Chapters I'm now broke because I wasted every bit I had on art supplies, so I can't move back to Cloudsdale on my own. However, I'm willing to do whatever means necessary to get back and walk on the familiar fluffy, white streets. I have two plans ready in action for this. The first one is I try to sneak in. I flew up to Cloudsdale, where I was certain there was no security. Then, I just blended in.
Well, that worked for about a week, before I tried to use my moms back-up credit card at a grocery store and they found out that, one, I wasn't mom at ALL, and secondly, we moved out of Cloudsdale. They escorted me out of the premisses to a nearby police station, when the police pegasi flew me back to my house and explained the whole problem to mom.
"Thank you for your time." Mom said. She didn't let me go upstairs. That was red flag numbers 1-100. As soon as they left, she closed the door slowly. Red flag number 101...
"HARMONIC BRUSH, WHAT IN THE WORLD MADE YOU THINK IT WAS OKAY TO GO BACK TO CLOUDSDALE?! BY YOURSELF, AS WELL? I WAS WORRIED SICK!" And, boom goes the dynamite. I almost flinched and cowered at how loud she was, and I wanted too.
But I didn't. If I've ever learned anything from constantly getting in trouble, it was to stand your ground and don't look scared.
"Sorry mom." I said clearly. "I just wanted to visit dad again." Rule number two of getting in trouble, find a good way out of it. I can make up convincing excuses like that. The best excuses are if you get on mom's soft side. The excuse I just flung at her seemed to hit her hard. She paused, staring off into space.
A few seconds later, she started sounding like a fish gasping for air, and I realized she was crying. Without warning, she pulled me in for a hug. Luckily, when she's sad like this, logic doesn't get to her that much. She didn't even question why I was visiting him for a week.
"Harmonic, I'm so-so sorry." Her voice wavered. She released me and went upstairs without another word.
Ok, Plan A failed... I thought, as soon as she left. Now for plan B. It included Daffodil Rose.
"Ooo, I get to be a part of a plan? What do I do? What do I say? What do I wear?" Daffodil chattered away. Listening to her was already giving me a headache, and I've only been with her for two seconds. She was Lightning's friend. Made sense, Lightning always had a bad choice of friends, in my humble opinion.
I put her in front of our door. "Just be yourself." I said sweetly.
...The Past Will Haunt...
I personally, would love to be anywhere but here. Precisely, Cloudsdale. Not that Fillydalphia isn't a bad place. On the contrary, it's swell, to say the least. I've met a good amount of friendly ponies while I've been here, which is about seven years, but I don't have any particular interest in becoming their friend. I'd rather read or draw.
I do have a lovely coltfriend, though. His name is Lunar Moonlight. He's Luna's cousin's daughter's son. So, in a way, he's royalty. But, even if he wasn't, that would be OK with me. However, I did not write you this to bore you with my daily lifestyle routine. No, there's a problem I've been having for a while.
I can't move back to Cloudsdale. I wish to so very badly, but I just...can't.
I suppose I should tell you why, so you won't be in the dark.
It all started when we found out my dad, Stormy Skies, died. Our family, consisting of my mom, Rainy Wind, my younger sister, Lightning Orchid, and I, Harmonic Brush, was a complete and total mess, to be blunt. Lightning kept asking me if dad was coming back. She was in the denial state. My mom kept snapping at us every chance she got. She was in the anger state. I was thinking of suicide, for I was in the depression state.
One of the things that helped me out of my depression state was my love for drawing. Over a while, drawing became my passion and I sold some of it around Cloudsdale for two bits a piece.
Then I found out we were moving.
"Mom, why do we have to move?!" I remember complaining to her. She already had Lightning's bags packed, and was forcing me to pack as well. I was stalling as much as possible., watching TV, asks mom questions, pacing around the house, etc.
Mom shot me a look. I knew that look, I got it frequently. "I mean, I'm just wondering. Not upset at all." I said, then looked away, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I was screaming my lungs out. Dad died a year ago! Yes, we all miss him! No need to move!!
As if reading my thoughts, my mom darkened her expression. "I'll have you know, Harmonic, we are leaving because this house carries the soul of your late father, and if you don't care, so be it. I'm the mom, I MAKE THE DECISIONS!" She left with a flick of her tail. I blinked. That was intense. But not as intense as past times, fortunaley.
That afternoon, we flew down to Fillydalphia, a new town for us. I was planning to sell all of my art pieces.
But things didn't turn out the way I planned, and I want to go back.
...The Present is a gift you live with.
I rang the bell then ducked behind a bush off to the side of the house. The plan was that Daffodil, an obvious chatterbox, was going to distract mom while I snuck around the back to get my belongings. My pre-packed belongings. If there was anypony who would help me with this, it would probably be Lunar.
Hopefully...
The best part was, Lightning was down at Annie's house, having a sleepover, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Daffodil wouldn't mind. She would be too busy talking to let mom speak, anyways.
As soon as I heard "Oh, hello, Lightning's mom." I was out of the bush and at the back door, with speeds that rivaled the likes of Rainbow Dash. I knew right away the Daffodil was chatting up a storm. I could hear her all the way from here, mom attempting to get some words in.
I flew upstairs to my opened bedroom window, that my mom had been in constantly ever since I 'moved' to Cloudsdale.
I grabbed my stuff, wrote a note, and was about to leave, until I heard "Lightning isn't here, sweetie."
Oh, darn. I froze like an ice cube. Please don't blow my cover. PLEASE don't blow my cover..!!!l
"Oh, I know." Daffodil said. My whole body went stiff.
Just shut up now... I thought, desperately.
"Then why are you here?" I could hear my heart beating wildly.
"I don't really know why...Harmonic told me that I was needed for a plan, and when I asked about it, she said 'just be yourself'...?
Darn, darn, darn, drat! I was in smoking amounts of trouble. There was no way I could even try to sweet-talk my way out.
"Oh, she did, did she...?" My mom asked.
Fly! My brain screamed, but I was as stiff as a statue.
"Harmonic...could you come downstairs please...?" I SO knew that tone she held. It was basically her saying Come down here before I have to pull your whole mane out!
I was so dead.
Fly! * Fly!!** FLY!!!* I was still stuck.
As soon as I heard mom's hoofsteps, though, I was out of there like a bullet. Fear propelled through me as I reached, what I thought, was the fastest I'd ever flown. My wings would be cramped tomorrow, but I didn't care. I flew straight to Lunar's house, and told him what happened.
"Well, why don't you go back?" he asked. He and I were sitting on the living room couch, the rest eating dinner.
"If I go back, I will
He finally gave in and let me stay with him. I miss my family, but, it's best I stay away. Besides, his house is closer to Cloudsdale.
