Abrupt Sense of Flames

Chapter One-

  As you hear a faint noise, scuttling below your hooves, you could care less as your eyes remain shut, drunk of the morning and being in your bed as you know you won’t be for much longer.

  Knowing what importance today holds, you slowly crawl out of the confines of your bed sheets. Rubbing your eyes you drag your self over to the mirror to find a young colt staring back at you. His cyan main in a jumbled mess, the feathers of his wings are spread in every direction and his slightly darker shade of cyan coat stuck together of grime and Celestia know what. "This is going to be.. fun", you think to yourself. Your uncle (or what’s left of one), Shrivelton, is sending you down to Ponyville. You don’t even know why. It may seem that he just doesn’t want to take care of you or even see you. Or perhaps it may be that he is being forced by the Cloudsdale Police.

  Your uncle has never been a roll model or even a figure for that matter, coming home late, drunk, and yelling at you for little to no reason. You've always thought about running away but where would you go? Where could you take your sister and be safe? After finding out about the house you think that this may be a spark of hope for you and Cherry Twinkle.

  Now all those aforementioned thoughts are no longer needed. You would be in Ponyville, caring for only yourself and your sister.

  Your uncle already somehow, knowing his drunken, nonchalant, irresponsible self to not get anything done but eat, sleep, shit day-to-day basis, has somehow gotten you a job in the library for some part time work, as an assistant.

  You know nothing much of the place. Not even what the building looks like. But you are to be an assistant to who ever works there full time.

  Your not a big fan of the idea but its something to do while your there.

  Shrivelton is leaving you with 700 bits to last you as long as he says “whenever I see you again”. He says it’s supposed to be used for “emergency’s only” but you could give less shits about his rules.

  Taking your bag in which you had packed in the quondam night. Filled with only what you had perceived to be the essentials. A tooth brush, tooth paste, clothes, some candy, the small leather sack of bits, and picture of your parents.

  Your head down the hall to your sister room quietly. Not trying to wake her abruptly, you slowly peeled the door out of its resting slot in the wall, being careful of the loud creeks the door is known to have, and slowly began to saunter towards where little Cherry slept. Content on Celestia knows what kind of dreams this hyperactive little filly could have.

  “Wake up Cherry,” you whisper “The shipping ponies will be here soon so you need to get ready to go.”

  She slowly turns he head towards you, as it was facing away from you and whispers, “But I don’t want to get up,” in a jiving and yet solemn tone.

  “I know but we will be leaving soon, can’t you not wait to see your new friends?” you ask in a ecstatic attempt to get her up.

  “No,” she says sharply, “Im almost out of my grade and im the only filly in all of Cloudsdale to not have her cutie mark yet! Its not going to change at all there, I bet they all have their cutie marks. All the fillies will make fun of me.”

  “No they wont Cherry, this is a whole new group of ponies. Im sure you can find one that hasn’t found their special calling. You need to think on the Brightside!” cheerfully, still trying to get her out of bed.

  “Its no use, nopony wants to be my friend.” Sending another sharp glaze at you before turning back over on her pillow, flailing the sheets back over her head.

  “I’ll make cinnamon rolls.” You say galvanizing to the mount of sheets.

Instantly the mound of covers that previously enveloped the young filly erupts all over the room, simultaneously grabbing her clothes and negligently throwing them into her rucksack.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” You say chuckling to your self from the excitement and energy be exerted by the filly.