Just like my mother

Just like my mother

Stuck in the past

"You can just call me when I get back, I'll be fine until then..." Wildsoak mumbled in her sleep. "I've got work to do. You can meet me after six" It was a nice sunny morning and she didn't know that she was late for work - despite the fact that she lives at work. Wild was half asleep and thought that the phone had gone off at eight o'clock in the morning - it didn't. Soon, a light gold Pegasus with brown hair rushed though the air to get to his sister.

"Sis! You're late for work!" Ticket flash called, flying to the right side of the window to see what Wildsoak was up to. "Go away..." Wild turned over to the other side of the bed, facing her back to her brother "I'm sleeping. It's only six"

Ticket seemed a bit dumbfounded when he heard his sister say that it was two hours earlier. "No it's not. It's eight!" He rolled his eyes, before adding "duh! Check the clock!" Wildsoak didn't bother to check the time as she was desperate to get more sleep. She had a rough night last night and could fall asleep until after dark. She hadn't told anyone as of why.

"Don't make me drag you out of bed!" Ticket flash teased, hovering into Wildsoak's bedroom. His sister didn't respond, tugging the blanket harder over her body. The male Pegasus waited a few minutes to see if she'd wake up. Nothing happened

He rolled his eyes and soon whipped the blanket off Wildsoak quicker than the blink of an eye.

"Hey! Give me back my blanket!" Wild squawked and tried to get the blanket back, out of her younger brother's grip.

"Uh-uh! Not until you get to work, sis!" Ticket flash smiled, before quickly flying off with the blanket, leaving his sister blanket-less. "Ticket! Don't fly off with the blanket! I mean it!" Wildsoak grumbled, knowing that her fight with her brother was over. Feeling a bit defeated, she walked down the hallway and out of her beach house home into the warmth of the Gold Coast. "Do I have to do work...? I mean, I promised something for my mother..."

She rushed back inside and soon grabbed and crumpled paper, with writing from her mother. The writing had the charm of years old emotion - put into every word and sentence.

Inside the letter, it said;

Dear Wildsoak - my lovely daughter,

I know that this sounds far-fetched, but our family is supposed to be part of our local Wonderbolts. My dad has been part of the team for years, and I'm supposed to be next in line.

Can you do me a favour and become the next Wonderbolt in our family? I know you might not have too much time when you grow up, but trust me, you're going to need the skills in case I die or anything else happens during my test.

I know you'll be a great wonderbolt.

Have fun with the next few years, sweetie!

~Stormy weather

Wild sighed.

"...Wish you weren't dead, ma'"