Tuesday, September 17th (My Birthday)
Tuesday, September 17th
Today is my 12th birthday! Too bad I have school. At least I’ll see my friends.
I walk to school and see the main bully, Andrew, walk up with his dumb posse.
“Hi, klutz!” he says, with a dumb smirk on his face.
“Don’t call me that!”
“Why not? You are one.”
“I know that. Why do you think my friends call me Crash Landing?”
I saw an expression on his face, it looked like he was either constipated or thinking. For being one of the smartest kids in my grade, he was an idiot. His posse just stood there, staring into space.
I just snuck past him and ran inside.
I saw my friend waiting for me on the risers. My friend Kat, or SkyCake was there, but I didn’t see the others.
“Hi Kat!”
“Happy Birthday, Crash Landing!”
Kat handed me a big, wrapped present.
“Thanks!”
I was about to open it, but Kat told me not to.
The bell rang and we both ran upstairs. I saw my group of friends standing around my locker with presents.
“Happy Birthday!”
People walking around in the hallway looked at us like we were crazy. My friends there were FireRose, Soprano, and my boyfriend Flicker.
I shoved my presents in my locker, except my birthday crown, which Soprano gave me. I grabbed my homework book, homework folder and my subject binders.
I ran to homeroom and sat in my desk.
The day was normal. At the end of the day, I had P.E. and Health. Today we had to run a mile. I don’t have the name Crash Landing for nothing.
Not only do I will fall when I run, I hate it and am bad at it.
One of the worst things is that Andrew is in my P.E. class.
The P.E. teacher blew his whistle and yelled “GO!”
I ran as fast as I could and wound up next to Andrew. I tried to get ahead of him but he kept running at the same speed as me.
During the fourth lap, Andrew and I still running side-by-side, Andrew extended his leg out in front of me and I tripped over his leg, getting a face full of grass and dirt.
I lay there, on the ground, my thoughts filled with anger.
I got up and ran towards Andrew, who had just finished, now standing next to the P.E. teacher.
“Andrew cheated! He tripped me!”
The P.E. teacher turned to him and said “Is that true, Andrew?”
“No, that’s ridiculous!”
Andrew was given a death glare by our P.E. teacher.
Andrew sighed. “Fine. I tripped her.”
“Crash Landing, you get Andrew’s score, which is seven minutes, twenty-eight seconds. Andrew you get Crash’s score, which is eleven minutes, thirty-seven seconds.”
Andrew was mad. Very mad. I was happy because for once I got a good score at running.
After P.E, I had Health. I ran there and got there on time. Andrew, is also is my Health class.
Wait, one minute. I know what you are thinking or saying out. “Maybe Andrew likes you!” That is what my mom said. You know what? Screw that!
Sometimes, boys can be such creeps, but I won’t be too detailed right know.
The ride home on the bus was no better. Greg and his twin brother Jacob were annoying me on the bus. The only reason they were doing that is because they don’t like the fact that I like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, which is my favorite show.
Finally, my bus stop came and I ran all the way to my house.
I placed the presents from my friends on my fireplace and started my homework. Ugh, Math.
When I finished, I had dinner which was my favorite food, chicken parmesan.
I finally got to open my presents. My two sisters came, but my brother sent me a present by mail, since he lives in Boston, MA.
The first present was a Derpy messenger bag, from my mom.
I got so many presents, most of them pony related. My favorite gifts were seven pony stuffed animals, or so I thought.
I got Rainbow Dash from my brother, Octavia and Rarity from one sister, Pinkie Pie from the other, Twilight Sparkle from my mom and Fluttershy and Applejack from my dad.
I ran upstairs and took the tags off of my ponies. I placed them in a shoebox so they could stand up. I turned on my TV and watched My Little Pony. During the theme song, I heard singing from behind me.
I spun around real fast and saw that the ponies were singing. I fainted.
I remember feeling something jumping up and down on my face.
“What happened?”
Pinkie jumped up and down. “Well-you-fainted-after-hearing-us-sing!”
I just stared at what I was looking at. Ponies. Talking ponies. Cartoon characters from my favorite show.
“Rarity? Rainbow? Pinkie? Twilight? Fluttershy? Applejack? Octavia?”
Twilight’s ears perked up. “How do you know our names?”
“Well, let me explain. All of you are cartoon characters. I know this may sound crazy, but watch this.”
I sat in front of my TV and watched A Canterlot Wedding with the ponies. They all remember that happening, but in their own perspectives.
When it was done, they all had the same expression on their face, very confused.
Rainbow flew around my face and said “What the hay was that?!”
I showed them some YouTube videos that explained bronies and how the show was created. I think they understand, as much as they can anyways.
After a long birthday, I decided to go to bed. I asked the seven ponies to sing Winter Wrap Up, Octavia playing the cello. Each pony sang beautifully, sounding exactly the same as in the episode. Each pony sang beautifully and I fell asleep to begin the next day.
