Author's Note

Well, back with another chapter!~ Also, there will be some Mandarin (Chinese) written into this story, since I am taking the class, so if you don't know some words, since Dashie is our narrator, she'll always explain what the words mean. I hope you guys like this chapter and don't forget to leave a comment!~

III.

Dear Diary~
Chapter 3- “A Book?”

Rainbow Dash’s P.O.V

The sun shone brightly through the window blinds of my room. The air conditioner was blasting with fresh cool breeze but I was under the covers because I didn't want to turn off the A.C. I finally got the courage to uncover myself and managed to turn it off. I walked over to the mirror and just stared at how horrid my hair was. It was wild and out of control but I didn't care. I stretched out a little before I opened the door and the house was really quiet. Not until I heard a loud BANG coming from the kitchen, then heard some voices. As I began to walk down the stairs, I saw my dad, Scootaloo, and my grandparents all passing plates around the dining table. Dad saw me walking down the stairs so, he waved in my direction.

“Good morning honey! How was your slumber? Ya kinda missed breakfast,” He shyly remarked before getting up from his seat.

“Oh no worries! I was just going to grab and bagel and head out.” I replied as I walked to the microwave and grabbed a bagel slice and started spreading butter on the bagel while making myself a cup of coffee.

“Heading out? Where you going deary?” My grandmother asked as she grabbed everyone's plate and threw them into the sink.

“I was going to go to an arts and crafts store to pick up some cans of paint and rollers and some other decorative accessories, ya know, just wanted to make my room, the Dash way.”

“Hahaha, the Dash way?! That sounds silly!” Scootaloo bursted out while dying of laughter. I shot her a nasty glare and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, like your silly face!”

“Alright you two, it's too early in the morning for this,” Dad said before walking over to me. “I’ll take you to Michaels. It’s an arts and crafts store and I’m sure you’ll love it!”

“Oooh ooh! Can I come too?!” Scootaloo asked as she was heading upstairs herself but dad stopped her.

“Sorry fuzzputt, today is just going to be Dashie and I okay? We need to have some bonding time.”

And with that being said, looks like today is starting to go as well as I planned it would be!

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“So, how you liking New York so far?”

I didn’t want to answer any questions at the moment, especially if it’s about New York. I just stared at my dad and began to stare out the car window. I heard him sigh before focusing his hands on the wheel more firmly. There was a lot a traffic ahead of us, and I assumed he wanted to talk just to make time speed a little faster, but all I wanted to do, was grab some paint and start decorating. But, I felt bad for not saying anything to him because he is going through a lot, not just me. I bet the move was hard for him also, so I decided to focus my attention to him, like a good daughter would.

“New York is fine dad, not the same as when we left it though,” I shrugged my shoulders before turning the AC in the car down because I was getting a little chilly.

“Well, it has been nine years since ya been here, so of course things are going to be a little different.”

“Eh, I guess…”

The traffic eventually started moving down the Belt Parkway faster than before. We eventually pulled up to Gateway Mall and parked right in front of the Michaels store. The title read “Michaels: The Arts and Crafts Store” and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Haha wow dad, you weren’t kidding about this being an arts and crafts store.”

Both of us doubled with laughter as we headed inside the ginormous store. If you thought the outside was vast, the inside was like a huge maze! There were different vibrant colors all around the walls and the floor was color coordinated! You could even see the different aisles containing different art supplies. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet splashed all over the room making my heart thump loudly. Couldn’t this place get anymore wonderful? My face was lit like one of those bright fireworks on the 4th of July, and my feet started shaking together like two pairs of maracas. Before my dad could pull up a cart, I dashed to the “Paint” section leaving my dad in the middle of the store, puzzled. I quickly ran to the side where they had different colors of blue paint because I love the color blue, even though I hardly wear it. I looked all over to find the perfect shade of blue, cause honestly, I didn't want to find a really dark blue. More like a nice periwinkle color! After searching and searching for the perfect color, I gave up but decided to talk to one of the workers because they might have what you need in the back of the store. Luckily, my prayers have been answered and a woman with brunette hair, fair tan skin, and she was wearing a red t-shirt and khaki pants started walking towards me.

