A Heart of Gold.

You wake to the annoyance of your alarm, screaming in your ear from the bedside table to wake up, you groggily reach over and hit the top of it a few times till the constant "beep!" of the alarm silences. . You yawn loudly and rub the sleep out your eyes.

"ughhhhh. . . Mondays, I hate Mondays. . " You mutter aloud as you get out of bed and stretch, flaring your wings. . You fold them back again and go into the bathroom and take a fresh, relaxing shower. . . You would have drifted off again. . .But alas, the sun has risen and the day has started, you must get ready for the day. . .Because today, you'll be meeting somepony. . .

After a thorough but relaxing wash, you stepped out the shower and dried yourself off with a warm towel, fresh off the radiator. You feel at peace, but deep down, your a little nervous. . Not a nervousness of a first date, or the nervousness that you get as your parents read your report card.

This was a type of nervousness that you get when you go for a job, but have no clue what to say. . . And that's exactly what your going today, at 12:30am. .

"I've been fired from one job, this one aint as big as a weather-pony, but it's still something." you say to yourself, you were fired as a weather-pony a few weeks ago, they gave you this months pay for the bills and food, but those hard-earned bits were being burned fast. . Too fast, you needed a job, you sigh. . you remained calm and looked at the time. .

12:15am. . .

oh great, what a was to make a first impression: Be late. . . You panic and gather your things with haste, you place the saddle-bag on your back and make your way outside . . .

"Time for a New Beginning" you say, smirking as you extend your wings and take to the skies. . .

It is not long before you touch down, in the centre of a peaceful place you've come to know and love, Ponyville. . .You decide to take it slow, don't wanna get sweaty after a shower, right?

As you approach the outskirts of Ponyville you recall the address the mare so kindly told you, you make your way towards the household of the Breeze family. . .

"Twenty three. . .were is- oh! There!" You say aloud as you spot the door with the numbers "23" Upon it, you sigh heavily, getting nervous all over again, you approach the door, raise your hoof. . . .and knock. . .