Thanks for the Memories

Monday January 6th 2014

Dear Journal,

Happy late New Year! School‘s back in session already. Boy howdy, it feels like this year is going by way too quick. I’ll be a graduated girl in no time.

Twilight’s in panic mode, trying to fill out a bunch of scholarship applications. She skipped lunch today to go to the library and work on a few of them. Hope she’s taking care of herself, eating normal meals and getting enough sleep… probably not. I asked her what she was interested in majoring in and I swear I thought she was gonna have a mental break right then and there.

Glad I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that sorta stuff. Sweet Apple Acres is where I’ll be till they put me six feet under. Sounds a mite boring when I write it down on paper, but why would I wanna do anything else?

My family owns and runs a very profitable business. Our orchard and ranch takes a lot of money to keep up and running, but we easily make twice as much as we spend. We have our few employees that stay in lodgings on the property and we pay them a pretty penny for the work they do. We ain’t hurting for money by any means. You wouldn’t have guessed it from the way we act, we’re humble folk. Ain’t no reason to act like we’re better than others just cause we’ve got a bit of money.

We’re actually in the process of opening our own brewery in town to sell different ales and ciders which is part of the reason Mac’s working on his business degree. I’ll probably do the same later on down the road.

Nope, the farm is my future and from where I’m sitting, it looks mighty fine to me.

Applejack

Friday January 17th, 2014

Dear Journal,

We finally got the scores back on our finals, and guess what? I passed my math exam, and with a B no less! I’m surprised as all get out that I got such a high grade.

I knew I was gonna pass my others but I thought for sure I was gonna fail Algrebra. I guess all that studying paid off. That, or miracles really do happen.

I know Twilight, obviously, and Rainbow both passed all their exams as well, but I didn’t see anyone else before I left to find out how they did. I’ll find out later. Knowing them though, they probably all did great.

Gotta go, Granny’s calling,

Applejack

Tuesday, January 30th, 2014

Dear Journal,

So you’ll never believe what happened today. Hell, I’m still trying to comprehend it myself! So, me and the a few of the gals were hanging around in the courtyard after school just chatting and messing around, when Rarity bursts through the side door and runs up to me, yelling about how it’s all my fault that her relationship was ruined, and that I’m the worst friend possible.

I was real confused because I barely even talk to Trenderhoof when he’s around just ‘cause I don’t care for the guy. Well, turns out, he’s had a massive crush on me for a while and was only dating Rarity to try and get closer to me, which didn’t work, ‘cause like I said, I don’t really like him.

She only found out about it because he dropped a letter out of his notebook that he’d written for me, and when she picked it up and saw who it was addressed to, curiosity got the better of her. I read the letter myself, seeing as she all but threw it in my face, and let’s just say it’s a little, uh, detailed.

I tried reasoning with her, it ain’t my fault that he’s a dishonest creep who used her for his own personal gain, but of course she wouldn’t listen. When she gets like this, it takes a while for her to get herself together. Rainbow Dash got between us before things got out of hand.

Anyways, I took off because talking to her was getting me no where fast and I felt like I was about to lose my temper right quick. She should know me better than to steal her boyfriend, I’m not that kinda girl. I hope she snaps out of this, I ain’t gonna deal with it for too long before I speak my mind.

Applejack

Wednesday February 5th, 2014

Dear Journal,

This is getting ridiculous. It’s few a few days since the Trenderhoof disaster and Rarity’s still as mad as ever. She’s a mess. She ain’t been wearing makeup, her eyes are puffy and swollen and it don’t look like she’s combed her hair in a couple days.

She won’t look at me or talk to me, she just keeps her head down and looks at her phone when I‘m around. What also makes this whole dang thing worse is that Valentine’s Day is in a week and she’d been talking about all these plans she had that she’s gotta cancel now. Seeing how heartbroken she is, I’ve got half a mind to knock Trenderhoof into next year even though I’m still upset with the way she’s treating me.

The girls have reassured me that everything will turn out okay in the end, but right now it seems pretty bleak. I know this’ll pass though. I just hope it passes quick-like.

Applejack

Monday February 10th, 2014

Dear Journal,

Can this month get any stranger? So our school does this anonymous carnation fundraising event every year where you pay a dollar for every flower you want to give, then one of the cheerleaders running the event gives them to whoever they are for without the receiver knowing who bought them. It’s kind of a clever way to secretly tell someone you have a crush on them.

In science, Pinkie Pie walked in with her basket of flowers and handed me one dozen blood red carnations with a note tied around the stems that said, ‘For a lovely apple.” Now, I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I could tell you who sent those, ‘cause the genius who wrote it didn’t think about changing his handwriting after I saw his little love letter the other day.

I didn’t want them, so I ripped a clean page out of my note book and wrote my own text before handing them both to Fluttershy. I really hope he don’t keep this up, he seems like an over-the-top sorta fella, but I’ve got enough problems to worry about without adding him to the mix. I had the great idea of writing him my own letter, telling him something along the lines of, I was real appreciative of his gift, but I didn’t share his feelings and I’d like him to leave me alone. I know it was kinda blunt but I don’t need none of this mess. I slipped it into his locker after class. I just hope it works.

