Waking up every morning was a drag but not today! No, sir! Today is the day I leave to Ponyville! I've been dreaming of this day since I was little. It's not like I hated my parents. It's just that I've never really been able to travel because of them but now that I'm older, I'm more mature and responsible to spread my pegasus wings and roam wherever I want and do whatever I please. There's just this super teeny tiny problem. I'm not very good at meeting new people and if I'm going to start my life in a new town, I'm going to need some help. Who better than my best friend in the whole wide world, Knit Pink. I've been friends with that fabulous colt since I was born. I was the first pony to find out that he was gay and I still love him to this day.

As I made my morning cereal, I was greeted by my mother. She looked like she had a rough night since I told her that I was leaving the next day. As for dad, he left for work long before I woke up. He was quite the workaholic and it's a reason why I don't really connect with him anymore. Mom was always there for me, though. I wouldn't have made it out of high school without her and she actually created my friendship between Knit and I. Our mothers were always close and we always hung out so we became inseparable as the years past.

"Morning, sweetie. Slept well?", she asked with a groan in her voice.

I nodded in reply because of the cereal in my mouth and her pet peeve for talking with your mouth full. She dragged her hooves to the coffee machine and brewed herself a cup. While the sun peeked through the window, the kitchen filled the air with coffee grinds and the flowers that she planted a few months back.

"So..... Today is the big day.... Are you nervous?", She asked.

I swallowed the last spoonful of cereal and looked over my shoulder. I noticed the worry in her eyes as she waited for an answer. It's going to be hard to say goodbye. You see, Knit's mom died about two years ago and mom has been a wreck since. Knit hasn't been the same either so I try not to mention the "m" word around him. He treats my mom like he did his though and that's why she insisted on letting me take him with me. Whatever I wouldn't do, he would either remind me or do it for me.

"No, I'm not nervous at all. I'm more excited than anything", I replied.

She stood quiet as she wrapped her mouth around the handle and poured herself a cup of coffee. She turned towards me and put the cup down on the table as we both heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered the door to find my best friend on the other side. He pounced on me and embraced my side with squeals like a schoolgirl.

"Scrib!! Oh mah gawsh! I missed you so much, pudding cup!!", he said.

I laughed and shut the door behind him. He scuffed up my hair and trotted his way into the kitchen to greet my mom. She smiled weakly because she was so tired but she managed to give him a hug. He turned towards me and sat while rubbing his hooves together. Mom took a sip of her coffee and attempted to fix her hair with her hoof but it was unsuccessful.

"Scribby, you ready to go?", he said.

I signaled him to shush because its a heavy burden on my mother's heart so he shut up and changed the subject. He asked about my day and it really was a blank conversation starter considering that my day has just started. He got up and felt he overstayed his welcome so trotted upstairs to my room. Mom looked at me with a chuckle and sipped more of her coffee. She then nodded her head and said, "Go on ahead. He's more excited than you are. I'll be fine"

I agreed with her and hopped up the stairs to my room. I smile at Knit and drag out my luggage bag out from under my bed. It wasn't quite full yet but I didn't have much to take with me. All I had was my scarf for winter, my brushes [one for mane and one for coat], my rain boots, a few pictures of my parents and me as a colt, my nerd glasses and a few hipster outfits that help me stand out, and my toothbrush.

"Soooooooo you ready to hop on that train yet?", he asked.

"I suppose. I'm just worried about my ol' mare. I just hope she can handle herself without me", I replied while packing the last few things I had.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine. Remember when we snuck out to go camping for an entire weekend?", He said with reassurance in his voice.

"Yeah and she was nearly shipped to the Manehattan Insane Asylum because she kept screaming my name with running in the streets. I was grounded for almost a month, Knit", I said.

He paused then said, "Touchè. But she turned out fine. Plus, we didn't tell her we were leaving. You told her this time where you were going. She's prepared to worry."

