other as I was at the dining table, eating cereal. I’m not so sure of what they were arguing about since it was a while ago sense the event happened. As they were fighting I couldn’t stand to see what I was seeing. My parents fighting broke my heart. I started to cry. My sister, Hannah, came out and told them to stop fighting, yet, they wouldn’t stop. My sister looked at where the source of the sorrowful noises was coming from, me. I was bawling my eyes out. I was afraid that the worst would happen: my parents breaking up.

“Stop it, can’t you see what you’re doing to your son!” my sister yelled. My parents stopped their argument to take a glance at their weeping son. I got up out of the chair I was in and went to my room to cry alone.
My mother came in later that night and said

“Sorry about what has been happened tonight. Whatever happens is just what we’re trying to do best for you. Night, love you,”

“Night, love you,” I replied in a hoarse voice. I cried myself to sleep that night, hoping that the inevitable wouldn’t happen.

***

(Now if I were to continue the rest of my life to the next point of interest worth telling you would most likely get bored. All I can say is that I continued my life going to school, always looking forward to seeing my friends, Gage, Ian, Lucas, and Sage. My parents and I never talked about what happened the night before for a while. All I was missing was my resilience to what was happening In My Life.)

*Several weeks later*

I started to hear of this television show that supposedly was a good show: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic©. I really didn’t have any doubts about this show. People at my school could occasionally be heard saying

“My little pony, choked on bologna,” Something like that. Really I never cared. In fact I thought it was just something stupid. So one day I gave it a try. It was one of the greatest shows I have ever watched. It seemed to make my heart fell warm inside. It seemed to make this gray life a bit happier, but not enough. I looked up who wrote the show, it was made by Lauren Faust. I instantly recognized her as the person who made Fauster’s Home for Imaginary Friends©. I always loved that show when I was younger, until it got cancelled.

So I started to watch more of My Little Pony. I started to get, what one could say, addicted to it. It was great with the characters, how it’s funny, teaches good lessons about friendship, and has great plots (*wink*). If only they could be in my life. Oh how great that would be. Maybe then my life wouldn’t seem so bad.

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*Another several weeks later*

So this is the part where my life gets even worse. It was about two weeks from winter break. I haven’t told anybody, not even my family, about my love for My Little Pony. My mom called me out of my room to talk.

“Elias, like you have known, your Father and I have not been getting along well and you know that what we are doing is what we are trying to do best for you and your sisters. Your Dad and I are breaking up.” My heart skipped a beat. I had a feeling that this would happen.

“Wait, but this me-,” I tried to say in a shaken voice.

“That we’re going to be moving? Yes. We have already found a house. We are going to be moving on January 1st and you’re going to be going to Northridge Middle School. I know this is a bit sudden we just wanted you to be happy for as long as you can before we told you the news,” my mom explained. Happy! Like I have even been happy before she told me. I went back to my room and started to cry again. I was always a sensitive person. I was thinking about what was going to be happening. I would have to leave my friends that I know, have to go through Christmas knowing that my parents are breaking up, and that I am going to be starting a new school. That night I couldn’t stop thinking about what could happen after Winter break, so I just fell asleep.

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*One week later*

(So by judgment you’re probably getting bored out and are going to hit the “back” button on your screen. Well don’t it gets better)

I started to tell my friends at school the news. My friends would say that they're sorry about my parents and things like

“No, you're kidding right?” about me moving and going to a different school. So I got their phone numbers. About a day later, word got around the school that I was moving. Some people would say that they were going to miss me. That made me feel a bit happier, but there still was the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing them anymore. Even the teachers said they were going to miss me. I was going to miss my favorite teacher, Mrs. Smith. She was always nice and enjoyed having such an inquisitive kid like me. I was really going to miss it here.

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*December 31st, 2011*

Well it is the day before the day we move. Christmas was good and I am definitely thankful for the gifts I got. I am not looking forward to moving, as you would think I wouldn’t be. I had everything packed (and I won’t get to into detail because you’d get even more bored out). The only thing we didn’t pack into the moving truck was the thing my dad was going to keep at his house and our beds since we needed to go to sleep somewhere. Once all the boxes (marked with the owners name) and other items too big for boxes in the truck my dad went out and got a pizza for us to eat. Pizza is one of my favorite foods and I always was excited for pizza, but not this time. Like I say throughout the story, it is hard for about anything to cheer me up. I ate the pizza and decided to get to bed so we can just get this moving done quicker.

