Getting Old.

by TheBoringBrony

Rating: everyone
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life
Length: 794

Do you ever get the feeling that you are being watched?

For a long time I feel like someone is staring at me… it's a unique feeling. I still feel it even when I'm in the shower….

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Crap.

A/N This is my first story… blahblahblah, give me your opinions. And no cover art.

Alternating perspectives… and nothing else.

Oh, and chapters will be short because writing REALLY takes up time.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-10 22:25:17 UTC

One Shot Wonder

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.