My bed is the most comfortable place in the known universe at the end of each day. My head pounds under the stress after thinking all day, non-stop, in one spot. Writing is definitely something hard to do.
I’d lay down every night and sleep in a matter of minutes, without fail. That was my routine. Sleeping was a great way to get new ideas and re-energize whenever the need would arise.
I was lucky enough to still be a part of Canterlot High School, but homework would have to wait until later. I was happy to have supportive friends, but their texts would have to be left unanswered. Right now, sleep was all I had on my mind.
March 14. This day was coming to an end, uneventfully. I was little sad, actually. Eventually, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.
“Hey,” I said tapping the boy on the shoulder. I only reached his shoulders where his long silver hair fell. As he turned, his gleaming gray eyes shined near silver as well. His lack of amusement was mutual. I passed him my phone. “Check this over for me when you get the chance.”
“Got you, fam,” he said taking my phone out of my hand. “Did you remember your science project?”
“Shoot,” I said slapping my forehead. “Mrs. Sound is gonna kill me.”
“You’re boned, mate,” he said giving me back my phone. “Anyways, I’d read it.”
“Great,” I said taking my phone. I looked at the few things he’d changed. They usually consisted of convention corrections and phrasing. I looked at it and sighed. “I think I’m going to publish it today.”
“Good for you,” he said. “What’s today’s date?
My eyes popped open, and I stared back into the dark. A slight buzzing rang through my small room. It was probably the thing that startled me awake. I reached to the side of my bed and retrieved my cell phone. The screen lit up with the caller ID.
It read Silver Rift. I let it ring for a few seconds before pressing the call button.
“Yeah?” I said. “What time is it?”
“It’s like 8:20,” said Silver. “What, were you sleeping?”
“What did you call me for?”
“Don’t you remember?” he said. “Today’s special. You gonna do anything?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “What should I do?”
”Why don’t you call Clever Beat over and we’ll do something?”
“Clever Beat…” I repeated. I hadn’t talked to her since last year. Being put in different classes really damaged our relationship. Still, she was one of my only friends and I shouldn’t just ignore her. “Sure, I guess. What are we going to do?”
“What we always do,” he said. “I’ll be over in about an hour. See you,”
“Bye,” I said. A familiar clicking sound signaled the end of the call. I stretched my entire body out stared back dimly lit room. My phone sensed my inactivity and slowly turned the light out. Soon, I was in complete darkness like before. “I guess I’ll call her then.”
“I can’t believe we botched this so hard,” I said typing away. “I don’t remember him saying anything about an assignment at all.”
“It’s fine,” he said taking a sip of juice before putting it down next to his own computer. “We’ve got about 5 more slides to go and 20 minutes. We’ve got time.”
“You’ll still be saying that 10 minutes into class,” I said, finishing off my own drink. “How’s it coming, Clever?”
“It’s a little slower than I would’ve liked.” She turned to me and Silver, her long black hair swaying with her. “It’s okay, though. We should finish with time to spare.
“Thanks for telling us, by the by,” said Silver. “We owe you one.”
“If anything, I owe you one,” she said. “Thanks for being my partners.”
“No problem.” We continued clicking away, our minds hard at work to finish a project. Clever Beat, Silver and I were all caught off guard by our math teacher’s surprise. I stopped working and sighed, placing my face in my hands.
“This is hard,” I said. “All this writing has started to give me a headache.”
“We write stories for fun,” he said continue to write. “I’d think your writing tolerance would be higher than that.”
“You write stories?” asked Clever. “You mean like the Daring Do books?”
“No, nothing so popular,” I said. “I’m still just starting out. Nothing lengthy, but definitely something to read if you get bored.”
“Oh,” said Clever, getting back to her writing. “Could I read one?”
“Maybe later,” I said sitting up straight. Right now, I need to be writing.
“It’s not really my thing to do stuff like this late,” said Silver. “I’d rather just take this L.”
“If you take that L, we all take that L,” I said. “Besides, I don’t want to do this any more than you do.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said with a smile. “We need to get a move on. Our attention span is like your height: short.” Clever Beat and Silver enjoyed a laugh at my expense before getting back to work. I smiled and placed this moment down in my memory.
“Hey,” said Silver. “Can you edit this last part for me-”
“Conj?” said the Clever on the other side of the phone. “Hey, you there?”
“Sorry,” I said. “I just got a little sidetracked. If you don’t want to come, I understand.”
“No, it’s cool,” she said. “I wasn’t doing anything anyways. What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing special, I guess.” There was some shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Hey, Beat?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thanks for helping me with my life. Thanks for dealing with my emotional swings.” I said. “And thanks for being my friend. Really, I’m glad.”
“Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” she said. “You’re being kinda cheesy. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “See you soon.”
“See you.” The call ended, leaving me in the darkness once again. My mind was blank. I had nothing to remember back to. My mind was a blank state.
I slowly sat up and made my way to the desk in the room. Finally, I sat down in the chair I’d spent my entire Sunday sitting, wracking my brain as to what to do for today. Once I sat down, words started flowing to my mind.
The clicking and clacking of my keyboard were only interrupted by small periods of silence to rub my eyes or stretch out my back. The pages became longer, and the actual meaning of my writing became lost. As of that point, I was writing because I liked the sound of the keyboard.
It was a few minutes past an hour when I heard a small knock at my door. I got up, rubbed my eyes and opened the door.
Instead of the expected loud pop and flag that said “Happy Anniversary” or something similar, I was greeted by my two friends. The two friends I couldn’t live without. The two people in the world that motivated me to do what I wanted to do. These two, Silver Rift and Clever Beat, were my fellow rulers.
Together, they helped make me. Together, we made Prince Conjure.
Author's Note
Who's cooking calzones in here? It's just that there's so much cheese.
Sorry, I'm bad with emotions and stuff.
This story was made for my best bud in the world Chillbook1 and my kinda editor, kinda fan Ashley. Both of these people have pushed me to be a writer, and I thought I'd thank them in some way. For everyone else who read it, thanks for reading! Leave a comment if you want to say anything, and maybe even a like if you liked it. See ya.
