History Repeats

Breakfast 1 and a half hours later was relatively silent. I think they heard my yells. I lift up a warm piece of bread and crunch it, trying to avoid their stares.

A few minutes pass and I look up to realize everyone's staring at me instead of eating. I swallow and speak. "What?" It's less dramatic than I imagined. They start sputtering. Probably trying to find a non-insulting way to tell me I need to go to a mental institute.

"This is about earlier, right?" I try to hide my annoyance. I'm already competing in a death match, I don't need a lecture about the magic of friendship.

"Yes, it is" A woman I've never met speaks. I can feel my temper rising. I don't even know you! Why are you talking to me!

Short Time takes a deep breath."Moon, you two need to work together. You are a team. I won't stand for this. Correct your behavior.."

I feel like punching them. How dare they talk about this? How dare he use my father's name for me? How dare they talk to me about not standing behind me when they stand for my blood being spilled? "Or what?" When I don't immediately get an answer, I raise my voice, "Or what?"

I think I have a when the mystery woman speaks. Or attempts to. Clearly they thought I was going to act like a cowering little filly who does what she's told.

Short Time takes over "Clearly that was a poor choice of words. A better choice would be... 'Correct your behavior or this will be much harder' yes, that was better"

I can feel my blood boiling, threatening to explode inside me. "Excuse me," I say. I get to my hooves and walk outside to the running track.

It takes an hour and a half of running plus two scraped knees to understand why I'm so upset. I hate being wrong. And it's true, I do. I stretch my wings and fly around the track, thinking.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I pull up at the last second to avoid crashing into a green stallion with a few large, wooden boxes in his magical aura.

I glare at him, and he glares back. "I could say the same to you" I turn around and trot back into the building.He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Crazy mare" . Oh well. I lean against the door to open it. But instead of the dingy hallway that leads to the rest of the buildings, I find myself in a cozy room. A fire crackles in the fireplace, and Teal leaf is sitting on a cushion. Oh hell no. I turn around and close the metal door and wait for a few seconds. When I open the door again, I find the familiar hall. I fly to my room and wipe the sweat off my face. What was that? I've never seen anything like it. What a strange place, the capitol. Halls that change when you open their doors. How can they afford all this? Yes, we all knew the capitol was rich, but we didn't exactly know how rich they were. My mind drifts to district 6. They have all this money, but we're left to fend for ourselves.