Out of the moon

OH MY GOSH I HAVE NOT ADDED A CHAPTER IN MILLIONS OF YEARS! I AM SO SORRY! But it's not like anyone's reading it, so thanks to all who do read it!

   The Summer Sun Celebration was kinda boring. Step one: walk out there. Step two: raise/lower the sun/moon. Step three: walk off the stage. That was basically my life today. But I didn’t even do anything. This is sorta how it went:

  It was Celestia at the door (obviously since she takes FOREVER getting ready) and I woke up Thistle Whistle, who sat up, smacked me in the face with her head (NO KISSING INVOLVED!), and said that she was just resting her eyes. We went to the makeup room (why do they even have those? They're called BACKSTAGES!) and Celestia instantly started getting ready. Thistle Whistle decided to see if the couch was any good (which apparently it was since she fell asleep almost immediately) and I just picked up my brush and boredly brushed my mane.

  I just stayed there, brushing my messy mane, trying to make it lay flat. One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. Four. Five. Six.  Blah.  Soooo booooored. I noticed that I was brushing my face. I groaned and just put the brush down, then sat in the nearest chair.

  Celestia seemed to see me through the mirror. At least I think so. Cause then she started talking.

  "The stars are pretty tonight," she said.

  "Thanks," I answered emotionlessly.

  "I don't think I ever made them as nice as you do," my sister continued.

  "Thanks," I once again replied without enthusiasm.

  "The moon's brighter too," she pointed out.

  "It's probably just glad to have me out of it."

  "Maybe..." She started walking out of the room.

  "Hey, where're you going?" I asked/shouted (she was already out of the room).

  "To take a shower!"  Celestia called back to me.

  "Well thanks for the too short conversation," I muttered. "My life's full of short conversations, why don't you just add to it?"

  “No thanks, I’m good!”

  “I thought you were asleep,” I said.

  “I wasn’t asleep!” Thistle Whistle sat up. “I was just resting my eyes!”

  “Wow.” I trotted over to the desk (what the hay? This is supposed to be a makeup room! AND THEY DON’T EVEN EXIST!) and pulled out a book. I sat down and started reading eagerly.

“What’s that?” The Pegasus looked over my shoulder and started reading.

  “The History of Equestria” she read. “Why are you interested in this junk?”

  “I’ve been trying to catch up on Equestria,” I explained. “So much has happened since those stupid rocks sent me to my own moon.”

  “Poor you,” Thistle said. “How much have you missed?”

  “Ponies don’t use the Royal Canterlot Voice anymore,” I sighed.

  “Thank Celestia.”

  I looked at her. “Seriously, why do you do that?”

  “We worship Celestia,” Thistle Whistle said. “Why wouldn’t we?”

  “You don’t worship Neptune?” I asked, completely bewildered. Ponies who don’t worship the one who created them? There’s just something wrong with that.

  Thistle Whistle was about to answer when Sister came in.

  “WHY THE HECK DO EVERYONE TAKE SUCH SHORT BATHS?!”

  “Technically,” the Sun alicorn reminded me. “I took a shower.”

  “One, close enough,” I groaned. “And two, what’s a shower?”

  For some reason what I said was funny, because the Pegasus started laughing like a hyena and Celestia smiled.

  “I’ll explain later, Little Sister,” she said and Thistle Whistle went out saying something about breakfast. Celestia put her shoes and necklace on and brushed through her multicolored hair. Then set the golden crown on her head.

   “Alright Luna,” my sister turn to me while I was sulking on the couch. “Let’s get you ready.”

  “Wait!” I sat strait up and held my hooves out in protest. “Do I have to?”

  She was surprised at my comment, no doubt, and took a while to respond. “Why would you ask that?”

  “W-Well,” I struggled to find words.  “First of all, I don’t want to. And secondly, why the heck would ponies want me, ME, to do anything here?  They want their precious sun princess to do everything.” I sighed. “They don’t want a boring old mare who doesn’t even know how to work a toaster.”

   I turned away, facing the back of the couch.  I buried my head in a pillow, trying to hide the tears that I was trying to fight.

  It was quiet for a long, long, long, long, long, long , LONG  time. Then (finally) Celestia spoke.

  “Luna,” she said quietly. “If you don’t want to lower the moon, I understand.”

  I looked up at her. “You do?” I asked.

  Celestia smiled.

  Right then I realized that I had the best sister in all of Equestria.

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  After Celestia did her thing, Thistle Whistle and I trotted upstairs.

  “Luna!” Thistle shouted after me. “You have GOT to be KIDDING me!”

  I snorted. “Well I don’t want to stay here a moment longer,” I said firmly. “I.  Am.  Leaving.”

  “W-Well,” she stuttered. “I’m coming with you!”

  “You don’t have to.” I packed my things with a flash of my horn. “I bet you might want to try out that hot tub.”

  Thistle grabbed me.  “Not without you.”

  “Alright, if I sit in that stupid hot tub, will you let me leave?”

  “Yes, and I’ll come with you.”

  I inwardly groaned. “Okay, I’ll get one of the royal carriages to get us.”

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