Applebuckin'

Chapter 3

Sweet Apple Acres was beautiful.  Rows upon rows of strong tall apple trees were all my eyes could see. I gazed up and saw that the graceful trees had provided a canopy of shade. Plump red apples hung overhead just waiting to be eaten.  Soon a large barn came into view along with a farm. The barn looked warm and inviting, decorated with many apples and unique designs.

“Welcome ta Sweet Apple Acres!” neighed Applejack.

“Wow,” I gasped, taking in the beauty, “you live here?”

“Darn tootin’,” the country-mare said proudly, “along with ma’ fam’ly.”

A cold chill crawled up my spine. I hadn’t been near a real biological family for a few years. My parents died when my house caught fire, due to a sparkler accident. My sister and I had survived thanks to a rescue pony. Unfortunately I came from a bad family and none of our uncles or aunts or grandparents felt we were safe in their hooves. We were separated in to two foster families. I hadn’t seen my sister since.

“You okay?”

I jumped, not realizing that I was mindlessly looking at the ground without a word. Applejack seemed to notice that I didn’t want to talk about my feelings and changed the subject.

“So uh, why’r ya in Ponyville?”

“Oh, I was actually on my way to Cloudsdale to meet my sister, we haven’t seen each other since we were foals and……” I trailed off, not really wanting to talk about my sister either.

“Ya miss her?” Applejack finished. I nodded solemnly in agreement.

We continued walking for a few more minutes until we reached the barn. Applejack led me to the guest room, and helped me get situated. I didn’t have much to unpack, but Applejack helped me unpack it anyways. She told me about her family, and her cutiemark, and how she was the Element of Honesty.

I lost track of time and soon realized that Applejack and I were sitting on my bed, talking to each other like we were friends forever. She was so kind and friendly you couldn’t help accepting her friendship throughout a conversation. The best part was she was completely honest. Whenever AJ said something that didn’t seem true, you could just look at her face and know that she was being honest.