Manehattan Dreams

by Pegasister10

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 302

Babs is 3 years old, her parents are moving. She is excited and scared. Starting preschool, new friends, how is this possible!

Manehattan Is tough.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-21 21:19:00 UTC

Big city

I walked off the train. I looked up. I saw skyscrapers and clouds. I walked down to one building. It was ours. Mommy, daddy, and my sister were staring at it. It was huge, it looked about 100 floors tall.

"Daddy, whats that big thing on the top?" My sister questioned.

"Sweetie, its called a penthouse." He replied sweetly.

We walked up to the building. It was cold inside. The lobby smelled like sweet mangos, and the carpet was made out of silk. I walked to a chair that was as red as an apple on our old apple farm in Baltimare. I looked out the window. Ponies walking by were in fancy coats and designer dresses. One unicorn walked by and was wearing the prettiest dress around. She looked my age. Maybe she goes to my new school.

Anyways, my name is Babs Seed

School

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.