Violet Streak

“This is so dumb! Why can’t we stay here?” I asked my mother.

She sighed, probably annoyed that she was telling me this again. “Violet, your father got a new job. A good job. We need to move so he can work there. Please try to understand.”

“I don’t want to understand…” I mumbled as I slumped into a ball on the floor of my room. My room, in my home, in Cloudsdale. I’m a pegasus, just like my parents. I might have only been eight, but that didn’t mean she should have just ignored my opinion. We were supposed to live in the sky, not on the ground in some far-off village. I had been to the ground before. You know what was there? Dirt. Hard. Filthy. Dirt. It wasn’t like the clouds. You can fall onto a cloud and it’s just fluffy and soft, but the ground is hard and unforgiving. It hurts when you hit the ground.

My mother sighed again. “Look. We are moving. You’re just going to have to accept that. Now pack up the rest of your things, we need to be out of the house by tomorrow.”

She left me alone with my suitcase. My room was almost empty anyway. My bed, dresser and toy chest were taken that morning. My closet was empty and most of the stuff I had on the walls were already taken down. My clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, and stuffed animals were already in my suitcase. The only things left were a few family pictures, my Wonderbolts poster, and my most prized possession: my stuffed Rainbow Dash doll complete with Wonderbolts uniform. I wasn’t going to pack Rainbow Dash, though. She was staying with me the whole time, there was no way I would let her out of my sight.

I picked up my family picture. There was my dad with his scruffy black mane and tan coat. He was smiling in his goofy dad way with his hoof over my mom. My mom, with her fire-red mane and sky-blue coat, glanced at him with a big grin. And then there was me, the little sky-blue filly hovering in front of them. My long purple mane blocked a small part of my face as I smiled big for the camera.

After putting the picture in my suitcase, I went to take down my poster. It was an awesome poster. I had gotten it and my Rainbow Dash doll a couple of years ago when my parents took me to a Wonderbolts show for my birthday. The poster had a close-up of Rainbow Dash leaving a rainbow trail after doing her signature move, the Sonic Rainboom. She grinned and had one of her forehooves held out like she wanted a hoof bump for being so awesome. The other members of the team flew next to her on the left and right, leaving fire and smoke trails of their own. All of them together made Rainbow Dash look even cooler.

“Someday,” I said as I hoof-bumped the poster. “Someday I’ll get my cutie mark and be as cool as you, Rainbow Dash. And then I won’t have to live in stupid, old Ponyville.”