Applejack

Wednesday February 12th, 2014
Dear Journal,

Another cheerleader came up to me today, this time with a ridiculously big box of chocolates. They ain’t even selling chocolates! She said that someone gave her five bucks to deliver them. There was another note too. ‘To Applejack, a woman sweeter than the candies in this box.’ Rarity actually got up and left after I set them down in the middle of the table, telling everyone to help themselves. Anyone who knows anything about me knows that I ain’t much of a chocolate eater.

Rainbow Dash laughed when she saw the note and called it lame. I agree. I guess my letter didn’t work like I hoped it would. I dunno why he’s trying so hard, I ain’t got no interest in him, but he won’t hear reason. I can’t wait till Valentine’s Day is over.

Applejack

Friday February 14th, 2014

Dear Journal,

This whole week has been a disaster and today was just the icing on the cake. After yesterday when I was given a large stuffed bear in the middle of math class, I thought it couldn’t get worse. It did. I went to my locker to get my textbook for first period and as soon as I opened the dang door, about a million tiny confetti hearts fall out all over the floor, which a teacher saw and made me clean up. I dunno how he even got them in there.

Then in my first class, a cheerleader comes in with a wrapped box and a card. I decided to open the card ‘cause where’s the harm in that? I shoulda known better. It was a recordable card, and as soon as I opened it, it filled the whole classroom with a cheesy 80’s song he was singing himself.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed or upset. Some of the other kids laughed, and I got the stink eye from my teacher. I decided to not open the present at all. Nothing happened in my next three classes, but I shoulda known he was up to something. As soon as I walked through the cafeteria doors for lunch, Trenderhoof was waiting for me at my friends usual table, holding a rose in between his teeth. I wanted to laugh, partly ‘cause he looked ridiculous, but also ‘cause I was getting real aggravated.

I didn’t even wait for him to say anything before I gave him a big ole scoop of brutal honesty. I told him, again, that I didn’t like him, and I was real sorry but I didn’t feel the same way and I’d appreciate it if he’d quit with his advances because they were unwanted. I even gave him back the unopened box and card I’d got earlier.

I’ve gotta say, he took it like a champ. He even tried to get me to change my mind, but I was just so tired and annoyed by that point that I told him to leave me the hell alone and pointed to the exit. I don’t care if I was rude, he wouldn’t take a hint. He finally walked away when he saw how serious I was.

See, here’s the thing. I didn’t mind so much that I had a uh, suitor, as Rarity would call it, ‘cause lets face it. I don’t get many. I’m not the type of gal that catches anyone’s eye like Pinkie or Fluttershy. I think the flannel throws folks off. But what bothered me was that Trenderhoof didn’t take the time to get to know me first. He just threw a bunch of fancy, expensive junk at me hoping to gain my attention.

I’m a simple girl as most people can see. I don’t want much. I don’t need impractical gifts and big displays of affection which is what upset me so much about Trenderhoof. He didn’t take the time to get to know my likes and dislikes, he just jumped into large surprises. Even if I did like that sorta thing, he ain’t my type. I don’t like pretty boys.

So after lunch, everything went back to normal. No more presents or awful cards… until my last period. Another cheerleader came in and headed straight for me. I actually had to mentally talk myself outta smashing my face on the desk. She handed me a single orange carnation. I sit in the back corner next to the teacher’s desk so I actually raised my arm to throw it in his trash can when I caught a glimpse of the handwriting on the note that was attached. It was different from Trender’s, so I read it and it made me crack up.

Someone had taken the time to crudely draw a half-peeled apple and next to it wrote, ‘I find you a-peel-ing.’ I looked over at Rainbow who had been watching the scene and shrugged. She seemed to let out a breath when I laid it down on my desk instead of throwing it in the trash. Maybe she was relieved it wasn’t from Trenderhoof either.

I put it in a little cup of water when I got home, now it’s sitting on my nightstand. I wonder who gave it to me? At least this person seemed to know me, they even knew my weakness for puns. Maybe this day wasn’t too bad after all.

I better get to bed, this entry’s taken me a while to write, but there was just so damn much to say.

Goodnight,

Applejack

Monday February 17th, 2014

Dear Journal,

Rarity apologized to me today. She came by my house after school with a container full of sugar cookies she made from scratch as a way to say sorry. It was awful kind of her to go through the trouble.

She said she knew she had been overreacting, that I would never break up anyone’s relationship, but she really liked Trenderhoof a lot, so it hurt her to be used the way she was. I don’t blame her. It was a right lousy thing to do to someone, and as much as Rarity might scoff at this, I’m glad she ain’t with him no more. She deserves better.

We sat on the porch and caught up a bit. I told her all about last week and she told me about how she spent twenty bucks on ice cream trying to get over Trender. She said that now that she’s mostly over him, she was thinking of inviting all our friends to the beach for spring break.

I ain’t been to the beach in a few years myself, so it’d be nice to tag along. She’s still got to ask her parents and grandparents since it’s her grandpa’s vacation home and all. Still, it’d make for a dang fun senior girls trip.

I’m glad Rarity came by, and in a better mood. I missed talking to her, as hard as that is to believe.

Applejack