"Who's Out There?"

January 18th, Sunday
It's a pretty boring Sunday. The sun's out but I don't want to leave the house. The smell of eggs brush against my nose though and I'm starting to get a bit hungry. I wonder what they're cooking downstairs. I hope it's scrambled.

Breakfast was delightful. I was hoping to grab some apples from the local orchard, y'know, the fresh kind, but my parents don't want me journeying every single day. Strangely, they prefer to have me home.

I'm hoping to fill out this book before the month is over. I want to start a collection of journals. It'll take some bits but if it's worth the research, I'd gladly spend.

Apple Bloom is at the door again, screaming out my name. I better go check.

Now I have a filly in my room, looking at all sorts of nerdy stuff, fiddling with literally everything she can see. My sculptures, my Wonderbolt statue that I owned, the scraps of paper I threw from this book. (There's nothing much on it, it's just like messy writing I decided to discard)

I'm very lucky to have no one else at home except for me and her. My parents just left before she came over so that's a relief. Apple Bloom wants to head out into the forest today but I don't want to leave the house. I end up telling her what I saw in the woods but she thinks I'm lying and that she can 'sense a liar'. Isn't that her sister's job? Anyways, I stay in my room as she messes about with my figures. It's pretty cute, but she's a filly so... I don't know.

January 19th, Monday
I'm sick of this.

January 21st, Wednesday
School is pretty dull again. Sport is sort of fun with the ball being thrown around. I'm in charge of the basket but the ball seems to be possessed a whole lot on the opponents' side. It's either the opponents are really bad at this game, my team is very skilful at this game or barely anyone is participating at all. I'm going with all of the above.

I was this close in getting a detention from Miss Cheerilee. It wasn't me doing anything, it was more like that I did basically nothing at all during that game. I negotiated, telling her that the ball was nowhere near where I was and I was off the hook. She probably thought I was slacking since I was writing half the game's performance in my book, as well as looking back at earlier pages in the book. I had completely forgotten about that time when I received this invitation from Sweet Pie (the classmate I used to hate) to go to her birthday. She got all emotional when I told her that I would be busy at night and I couldn't get over the guilt.

Looking back now, I should've gone to her party, have a bit of fun, y'know? Come to think of it, her birthday is actually in a few days! Maybe I could catch up with her then.

January 22nd, Thursday
As teeth-scraping PDHPE is, it's good that I'm learning about my hormones before they take control. I really hate having to deal with classmates talking about their privates. Personally, that's just weird.

English was okay at first until I realised the assignment had to be done in a group project. Okay, it's selfish but I prefer working on my own regardless of the subject. For this week's project, we have to construct a presentation of Composers, using the information we have gathered from this month's texts. It shouldn't be too difficult considering that members I've got, but still.

Button Mash seems too busy playing on his Joyboy, Sweet Pie is blushing a whole lot, sitting in between Rumble and I. Apple Bloom is actually working on the project in the field we're in with the whole group (except for Button Mash). We decide that we're all going to take part in a speech while Button Mash will change visual slides on an easel.

It seems like a good idea actually, a conclusion I wouldn't have thought of. Maybe being in a group isn't so bad after all.

January 23rd, Friday
That's cool, I guess. Apparently, it's a free day today. It's probably a celebration I don't know about but either way, I'm going to do the project while I wait for the next week.

January 24th, Saturday
I had a look through the mail today and I found a letter from Sweet Pie! I open it and I find an invitation to her party tomorrow night. I'm definitely going, even though I'm not very social at parties. Free food right?

The project's going well and Button Mash actually passed by today, gaining the same letter from Sweet Pie and talking about the project. He was pretty nervous when talking to me, looking around strangely, asking if I felt like being watched by anyone around town. I think paranoia has gotten over him so I said that I haven't noticed anything like that at all. That is unless if he was talking about the Everfree Forest. I do live quite close to that place.

That's probably why Apple Bloom visits regularly. Hold on, I hear knocking.

Go figure. It's Apple Bloom.

January 25th, Sunday
My parents really think I'm going on a date with Sweet Pie even though the invitation clearly says it's a public party. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are invited too but I don't imagine talking to them anytime soon. They seem to be very good friends if nothing changes so I wouldn't want to ruin their close friendship. Plus, I'm a colt so...

I arrived at the party; hooves were already in the air and the sound was close to deafening as soon as I stepped inside. Now, I'm in the bathroom, because I 'needed it'. I just wanted to write what has happened so far. It's pretty interesting.

I had no clue that Sweet Pie owned a pool in their backyard. Mares and stallions already jumped in... some with very questionable covering designs; only very few I paid attention to. Button Mash was there chatting up with Sweetie Belle with fancy apparel at his side; pretty surprising if you'd ask me. Apple Bloom was already in the pool, without her large bow and finally, Scootaloo was hanging out with Rumble on the rooftop.

Their house is really large compared to the other buildings in Ponyville. This must be twice the size of the town hall! Sweet Pie was really nice in bringing me in. She gave me some fruit punch and a cookie from the dining table filled with treats galore. Nothing fried though, which is good. Sweet Pie seemed to be very nervous though even though it was her birthday at her home. It must be teenage hormones... or something. I really have no clue.

I haven't talked much about the forest lately but I still catch glimpses of green orbs floating around the treeline every time I stare out into the woods. I'll probably go there tomorrow afternoon.