“Do you need help in finding something?”

“Um, actually yes, I do,” I shyly remarked. “Do you have a periwinkle color that you can paint with walls?”

From hearing my question, the woman flexed her eyebrows and tilted her head, thinking she never heard someone ask this question in her life. Her eyes widened and she smiled.

“Oh! You are trying to find a periwinkle color of paint that you can paint the walls with, yes?”

I nodded my head in agreement until she grabbed her walkie-talkie and spoke some sort of code to whoever she was talking too.

“Hold on hon, I'm going to go to the back and find what ya looking for, okay? Oh, how many do you need?”

“As many as to paint all four walls of my room,” I laughed before she started beaming. She sped to the back of the store, leaving me to stand there with nothing to do. After a minute, she came back with a whole cart of paints leaving me speechless! She opened one of them and shoved it in my face.

“Is this the color you wanted?”

I took the can of paint from her and looked down and saw the EXACT color I was dreaming of! It was a beautiful periwinkle color with a hint of baby blue but I didn't mind that! It's just perfect, and it screams “Rainbow Dash” in fine print! I placed the brightest smile on my face and hugged the woman.

“Yes yes! Ah, thank you so so much! I greatly appreciate it! This is the color I was dreaming of!”

“Wonderful! If you want some more, there's more of that specific color in that cart there!”

She walked away and I decided to take at least seven cans of periwinkle paint. It was hard to carry seven cans of paint to my dad, since he had a cart in the front. I wobbled and tried to walk to the cart before I dropped everything on the ground and that wouldn't be pretty. I scrambled to my dad’s cart before panting like a breathless dog.

“I think I found what I needed!” I exclaimed as I planted a big smile on my face. My dad on the other hand, stared at the cart and started laughing nonstop.

“Where are the paint rollers? And what about other decorations for the wall and such?”

He did seem to have a fair point about the wall decorations. I had a mental breakdown last night just because of this new environment. If I am going to be staying here for a long period of time, I would have to benefit myself in my choice of my room. I nodded my head to his question before grabbing the cart and speeding down one of the aisles leaving my dad, standing in the middle of the store, again. He shook his head and decided to follow me this time around. I was stacking the cart with lots of posters, decorative lights, and many other awesome accessories that I piled into the cart. My dad also decided to throw some glue, markers, crayons, and pencils into the cart as well, leaving me flummoxed.

“Uh dad, what’s with the-”

“School supplies?” He finished my question before piling the cart with more pencils and even looseleaf. “Well, since we’re here, why not buy some school stuff as well? You are going to go to school here ya know?”

I groaned in pain as loudly as possible as I leaned against the wall. I honestly didn’t want to go to school, even though I did need an education, but New York City public schools, are super trashy! The students have no class, no respect, and they even do drugs and leave dirty used pads on the floor, I mean seriously, who wants to be in an environment like that for 9 whole months? Better yet, there are fights 24/7! In the hallway, classrooms, cafeteria, and even in the same dirty bathrooms! Just thinking about all of this started giving me chills down my spine. Somehow, dad was able to see that I was shaking, so he placed his hands around my arms and started chuckling.

“Oh honey, I know you are nervous about attending high school in the big city, but I am sure it’s not going to be to bad…”

“Easy for you to say! You don’t know what it’s like to be pushed around and bullied for even wearing a shoe brand that was from yesterday,” I sighed before walking away from the cart as my dad walked beside me.