I pulled the bag towards the door and looked over at Knit. He was always so optimistic and I suppose if it weren't for him, I'd most likely be dead or really depressed. Plus his pinkish purple coat brought me happiness and joy. I don't know, maybe it was the color or something. I even remember the day I helped him get his cutie mark which also sparked his confidence. You see, he was the quiet one at school and I knew why. He never got to show his true colors because he was afraid people would judge him... We were just little colts then and I remember Knit was staring at this list that other ponies signed....

~Flashback~

"Hey Knit! Whatchya looking at?"

"Oh just the try outs for the school play. All the colts joined the hoofball team but I really want to sing and dance on stage with all these cool costumes.... but.... I'm not a filly..."

"So? That shouldn't stop you. I've seen you dance, buddy. I think this is just what you need"

He signed the form and trotted off happily. The day of the auditions weren't so great but Knit was ready for it....

"Next up is.... Knit Pink", called the assistant principal.

He looked so happy with his scarf he made himself the night before. There were a lot of people in the audience and they all were shocked to hear his name echo in the auditorium. Silence filled the air as he made his way to the center stage.

"Mr. Pink, what shall you be performing for us?"

"A scene from A Canterlot Tail by Steven Spurrsberg"

I was waving at him from the front row and clopped my hooves together to cheer him on with as least noise as I can. I was all for him and I've been practicing with him all week for it. He had all the words down packed so I knew he was a shoo in... but the first word that came out of his mouth started an onslaught of homophobic comments which shattered Knit's self esteem and brought him to tears. It was that time that I knew I had to step in. I hopped up on the stage and stomped my hoof so hard, it might have dented the stage. The echo traveled all throughout the auditorium and it was the only noise I heard by the time it bounced back to Knit and I.

I then moved over and let Knit continue. Knit began his routine and everyone stood quiet with some snickering here and there. Once he finished, the judges all clopped their hooves together in utter shock at his grace and pitch. Once it was all over, I talked with Knit backstage and he told me that he was scared to perform because everyone talked about him but he told me that when we talked, he felt better and more open to do anything he wanted. He then told me that he was interested and attracted to other colts but he said I had a special place in his heart. It was at that moment we became best friends. He hugged me and there it was- Knit's cutie mark. It looked like the male symbol with a microphone tied to it. I swear, I've never seen Knit so happy in his entire life! Well this one time but that's a bit personal.

~end flashback~

Knit was all giddy and staring at my bedroom clock. He had already folded all my posters and put them in my bag while I was having the flashback. I sat on my bed and realized how empty my room was with all my stuff put away. I felt a little sad about it but it's how everypony feels when leaving their parents house. I didn't shed any tears though... that was.... until my mom set hoof in the room. She looked around and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Once she opened her eyes, they were filled with tears. I wasn't sure if there were happy or sad tears but just the water in her eyes made me weak. I tried hard not to cry just for her. I wanted to show her how strong I was and that I was able to make this big step for myself.

"I'm going to miss you....", She stifled between gasps for air.

I patted her back and sniffled a few times. We then parted our embrace and she wiped the tears from her eyes. I gestured Knit to drag my stuff outside so I can talk to my mom privately. Once Knit disappeared with my bag, I turned to my mom and sighed.

"Mom... You know that whatever happens, you know where to find me, right?"

"Of course, dear. I know you'll do great things. I will always be here for you just in case anything goes wrong. You'll still be a colt to me but I know you need this. I love you, son"

"I love you too, mom. I will send you a letter as soon as I get there. Wish me luck"

She kissed my head one last time and walked me downstairs to the front door. I smiled at her and then grabbed my bag in my mouth. I strolled down to the train station with Knit after we picked up his luggage. We were both so excited as we boarded and seated. I took the seat by the window and admired the last few things about Manehattan. I'm really going to miss this place but its for the best...

Author's Note

So this is my very first book and I just wanna hear your feedback on the first chapter and ask if I should tweak anything. I'm new here and my sister is actually Pixel Berry98. You should check out her stories, she has more books than I. Hope you enjoyed it!