A Filly's Distress

Loonie awoke to her mom shaking her awake. She groaned. ‘The first thing I see in the day is a fat, ugly, paint covered mare.’ Loonie stirred for a bit, avoiding her mom’s gaze. Until, she felt a pair of fat, ugly, paint covered eyes staring at her, probably burning holes into her back.

She sat up rubbed her eyes with her hooves. Although annoyed, she held back a snarky comnent because she knew exactly where that would get her.
She looked at her mom and raised an eyebrow, expecting some news like 'meet your new dad!' or 'your getting adopted!' '. It was something she’d do though, so that wasn’t a possibility that was checked off the list.

“Looonie, you have school today.” The mare croaked.

Loonie almost talked back, but quickly stopped herself. Mares are scary. Don’t blame her.

She stayed silent, asking herself why her mom was telling her. Was it some special occasion?

"You'll be late if you don't go now." Mom said, grinding her teeth through a giant, fake, and ugly smile.

She internally facehooved, remembering that since she moved, her mom wanted to make a good impression. It happened last time too. When she was a really young filly, she had vague memories of living in Phillydelphia.

"Haha... Okayyyyy." Loonie said, quickly getting up off the bed to avoid the allmighty wrath of the Lord Of All Fat Mares.

"Don't be late."

She looked back and nodded.

Loonie went to the bathroom and closed the door, listening for hoofsteps so she could make sure her mom was gone.

Once she heard her door close, she turned around and trotted over to the mirror.

Loonie began looking at herself in the mirror. She attempted to grab her comb, but. Oh yeah. Nevermind. She ran her hooves through her mane as much as she could as an alternative. Although she knew she might be an asshole, she certainly wanted to look presentable. 'A well dressed asshole is a deceptive hot bitch. A badly dressed asshole is a ugly, fat bitch.' That's what her mother would always say.

She tried to grab her toothbrush, but- Yup.

She nudged the toothpaste towards her mouth instead and poured. And poured, and poured, and poured. After lots of pouring, she put water in her mouth by using the faucet, she began grinding her teeth together and gargling it. A filly labeled helpless is no longer helpless if they can find alternatives. Nobody ever said that, but she liked to think some famous, inspirational pony said that once. Probably. Maybe.

Loonie was snapped out of her thoughts about quotes her mom and probably famous people have said by the burning and itching in the skin of her inner cheeks.
Loonie nearly choked, but spat out the so called 'toothpaste water' before she could swallow it. Thank Celestia or whatever.

She put her head towards the faucet and turned it on, filling her mouth with water.

She gargled for a few seconds, grinding her teeth again but resisting the urge to grimace at the feeling.

She spat the water into the sink, turning on the faucet once again to make sure it all went down the drain.

Loonie smiled at herself in the mirror, before smelling herself. Ew.

She nudged some perfume towards the edge of the desk and pressed on the top with her hoof, praying to whatever the hell could be up there besides the princesses Celestia and Luna it wouldn't fall.

She inhaled some of the sweet scent, trying to identify what it could be.

Loonie looked at herself again, smiling.

She trotted out of the bathroom and over to her room window, pushing out a tiny chair to stand on.

Loonie got on the chair and leaned over, separating the curtains.

It was dawn. Dawn.

Her mom had woken her up at dawn to annoy her.

Loonie smiled, happily. Maybe evily.

"Jokes on you mom! I love dawn!" She whisper-yelled, glad to spite her mom's spiting.

She got off the chair after closing the curtains on the windows, pushing her backpack onto her back and quickly headed out of her bedroom.

She almost started running before she saw her mom, fast asleep on the couch. Of course.

She went back into her room and checked to make sure she had everything.

"Notebooks? Check. Pencils? Check. Books on how to get away with murder? Check. Aaand, lastly... Snacks!" -She paused, licking her lips at the sight of the Human Crackers her mom bought sometimes if she wasn't annoying the entire week.- "Glad I put some in a ziplock, huh? I'm probably not getting any more after this week. Maybe. And check."

She smiled, before grabbing the zipper with her mouth and pulling it, closing the bag.

Loonie slowly opened the door, tip-hoofing over to the front door and unlocking it veeeery slowly, before opening it veeeery slowly and trotting out. She closed it behind her veeeery slowly, listening to make sure she didn't hear the click of the auto lock.

She sighed and continued on her way, checking out the sights.

She went to what she thought was a bakery and peered inside the window. Nobody there.

"Guess it's closed. I'll just come back later, if I ever have any bits later."

She looked around for a while before seeing what she though was a pink blur or some ugly, weird hallucination. How could a pony even go that fast? That's obviously impossible.

She blinked and turned around, before opening her eyes and seeing two, giant blue eyes in front of hers.

Oh no. Is this the pony people talked about? Pinkie, was it? Oh my Celestia. No. She was everything she didn't like in a pony. Hyperactivity, chatter mouth, etc, etc. For Celestia's sake, why won't life stop being so cruel! Why life, why?

She heard talking but she couldn't even comprehend what 'it' was saying.

She took a deep breath, facing the bouncing, bright pink, ball.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She yelled, nearly shaking the ground. That's what she thought. She's a filly, everything is much bigger to her.

The bright pink ball of annoyance stopped. Loonie took this time to run off into her house as fast as she could and quickly lock the door and all the windows.

Her mom stirred before sitting up, raising an eyebrow.

Loonie knew she was expecting a good explanation.

She stuttered for a bit and tried to point her hooves, but just went to her room with her head down. What a blessing, her mom was too tired to scold her.

"Kill me." she groaned before climbing under her bed and falling asleep. She was skipping school today, whether her mom liked it or not.

'I'll just tell them I was sick, no biggie. Mom wouldn't care anyways, I think.' she said to herself in her head before drifting off into a state of unconsciousness, or whatever those scientific fancy words grown up ponies used.