I sighed as I picked up the paper plate I had used and carried it into the kitchen, tossing it into the trash and trotting over to the sink. As I washed my hooves I let out a small sigh and looked towards the front door. The door had once been a shiny black door, I remember when my sister, Flitter, and I had brought it home and set it up. It had taken us a couple hours just to get the door on the hinges and when we did we realized we put the door on wrong. Sadly, the door lost it's "new" look months ago, and the black paint had started to peel off, revealing the rough wooden surface that had been under the paint. That wooden surface had given me tons of splinters and I almost kicked a hole threw the door out of anger quite a few times. Flitter said the door had "memories" though, and that she refused to get a new one.
Speaking of Flitter, where is she? I thought she was supposed to be home hours ago. I should've guessed she would've done something like this. Flitter used be such a happy filly. So shy and kind, she was. She would help me home after I would get in a fight with one of the foals at school, she would encourage me when I was scared or nervous to do something, or she would comfort me when I was sad or lonely. I guess she grew out of her nice ways, 'cause we never really talk much anymore. It's always a door to the face and when I try to come in she always shuts me out, puts in her ears buds and turns away. I'm worried about her, honestly. I mean, she's my little sister, I always worry about her. She wears a lot of black these days. I remember when we were little she had this cute little pink bow her always wore in her mane. Well, guess that's changed along with her personality. She still wear a bow in her mane, just it's black. She also wears a black leather jacket and some weird necklace that I can never get a good glance of. I don't think a day has gone by when she doesn't look like she hasn't slept in days from the amount of makeup she wears too.
Does she even sleep anymore? I can hardly tell. I haven't been in her room in ages. I remember there used to be tons of pink and glitter and girly posters and stuffed animals everywhere. She used to love this one boy band called One Way. She had a little stuffed doll of her favorite band member, the drummer, and she would cuddle with it every night. It was cute, to see her asleep peacefully holding this two bit doll that she thought was absolutely priceless. Those days are gone though, whenever I go to peek my head in her room the door is locked, and she changed the knob when I wasn't home one day so only she had the key. She's smart, a hell lot smarter than me, anyways. She'd fool my parents when she did something bad and tricked them into thinking she was completely innocent, she'd charm them into letting her do whatever she wanted. Heck, she did it to me probably tons of times. I always gave into her innocent looks and soft, shy tone. You would too, if you met the young her. Trust me, you would.
She lost her innocent looks though to our parents death, as I already told you. Our parents had been in a taxi coming home from work one day on a really stormy day and their crappy taxi stallion and smashed right into another cart, causing every pony in each cart to die. The only pony to survive the accident was the taxi stallion, but Flitter had told me he shot himself because of all the guilt he felt. I still am kind of uneasy explaining it to new ponies. It's just a topic I don't like talking about, you know what I mean? I mean, think about it. Would you like telling ponies how your parents died? It sucks telling them they're dead in general! And then I look like a Pegasus that's afraid of heights if I don't explain to them how their lives were taken! What's even worse is that I sometimes end up in tears, which is just and awkward and awful situation for every pony.
The door opened abruptly and my ears shot up. I suppose I had gone off in a daydream, huh? I watched as Flitter trotted into the door, closing and locking it behind her. She had a crap ton of keys on her key chain, and I have no idea why. I mean, I never really ASKED why, but I never had a reason to. Nor did I care enough to ask, it was probably for where ever she worked at (if she did even work. I doubt she does but if I keep lying to myself that she does work hopefully It'll come true....) Hey! Maybe that's where she was! Maybe I have no reason to be nervous for Flitter, maybe she was just late at work... I'll go ahead an ask.
"Hey Flits." I smiled and called out to the mare, who was halfway up the stairs. I watched her as she sighed and faked a smile, trotting back down the stairs.
"Yes Cloud Chaser? What do you need?" She asked seeming slightly irritated I had stopped her. I found this kind of questionable, but I just shook it off (for now.) She could just be tired from work, if that's where she was at.
"Where were you..? It's like, eleven, and I told you to be home by eight... " I told her in my best calm, mature voice. After all, I kind of have to be the mature one since I'm the oldest of the both of us.
"I um... Well... I certainly was somewhere..." She stated simply. I could tell she was going to try to weasel her way out of this, but this was a crappy answer and certainly confirmed my suspicions that she lost her innocent act the day she turned into this silent gothic freak... Wait.. Did I just call my sister that..? Never mind. I sighed as I rolled my eyes and smiled a bit, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Where is somewhere Flits... you can tell me..." I wanted my little sister to trust me with this secret she had. I was so sick of her running off without me knowing and then not returning for hours.
"Well... Can you keep a secret...?"
Author's Note
This is just an introduction.. More will be completed soon. Constructive Criticism is welcomed warmly, I love hearing what you have to say!
