Dear journal...

by Appl3dashie

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy
Length: 911

A story on real life experiences with my oc.

Dear journal,
School drama sucks.
-Hourglass.

Oh well Hourglass's life sucks. Let's face it. She can't do anything about it. But there are always the time's in life when the universe looks down on you and say's it's okay. And the universe is staring down on her now.
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A few stories from the daily life of me with my oc Hourglass. These are all based off my real life and just tweaked so yeah enjoy!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-19 04:35:29 UTC

18th May 2015.

I forgot to mention in my last entry later that I have been having problems at school every single year. I can sorta keep track of my problems from prep to grade 5. So far here it is:

Prep: Trying to find friends.

Grade 1: Still a loner. Trying to find friends.

Grade2: FIND THOSE FRIENDS WOMAN!

Grade 3: Dealing with bullies/Whaleboss and OwlStar?

Grade 4: OwlStar problems.

Grade 5: OwlStar problems (again.) and boy issues.

If you've ever been in a boy issue I tell you. It's not fun. My crush is well... Highscore. He's funny and a good gamer as well. Then there's Smasher he's rough but I still like him as a friend. One day they were wrestling each other. Then my friend Whaleboss thought it'd be funny if she joined in. Things soon got pretty messy. They started going for her. I had to step in. So I pushed Smasher off her and pushed Highscore away. Then Smasher went for me.

God.

Quickly I kicked him in the ankle. Then ran over to Whaleboss. Smasher walked off to the playground. Whaleboss said thanks and ran to the playground as well. I was just standing there with Highscore. I was thinking of either saying hi or just walking away when he softly punched me on the chest. My heart shattered into a million pieces in that second.

Instead of feeling sad and heartbroken I was curious. Why would someone as nice as him do that? Then lately he hasn't been speaking to me. I'm hopping out of the love circle. It was fun while it lasted.

Anyway what else? Oh I'm trying to forget yesterday.

Here is what happened.

I was walking with Paintdrop (my other friend.) down a ramp then I was shoved on the back. It was Smasher. Ha. He thought it as a game. At first anyway. So I chased him to the playground and we started play fighting. Until Bloodred came in. Ugh! I should've known not to fight in front of him. He thought I was actually hurting Smasher then he ran up and pinned me against the wooden board. He punched me in the chest 3 times.

I got around him and dug my hoof in and dragged it across his neck. It left dark red blood spots. Obviously we got called after play but still! Sorry mum called me. Gotta run!

--Hourglass.

17th of May 2015.

Hi I'm Hourglass. I'm your average unicorn living in Ponyville. Not over the top and not... lame. Just me. Lime green eyes and light blue coat. With a light blue mane and a yellow streak running through the middle. Nothing amazing. I go to Ponyville Primary. It's where drama happens, I met my friends and heaps of other stuff. Then there's my parents. Goldcoin and Static. Goldcoin is my mother who works very hard for our family and then Static is my dad. I love him as well.

Then there is my four sides. On one side I'm happy, sad and angry then on my second side I'm a total maniac. My third is serious and quiet and my fourth deals with any other emotion there is. Otherwise I'm totally normal.

There is also another problem... It's about my lips. During summer my lips can get really dry. I have to put on this special lip balm from the doctors. Man it's a bummer. I mean... once I was on the schoolyard and most ponies didn't talk to me because of my lips. Only my friends.

Anyway so it's 2015. Which means grade 5 for me. Which mean's I'm with the kids from grade 3.... Who I really don't like. I got bullied in Grade 3. Just because of a stupid egg. So when I walked into my classroom on the first day I was freaking out. Now I'm okay with talking to the grade sixes. But I never ever talk to Kicker. He bullied me in grade 3. This is what happened.

My mum cooked me egg for lunch and we had lunch right after art so I had a little bit of texta on my finger and it got on the egg.

Big deal right?

So it was only a small blue spot and the boys on my table started joking and teasing me about it. Normally I would've screamed and slapped them like there is no tomorrow but I was in Grade 3. What did you expect me to do.

I was so lucky my eyes didn't give way because I was going to start letting tears trickle down. But then I told the teacher and Kicker yelled out:

"YOU CAN'T HANDLE A JOKE HUH?" Instead of feeling sad I felt like punching him right in the gut but I couldn't. The teacher told us to settle down and calm ourselves. So I walked with Quietleaves outside then caught up with my friends.

What a bunch of morons. Grade 4 was probably the best year of my life. My crush was in my class, all my friends were there and best of all: ALL THE GRADE 4S MOVED UP INTO GRADE 5! Woot woot! But the year went quick and before I knew it I'm stuck in grade five. Great.

Today I'm ready to go to school but we still have 20 minutes or something left so I'm here. Writing this. Time for breakfast... now.

Later!

---Hourglass.