Vibrations swam through the crowd as people stomped, clapped, and danced (well 'danced' wasn't quite the term for most people) in time with the blaring speakers that flanked each side of the comparably small, make-shift stage. The wooden deck creaked beneath the hundreds of white shirts, worn for the "Hot-White Dance Party." The stars were barely showing as colored lights bounced off of the miniature water park behind the stage. Unfortunately, it closed after seven, leaving only a ghost and the whole center of the deck black against the night. As the horizon faded into nothingness against the cold, dark waves of the ocean, the ship was alive. Huge smokestacks stabbed at the sky and sent smog billowing into the clouds. And among all the night around us, we were full of life.

Along each side of the dance floor were small huts, each used for different purposes. The one on the starboard side (or bow, I couldn't really tell at that point), there was a bar selling (non-alcoholic) drinks. I sat in one of the surprisingly comfortable seats as the crowd behind me flailed their arms to the Macarena. I sipped my third... fourth maybe? Now that I think about it, they might have been slipping alcohol into our drunks, bu did I care? Of course not! As far as I knew, me and this filly from Trotlanta were having the time of our lives on this amazing (and extremely expensive) boat.

And then I saw something. Something that didn't quite make much sense. A mare was staring at me. No, not staring, it was the look your mother gave you after she finds out you're guilty of doing drugs. A deep scowl drew dark lines across her face as her sky blue eyes bore through me. It was like she could see inside me and tell my exact thoughts. Her long, elegant brown mane went down to her knees and made her yellow coat stand out among the crowd.

We shared a stare down for five seconds, then I decided she looks like she needs a friend, and promptly gestured for her to come over. She gave no indication of response. The waiter that was refilling my cola gave me a puzzled look. I shrugged and then looked back.

She wasn't there. I must be insane, I thought. But I remember seeing her. She was there when I banged my head off of the water slide, when I almost slipped down a flight of stairs during a race with my brother to see who was faster, and most importantly, she was there the first night at the teen lounge when i could finally make some friends. Coincidence? I think NOT! But those moments slipped my mind as my eyes adjusted to the void of black beyond the party, desperately searching for the girl. Soon enough I was getting begged onto the dance floor for the Cupid Shuffle.

It came to my mind recently because, well... strange things have been happening. The reason I'm writing this journal... I have to express my thoughts, but I have no one to turn to. So I need to find My Guardian. She will help me.

My Guardian

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Story created by Techno Flare

Author's Note

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