“Look, I know it’s going to be hard,” He said as he started placing the supplies in the cart onto the conveyor belt as the cashier started scanning the art supplies and placed them into the bags. “But, I did register you to a school and-”

“Are you kidding me?!?” I hollered out in the store as everyone shot their eyes towards me. I could’ve almost caught a heart attack right there in that moment. I don’t even like school to begin with, and going to a public school was a nightmare revealing in itself. My heart started pounding drastically as my palms were sweaty and my vision was blurry as well.

“But, Dashie, it’s not a bad high school, it’s the school I went too when I was your age.”

And of course he thought that would totally lift my spirits because it obviously didn’t. As soon as I go home, I am going to lock myself in my room and never come out until I have to use the bathroom and then lock myself back up. After he paid for all the supplies we both received, the car ride home was even quieter than the time we were coming here. I was deeply upset at him for registering me, even though he didn’t even talk about it with me. As we pulled into the driveway, my dad stopped the car then turned his head over to me.

“You know, I want what’s best for you,” He stated before placing his hand over my shoulder. “And trust me, I think going to a new school is the perfect place to socialize some more! Besides, you might make some new friends! Don’t always look on the dark side of things Dashie. I am sure everything will be fine once you get there!”

Before I could respond, my dad walked out the car to walk to the trunk. He started taking out the cans of paint, the school supplies, and the other painting material that we bought together. I shyly walked out the car only to see my dad struggling with the bags. I hurried over to his aid before carrying most of the bags from his hands.

“I know you want what’s best for me, but you honestly can’t carry all those bags for yourself.”

He nodded in response before opening the doors to the house. Once the door opened, I saw grandma running towards us with her short and stumpy legs trying to help dad with the bags.

“Goodness! I was so so worried about you two!” She gasped as she leaned forward and started placing the bags on the kitchen counter. “I was just about to call the police to search for you.”

“Hahaha, mom it’s fine, we were just making a few stops along the way,” My dad sighed as he plopped on the couch and laid there for a good long while. I on the other hand, was trying to find the paint rollers and the paint as well so I can get started on decorating. At the corner of my eye, I see Scootaloo playing Mario Kart 8 on grandma and grandpa’s Wii U system, which I never noticed until now. At the expression of my face, it seems like Scootaloo knew exactly what I was thinking about.

“Grandma and grandpa both bought this for me, since they knew we were coming! Pretty sick right?”

I couldn’t even believe the fact that my grandparents are basically spoiling Scootaloo and she just got here. I shook my head in disgust before my grandmother started talking more to my father.

“Bow Hot Hoof, just because you are my son in law doesn’t mean I can still treat you as my own son,” She insisted as she started smacking his feet with a newspaper. “Also, get your feet off the couch! People sit there you know.”

I decided to leave everyone in the living room, doing their own little thing, while I go work on mine. I grabbed the cans of paint, alongside with my paint rollers and decided to get started on some work, but before I could walk upstairs to my room, I happen to spot a dozen picture frames on the side of the wall where grandma’s China vases were held. One of the pictures, which held a nice, silk metallic ombre frame, captured a woman who was sitting ever so elegantly on a chair, wearing a simple yet gorgeous red dress, which flowed all the way down to her feet. After examining it more closely, my heart immediately jumped right out of its position from before, making me gasp. I honestly couldn’t believe my own eyes! My mother was just as pretty as I remembered. Her gorgeous rose pixie cut with apricot streaks, her baby blue complexion, her big and majestic deep magenta eyes, and of course her genuine smile that always melted my heart whenever she was near me. Her warm and loving aura would surround the room with happiness. Just remembering those Christmas days where she would always let me put the star on the Christmas tree. Whenever I was sick, she always made a bowl of hot soup and a warm cup of tea. Whenever I had a bad day, she would always smile and sing me a heartfelt song that always used to brighten up my day. Only just remembering these precious memories made me dissolve in tears, as I tried to cover my mouth before letting out an outburst for the others to hear. I gently wiped my tears as I decided to grab the picture frame as well and walked up to my room quietly, before silently shutting the door. The light turned on only revealing the same white walls, which were probably naked for a long period of time. I snapped out of my daze and decided to get to work because I know for one, this will take a pretty long time. I walked over to the little desk on the side, where my headphones were and placed them over my ear. I opened the can of paint carefully as I began to dip the paint roller into the periwinkle paint. Before I could take out the roller of paint from inside the bucket, I realized I had to stick the tape around the edges of the walls so that the paint doesn’t cause any splosh marks where they aren’t needed. I dashed to the plastic bags with supplies and held the tape in my hands. As if I won a tournament, I clutched onto the tape before officially getting to work. As I was about to stick the tape to the wall, I heard a sudden BOOLOT sound coming from the can of paint, then looked down only to see my right foot in the bucket of paint. Without screaming, I just gave a very long sigh knowing that this, for sure, was going to be a very long night.

