Author's Note

Aria Blaze's POV

A Blazing Entrance: 1

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Summary

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I had snuck up on the back door, proving to be unlocked; knowing the front door is securely locked. At least, I will not have to physically break anything, in order to enter the property.

It is still illegal to enter the home, I know; but what can a lone girl with no income do, she still has to live.

I had come before this one house, suddenly just knowing; it is the place for me to enter, if I wanted to have anything to eat this week. Which I would like to.

Since we had lost our pendants, the group had split up; with nothing to hold us together, and no reason to stay friends. Only when we had a purpose; could we work together, in order to attain the given objective. We can’t do that, now.

Considering, how they were always picking on me; I was the first to break off of the group, leaving them to bicker amongst themselves, without me.

Had I been arrested, and sent to Prison for this crime; at least, I would have a roof over my head, and something to eat every day. It would be embarrassing, but I could manage; or, at least I was expecting it.

First things first. I had entered her living room.

Why? I had never had a home of my own; nothing like this, and it had never truly been my own, even when I lived with the other two girls: Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk. Even that, had been little more than a half-way house of a shelter in the first place. Just watching the items in the room? This girl, is loaded.

A large cinematic sofa, and the flat-screen LED TV set on the opposite wall made my knees tremble. A nice wooden table before the sofa. Did not take the time to look too closely; I could not stay here for too long.

It isn’t, as if I could take all that much with me; but maybe, I could find something I could get away with beyond snacks and grabbing a bite? Something small, something light; and definitely something inconspicuously, I could carry out of the house without being spotted.

Walking through the room, is a breeze; even if it had made my eyes water, just to let everything lie where it is.

Maybe, just maybe; I could sit in her sofa, watching some of her films? If I got away with it; none could take this experience, away from me. Ever.

I had left the sofa behind, without falling for the temptation; it is basically a trap, making me stay in the open and easily spotted by anyone. Including the owner of the house, of course. It would have been embarrassing, to fall for it; even for me, as desperate as I may be.

As I had walked out the door, into the hall; I had noticed the shiny pink ceramic tile, smooth as if they had been brand new. Maybe they were, or maybe she had just cleaned it before I entered the house?

I had not bothered to open the door to the girl’s room or the shower; I had no need or reason to enter these two rooms. Not right now. Later, maybe. If I were to stay here, that long.

There is a staircase, leading to the second floor: The flight of stairs, I had to take; if I wanted to see the rest of the house. Wooden stairs, crafted out of pink cherry-wood; befitting the character, who lives here.

In place of the fluffy carpet on the stairs; there are ceramic tiles coated with what seems to be a coat of sticky rubber. Naturally, the tiles are a bright pink, and the coating is lending a strange pink refraction to it.

Guess it is nice, I don’t have to be worrying about slipping; as I am walking up the flight of stairs to the second floor, where I hope to find something more interesting to pick up. At least, the second floor should be more private and secluded; for my purposes, once I had reached the second floor.

”Good thing, she had not been one for these carpets everywhere!” I ponder; ”Or; I would have been leaving footprints everywhere I go, in here?” I consider.

The fact that she had not opted for plastic floor is amusing, though. She seems to be one, who can afford and prefers to use natural materials in her home.

As I walk up the flight of stairs, I feel the sticky surface under my feet; then I notice that the doors only hide bed rooms. Three bed rooms on this side. Why does she even need three bed rooms? Unless she had a large family?

Of course; there is the girl’s room and the shower on the opposite side of the hall. I can see, why she needs these. I like the comfort of having these, just to myself.

The floor on this level is laid with light beech wood; while the walls are laid with the pink cherry wood, which seems to be the core of her personality? Why does she love pink so dearly? Even if she may be a girl, or woman? But still.

As I look into the girl’s room; I notice this floor is laid with deep pink ceramic tiles, coated with the same sticky, rubbery coating as the tiles the stairs are coated with. These walls had been laid with a brighter, lighter cerise tile matching the floor. Just without the coating. Even the utilities in the room are a light pink; as if she tried to redefine the space itself, in this room. Naturally; the faucet is lacquered in a neon pink, as well. What had I been expecting, out of her. I also see the three pink towels on the wall.

”Wait, even the soap is pink?” I ponder; ”She seems to be obsessed with pink!” I realize.

”The Pinkest, of all Pink floats..” comes to mind, as I shudder from the recollection of an old episode of a show.

The final room on the hall is just a walk-in closet; stuffed with her personal clothes, just like the once I had seen back at Canterlot High. I don’t really need more than a cursory glance; to know what is in there, and that I have no interest in the contents in there. I quickly close the door and continue.

”Should I have checked the basement first; or, were I right to move directly to the second floor?” I ponder.

I have a semi hidden door at the end of the hall; leading up to the attic, of her home.

”Maybe there is a hidden gem, up there?” I ponder, as I open the door and walk up the flight of stairs to the attic.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I open the door. At first, it looks empty? But alas, everything is so pink; my eyes require time to adjust, to see any details in here. I guess this is the perfect hide-out.

”Could I stay up here, and hide?” I ponder.

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Flashback

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