I woke up with crusty eyes and a stiff back. It was a beautiful day outside, sun was shining, birds were singing, it was awesome I guess. I dragged myself over to the door as my cutie mark turned into a cheesy news channel cloudy weather report. I shook myself everywhere to get the blood pumping so I was not cranky when I saw somepony.
*Painful thumping*
I was just about to yell that "I've fallen and I can't get up!" But I realized that I lived alone. I actually could not. Instead I screamed in pain. But since I was a weather pony, I had to get to work quickly. I was late. You know how I said I had to drag myself to the door a paragraph ago? Now I literally have to drag my self to the door. It was slow and tedious. I don't have much front hoove strength so it took me at least a full hour to get ready. I never knew that opening a door to me was suddenly an achievement. By now I was at least able to crawl and limp so that was fine. But also by now I was really late.
I mustered up all my strength and shot off like a bullet! I liked going fast and that made me happy which made me want to go even faster, so I did. Going faster made me even happier changing my cloud to a cheesy sunny cloud. I imagined myself myself flying at the speed of sound. I did some kind of speed exploit where I reached my speed limit super quickly with happiness but somehow I didn't get tired. I remembered that it's supposed to be sunny today and I had to blow away about 20 clouds? I think I destroyed that limit. I finished my job in a matter of seconds.
[Two hours later]
Being Watched. And Watching.
I mumbled things as I wrote in my newly bought journal. I don't know why I got this, the thought of being a writer only stayed in my head for about two minutes.
I sighed. Nothing was ever interesting any more. Party's were all the same, music, and all the drama that happens here is just... so.... boring. And this was Ponyvile! When I came here I expected my life to be interesting, and really fun!
"These thoughts are getting you nowhere." My mature side said, like always.
"I know... I guess not everyone gets to have some epic life. And before you say anything about how I should grow up and stuff, the adult life is even more boring than the life I'm having now." I reasoned. Out loud.
I heard a forced "aw..." outside my window.
I panicked out of my bed and fell three times before slaming my window shut. Who did that I don't know. I figured it was just me and my paranoid self. But that time... it felt alright... I guess it's nice to even have a creepy person outside take pity on me. I thought about it as I went to bed. But just before I pulled the covers over me as I thought I heard someone scream.
"Probably somepony getting the start of something that's interesting to them...."
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I accidentally let out an obvious "aw.." before almost falling into his house. Instead I fell off his house.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" I screamed before realizing I had wings.
I almost blew my cover, but that happened from time to time, so much that I should not be surprised. I started flying back home, thinking about what I have been doing for my life. Is it worth it? Why did I do It? Why don't you tell him? Those questions circled around my head almost everyday. And I always answer with a, of course, because I like him, no way and other answers. He doesn't know me at all... but I know everything about him. I first saw him when he moved to Ponyvile, I looked from my window checked him for any signs of crazyness, evilness and other traits. He did have a cutie mark that changes, but I didn't care. He was kinda like me, except he doesn't stalk anyone. I have never met him but I wish I had the courage to at least say hello. I've noticed that he has been getting depressed very slowly. And I know why. So I had to come up with some plan to meet him. Fly into him? No. Leave a note? No! Fall off my window? Yes. Everytime I try to close it, I fall out, even when I don't try to! and he walks by this street almost all the time. Perfect.
