The Pot and the Potter

by Pony_Floyd98

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Adventure, Dark
Length: 382

This is my story of an invasion of the Earth by Equestria, a tale of survival and friendship.

They came when we least thought and crippled our defenses before we had an attempt to secure ourselves. They couldn't stand our presence, and in that, they wished we were nonexistant. This is my story of betrayal, survival and compelling friendship in the five years of the Equestrian Invasion and Hostile Takeover of the planet. Rated teen for mild gore and themes that may not suit some readers.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-26 14:47:48 UTC

Rain Date

"The Pot and The Potter"

"Rain Date"

By Pony_Floyd98

Question #15

3x-1=2(2x+3)

Find the value of x

Alright, just gotta attack this head on, like I learned. Let's see, hmmm. Two, multiplied by Two x is, ... four x! Yeah, thats it. Now two times three is six, so this side of the equation is four x plus six. This just gets easier as I go along.

As I finished up the equation, and my homework with it, I quickly put away my notebook and algebra textbook. I gazed slowly around my small kitchen. There was no else one here, very usual for a Wednesday afternoon. I was home alone after school on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, which suited me fine. I could get much more work done without my weird little brother around. I wonder when Jimmy'll be home. I began to think.

"Hya Floyd!! What's up?", I barely heard over the sound of the door slamming. That door is going to come off it's hinges pretty soon if Jimmy keeps doing that.

Speak of the devil. "Hi Jimmy, how was-" I started, and was quickly cut off.

"What are you to refer to me as until Saturday?" He taunted.

Ughh, that stupid bet "Well then, how was your day, O Mighty Warrior of the Corn Chips?"

"It was okay, I suppose."

Just like a ten year-old. The 'okay' response, then off to something else. I know him well, and can tell that much more happened than just 'okay'. I decide not to implore him on it though. That's Mom's job.

Our family consists of me, my brother James (we just call him Jimmy) and my mother. Also, my father fits in there somewhere. Dad used to do business for the Government. He left when I was eight. He just disappeared into a wisp of smoke. For all I know, he's dead, and I feel that way about him. Dad just went up and left. He was presumed missing and one year later, dead. Of course, my whole family was saddend by the news, even Jimmy who was two at the time. We all learned to live on, but I could still hear my mother crying sometimes. I just felt too powerless to console her.

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