I woke up the next morning staying still in my bed for about five minutes. I didn’t want the rest of this day to continue, that way I wouldn’t even have to deal with the rest of what seemed to continue to be a miserable life, but then, I wouldn’t be able to experience the greatest event in my life. I got out of bed and my family and I had a breakfast of left-over pizza. After the breakfast, my parents, sisters, and I came to a decision that my mom and sisters would drive my mom’s car to the house and my dad and I would drive the truck to the house.

On the ride to the house, my dad and I didn’t talk. Instead we just listened to music. He listened to The Beatles, which was my favorite band but was replaced by another, there was a podcast that would post edited My Little pony music like it was edited into dubstep, which rocked my soul. He never took notice to when I what music I was listening to.

We arrived at the house later on. It was bigger than the house I used to live in, which seemed to pleasure me a bit. I wanted to get the unpacking done rather quickly so I could relax later on, so when my father opened the back of the truck I slid the boxes with my name written on them onto the ground. My mom’s car arrived after I got the last box to the ground. My sister, Madi, went inside with a few of her boxes. I picked up a few of my boxes and went inside and looked at all the rooms. It was easy to tell what the bedrooms were. I figure to let my mom would have the biggest of the three (there wasn’t four because my sister is going to college, she is just on break from college) since she is the parent so I went to the biggest room and of course, my sisters stuff was in there. I wasn’t going to complain so much because it was only just a room. I put my boxes in my room and went back outside.

So later on all my stuff that was supposed to be in my room was in my room. My piano, my dresser, my bed; finally the unpacking was over, but I still had to deal with me parting from my dad and going to a new school. It was nighttime and I went out my room and into the living room. I found my dad in his jacket; his eyes were red and puffy. I knew that he was ready to leave. I walked over to my dad and started to hug him.

“See you, Eli,” he said in a hoarse voice from him crying “I love you.”

“I love you too dad,” I said back I started to cry again. My sisters told him by and that they love him. I went to my room and remembered all the memories we had together. I t made me cry even harder. I then noticed how my room was cluttered with my boxes. I grabbed them and stacked them outside next to the recycling bin. I went back in my room and watched some My Little Pony to lift my spirits. After that I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up from the dream I had. It wasn’t a bad dream but nor was it good. I was in my old school and was with my friends. Even though I was with my friends, in the dream, I was in great sorrow in the dream. I can’t explain why I would’ve had such a dream so I guess it just happened. I had a breakfast of cereal when my mom walked next to me.

“Eli, you left you boxes next to the recycling bin. Please go out unfold them, and put them into the recycling bin,” my mom ordered.

“Okey dokey lokey,” I replied. I went outside and started to unfold the flaps of a box to make them thinner and put them in the recycling bin. Box after box I went until something I didn’t expect happened. A box of mine, which was on the ground next to me, shook as something inside it moved. I edged away from the box unsure of what just happened.

I did unpack all my stuff didn’t I? I got curious and looked through the slit of the boxes flaps and saw a cyan, sky blue, light turquoise, whatever you want to call it colored body with a lock of green and blue hair visible. All of a sudden a slight idea came in my head, but no it was absolutely crazy, or was it. I reached my hands out towards the box and opened the flaps. What I saw was definitely not what I was prepared for.

I saw the sky blue coat, the rainbow hair, and tail, and the body of what definitely looked Equine (the family that what horses, ponies, zebras, etc. were in, and by this one’s appearance of what looked like a character from my favorite television show, it most likely was a pony). At first I didn’t know what to do. But then I thought I knew exactly what to do. Let it live with me; after all this is a very own Rainbow Dash, when in the world do you come across one. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t just dreaming. I knew I wasn’t.

Certain warmness beyond what I have ever felt came upon me. For once I started to feel happy. I knew they existed. I knew the fourth wall didn’t exist. Only thing now is how the heck I would take care of it and what would my mom think. Then I started thinking, how is a character from My Little Pony in the human world. Perhaps they just always existed and this one just came upon me by luck.

“How?” I said under my breath and those sky blue eyelids opened to reveal her familiar rose eyes from the show “Just how and why are you In My Life?”…