My Spring Break in the EverFree Forest

Day 4, 3:30 a.m

So, Journal, I couldn't sleep. I was too afraid they were coming for me. Yeah, I know the ponies are nice and believe in friendship, but still. Who knows what they might do to me? "An hairless Gorilla." Anything. I mean, all I know about there world is what I see in the show. Not what else they do. They could actually...pillage...beat...or even be cannibals. Who knows?!

  Anyway, I'm laying here in my sleeping bag. My dad was snoring real loud. It was one of the reasons I couldn't sleep. While awake, I listened to the sounds of nature- wolves, bears, mating, and crickets.So peaceful. (Dang...I forgot I can't convey sarcasm in writings) It was terrible. The sounds of nature suck. I can't see how people fall asleep to them. Gotta be weird as hell  heck.

Then, I heard it. The sound of clopping. Shut up, journal! Not that clopping. The walking kind. Two sets I believe. They got closer and closer until they were right behind the tent.  I heard whispers, but not actual words. The hooves walk around the tent, their two silhouettes following along the tents outside. They stopped right outside the front. A purple aura surrounded the zipper, and it began to lower. My heart pace quickened; my breathing deepened. I thought it was all over until the zipper began to go up. The ponies set something down before quickly trotting off. I didn't dare go outside. Only lay there in fear.

I need to sleep and let off the pony stress, Jessica.

(10:34 a.m)

My dad finally wakes up. He seems refreshed and happy, but he didn't know we had late night visitors. He exits the tent , but stops. He reaches down to pick something up. He looks confused and reenters the tent. He gently nudges me to force me from my hard earned sleep. I awake-sadly- to him sitting my phone on my leg.

"Why did you leave your phone outside on the ground?" he said.

"I don't know...must have fallen out." I reply.

My father simply shrugs as he leaves to cook breakfast. I sigh in relief to have my phone back. Weirdly enough, it's fully charged. I go outside the tent to find any trace of the ponies, but there's none to be found. Just stupid nature. I'll write more later, journal. Now, I have to cook.

Maybe the ponies aren't evil, Jessica.

(6: 40 p.m)

Long story short. Nothing happened. I ate, we nature watched, Ate again. No sign of ponies.