A sweet diary

Let me introduce myself. The name’s Storm Shield (Storm for short), or at least that is what i go by these days. Back when i was still young and well lets just say a bit different in appearance i was a human known as Rowen Leavesdale. But that was more then 50 years ago. I am what is commonly known here as a 'new blood'. A term used for a equestrian that was drawn in to this world to enrich their constantly depleting gene-pool. Due some odd reason the lay-energies in this realm have some strange effects on the genetics of unborn children, or foals as they tend to call them. The direct male to female ratio is estimated 1 to 10. As result of this female/female relations are quite common as is artificial reproduction by means of donation from the few male's that are around. And of course this leads to the problem of interbreeding (atleast in the long term view of things). And that is where the 'new bloods' come into place. But that is a subject i will delve into in a later time. For now, just ignore this little ramble of mine. For i do not think you would be reading these pages if you did not want to learn the story of my life and how it became as it was.
So without further delay, this is how it all began and how the end is closing in.

The day began like most others, rudely being woken by my younger sister as she stumbles down the stairs like a elephant. Seriously, what doesn’t that kid understand about the fact that I do not need to rise at 6.30 in the morning. Having graduated recently from college I do not have to get up until I want to. Its not like I have anything else to do then looking for a job. But alas for me, the only thing even remotely available is flipping burgers at a local fast food place. I graduated with some of the highest scores of my year in the fields of management and psychology( focused on group-mind and how to influence those). Not to down talk those who actually have a job like that, its just not my thing I would go completely out of my mind in a repetitive job. But every single apply I had send over the past few months had been shot down. Most of my class had found a job by now, but no.... not me. It was like there was some universal dislike against me! Even applications below my level were turned down.
I would have accepted the fact that I couldn’t get a job if they did not rebuked me with lame excuses like 'we are sorry, but there seems to have been a misunderstanding. We have no vacancy like that'. Even though they had placed said vacancy for several weeks in both the local newspaper as several jobsites or 'I am sorry but you do not have to correct experiences in your resume'. But that is life I guess. As the thoughts about a to-do list for that day the sounds from downstairs were slowly dying down, until the front door was slammed shut with a force as if the intent was to knock it out of its hinges. That meant it would be around 7.00 am and that my sisters ride to school would arrive any minute now. As if it was perfectly timed, the chiming of the old clock in the hallway sounded the hour I could hear the loud low grumbling noise of a old muscle car drawing near. I'm not a mechanic, nor would I even pretend to know anything about cars. But the sound of that exhaust could not be healthy. You know the sound of a car with a leaky exhaustmuffle? Well this one sounds like it was missing all together. The ritual of being woken by these sounds have been well established for about a year now, how on earth my sis and this guy ever came to be together is beyond me. She is a bit of a nerd, not socially awkward or anything just someone with a higher IQ then average but not the personality to cope with it. Her boyfriend on the other hand, a complete and utter musclehead. If he ever had even 1 working braincell it would have died long ago due the serious overuse of cosmetic products and steroids. He is know around this town for 3 things.
1) He`s the local schools quarterback.
2) He's more obsessed and concerned about his reputation and appearance then anything else.
3) People are surprised that someone who can hardly spell his own name, let alone do basic math, get passing grades.
As you can guess, the 2 of us do not get along well, for that reason I tend to be out of the house whenever he comes around or I don't show myself until long after he leaves when he stays over for the night. My policy has always been avoidance of conflict is better then solving it. Guess that’s why my general reputation around these parts is that of an complete wimp. Despite the fact that I personally cannot complain about my physical fitness or appearance.

Anyway, deciding that it would be better just to get up and prepare some breakfast I let myself drop out of bed. I knew I could sleep in for as long as I wanted to, my mother was hardly around to complain to me about any bad habit I might have. Ever since dad went MIA in some god forsaken desert in Iraq it appeared as if she wanted to work herself to death. Before the message she had worked long hours, being a assistant DEA meant having to do that. But at this time it was just being plain insanity. She left at 6.00 am and often would not return until well into the night. It meant that I normally had a whole lot of freedom, although it being a pain sometimes. Like today for example. After reluctantly having showered and dressed myself I came into the kitchen to see a sight normally reserved for the aftermath of a nuclear explosion. Everything was just about everywhere. Blobs of some unidentifiable blackish goo were scattered all across the cabinets around the furnace, I didn't even dare to blink or look away from that stuff for I could swear that it moved in every direction but the one gravity had in mind for it. Breakfast would have to wait until anything that was not a serious health-hazard could be prepared in a circle of at least 600 meters from this site.

*2 hours of cleaning later*
Finally finished and placing the cleaning equipment back into the closet I could not only feel but also hear my stomach protesting due the lack of breakfast. Without a doubt I could tell that there would not be much left what could be within reasonable parameters classed as eatable.
Turns out, I was right. The cabinets were almost completely devoid of anything that could serve as breakfast. A small snack made out of a few cheese-crackers and cup of coffee was all I managed to create. Of course, my mother forgot to do groceries again and forgot to leave some cash behind for me to be able to get them. Meaning, take-out for dinner again.
But right now I had better things to do then to worry about where I would place my order this evening. I had a lot of unopened mails from my rounds of applying last week, and I needed to check whether or not I was even accepted for a interview. For most it would mean a spark of hope, to me; well lets just say I’ve been let down way to often for that.

I was about half way through a pretty large list when I heard the sound of the mailbox. (Hey what can I say, desperate times call for drastic methods. Its not spamming if each mail was written focused on the specific company right?) We had an old fashioned box, one embedded in the front door. Even if you wanted to you could not ignore the sound of metal slamming against metal whenever something was pushed through it.
The mail itself was the usual, a few bills some advertisement. But one envelop stood out from the rest. A deep blue one, with a silver sickle moon standing between the companies name. H.E. Relations. A thing I had never even heard about, and the funniest thing of all. It was addressed to me. Eventhough I never even registrated for any dating service at all! But still the letter it contained was a interesting one.

To mr. R.F. Leavesdale,
In cooperation with various goverments we of H.E. Relations are brought in to research the various states and hormonal housekeeping of young adults.

*The letter rambled on about scientific status, and reasonings beyond my comprehention for quite a while. It was the ending that really captured me the most.*

So to summise, I hereby stretch a invitation to participate in our research located at our headquarter. We will pick you up at arround noon tomorrow from your place of residence. As was dedicted your government, the time invested will of course be compensated.

Awaiting your arival,
Drs. T. Sparkle.