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“There….” I panted out as I was spread all across the floor with my paint roller in the hand, my purple headphones on the side, splashes of paint on my clothes and skin, and lots of tape, glue, and scissors plastered all over the room. From my view, my room seemed perfectly fine, in the time space of three hours. The periwinkle colored walls, the Daring Do posters, the little yellow lights hanging from the ceiling, curtains for the windows, some new bed sheets that grandma gave to me yesterday, and I even added some tiny decorations onto my desk which held my laptop. I didn’t bother move from my current position because if I moved, I know I would’ve knock something down.

“I could sleep like this,” I pondered to myself thinking that this would be a perfect spot to sleep in for the night but realized I had school first thing in the morning. I began to hiss because I totally didn’t want to go anywhere tomorrow besides getting some food at least. As if I really wanted to come in my room to help me up, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in!”

As if it was right on cue, the door slightly opened leaving a small little creaking sound, then I heard footsteps coming closer, until I saw my grandmother looking all over for me.

“I’m right down here grandma.”

As if she seen a ghost, she jumped in fright, holding her chest and started breathing heavily.

“Good heavens Rainbow Dash, ya almost startled me,” She stammered before sitting on my bed, looking down at me. “Honestly, I think you did a marvelous job deary.”

I could only respond with the genuine smile, almost like the smile my mother use to make whenever she told me that I made her day. Seeing my grandmother amazed at my room, she decided to tidy up my room for me. I wanted to tell her something but she immediately cut me off.

“I know I know, you don’t want any help, but I know what it feels like to not get up from a very comfortable position, ain’t I right?”

I nodded my head in response before letting out a chuckle. After she cleaned the clutter I had in my room, she helped me up from the floor, before pulling my hands towards her vision. Her face seemed utterly focused in my hands, maybe as I sign of paint of them. After focusing on my hands for a while, she held onto them and stared into my eyes.

“Xiǎoshǒu.”

“What?? My hands are not that small!”

“They’re dinty,” She continued before holding my hands once again. “You need to start working more, and I am sure your xiǎo hands will get bigger the more chances of working. And before I go, I wanted to give this to you.”

She handed me a wide-ruled magenta journal and plastered a smile on her face. I thought she was joking by giving me a book to read due to the fact of me going to school tomorrow but once I opened the book, only to see that it was blank, she started smiling more.

“A book?” was all I could’ve said because I was in utter shock.

“You’re getting bigger, so I thought writing down your thoughts or anything you wish to write down, could help benefit the start of your junior year of high school,” She smiled as she started walking out the door before blowing me a kiss goodnight.

I turned off the light in my room and plopped onto my bed while staring at the ceiling as the magenta journal was sitting right next to me.

“There’s absolutely NO way anyone is going to catch me writing in a 200-paged diary!” I said to myself before putting the covers over my body and stuffing the pillow in my face so I won’t be able to breathe for school tomorrow. Okay, no. I should have at least a 0.5 percent of positivity before going to my new school tomorrow. It was my mom and dad’s old school, and that’s how they met. If my parent’s survived, I mean I can too right?

I mean how bad could Canterlot High possibly be?