Manehattan Dreams

I walked down the streets of Manehattan with my sister. We were going to school. I was wearing a pink frock. I will start 4th grade today. I looked at all the skyscrapers, wondering who built them. My short, red tail dragged behind me. I felt a small gust of wind. My lunch I was carrying was not heavy, but not light. My sister, who is an 8th grader at another school, pulled up her short, black dress. Her orange coat reminded me of Applejack, and her pink mane reminded me of my mother. We split ways, since her school is a couple of blocks away from mine. I was here, the building was two stories high. I walked into the cream colored building, seeing that crowds of elementary students were here. I trotted up the stairs to my classroom. The walls were painted blue, with little desks. This is my school.