Author's Note

All the girls are a victim in this mess, please remember that. I'm not trying to make it seem like any has it easier then the other, this is just off of Applejack's point of view. I'd imagine that she would start off nervous in this kind of situation and slowly get more and more fed up over time. Soon shes going to start the stages of grief over her parents and friends which will mess with her mind, so before we get to that i want to say that all hell is gonna break loose.

If you have writing tips please tell me, also i accidentally submitted the chapter to early- so if you read it before and things changed you now know why.

The Park

Chapter 2…….. The Park

Bounds of autumn winds hit against the blond as she and her sister stood solemnly in the park. Dark wooded trees stood tall in a show of endless beauty. The floor remained painted with bright reds, oranges and yellows alike a sunset growing in the horizon. Two little girls rushed their ways towards Applebloom, ready for a day of fun… followed by their sisters.
Now Rainbow wasn’t Scootaloo's biological sister, but at this point she practically adopted the little girl into her family.

As the girls finally met the younger ones talked excitedly of the day to come, as the elder ones simply stared in distrust of one another. A great reminder.
Applejack shifted uncomfortably in her stance as she did all she could to avoid eye contact. It wasn't that she disliked the other girls, she just... couldn’t bear to see what she's done. They were all too happy to show it.

Rainbow quickly scowled at the farmer as Rarity scoffed, unhappy to be around the two. The atmosphere grew tense as each girl stood in silence.

“You know…” Applejack started only to have Rainbow cut her off.

“Save it liar, if you are gonna say Sunset set this shit up i subject you cut off your tongue before you say more bull.” Rainbw hissed, Rarity simply rolled her eyes.

“You both are so barbarish, I can't believe I spent so much time with you two!” the purple haired fashionesta sneered, tossing her perfect locks to the side.

“You weren’t any better to handle.” Rainbow quickly barked her response, causing a gasp from the melodramatic teenager.

“I just wanted to say sorry, i-” Applejack, once again, started only this time having the fashionesta cut her off.

“And you think we will forgive you after a single ‘sorry’?! You betrayed our trust and used us like puppets in your lying game!” Rarity growled as her eyes narrowed towards the farmer. The blond simply flinched, she said no more.

“For once I can agree with Ms Snotty.” Rainbow grinned, Rarity letting out a frustrated sigh beside her. “You hurt everyone, hell you used us! What were you even planning to do? You're worse than Sunset!”

“You need to stop listening to those rumors, I'm not some evil puppeteer!” Applejack begged only to again be cut off.

“Oh ya? Or are you just lying again! I don't trust Scoots to be around you, it's why i came!”

“You came simply because you don't trust me…?” Applejack mumbled, watching as the younger girls ran around in the grass. Rainbow nodded triumphantly as Rarity once again scoffed. Perhaps the fashionesta was there for the same reason, distrust.
Deciding not to push the conversation on more, the farmer quickly went to a bench to sit down. A bench as far away as she could get but still be able to see Applebloom. Little more was said from the older girls after that. They just watched their siblings, eyeing one another every now and then. Well, the farmer didn't partake. She hid.

Taking in a deep breath and sitting back the farmer watched as the cloudy grey sky drifted by over her. Branches reached up to the heavens in a silent prayer to be anywhere but here. Birds every now and then flew by arguing with each other over petty things. No sun was seen, just grey.
What if she was up there? The farmer's mind began to imagine a castle decorated with clouds and silver gates. A beautiful place holding history of all its seen, all it flew over. A castle in the clouds. A castle she wanted to run away to, a place she wanted to be forgotten to. A secret place where her pain will never find her. If only….

The hours flew by fast, eventually the elder girls stopped glaring at each other and went off to do their own things still within the range of the kids. Today was a no chores day, which was good for some. Frankly all the farmer wanted to do was work though, throw herself away in her duties and forget about things for a short while.
But her sister needed her here, she wanted her here. Why she wanted this was an answer the farmer knew too well. She wanted the blond out of the house and leave her self pity behind. Something the farmer failed to do.

Growling at herself Applejack eventually decided to get up and do something. She hated being upset like this, she hated sitting around doing nothing! What happened to her? She needed to get a grip of herself before she slipped further to a place little come back from. If not for her, for her family.
Standing up and surveying her surroundings, the farmer let out a chuckle. Branches and leaves sat all over the walk path, perhaps she could move the leaves and others into the grass to pass the time. Ya, that will do!

Getting to work the farmer quickly forced her mind to focus. She had no materials so she would have to work by hand, something she knew she could do. Lifting up soggy leaves and sticks the farmer quickly moved them away from the walkway. Working to make a cleaner path.

She grew engrossed into her work, so much so she didn't notice the form behind her. Well, that was until she turned around and practically jumped backwards into a trash can. Not her proudest moment.

The stranger let out a small laugh before offering her hand to the farmer, who just noticed she was sitting on her butt in front of a knocked over trash can. Quickly taking the strangers hand and standing up, the farmer began to dust small specks of dirt from her clothes.
The stranger had a rock-star with a shaved side of kinda deal. Long black locks with dyed red tips, sharp fake pointed ears and two fangs poking from her mouth. She was like a vampire, she even dressed in a gothic rock style. Her skin, however, was a bright peach leading the vampire idea out of the window.

“Thanks for helping me to do my job!” the stranger quickly smiled, “my name is Cryptic Fog, but you can just call me Crypt.”

“Nice… nice to meetcha.” Applejack mumbled, before smiling, “the names Applejack, you can call me AJ.” offering her hand to the other, the girls quickly shook hands.

“It's nice to meet you AJ, say after this wanna go hang out? You seem lonely so…” Cryptic started before jumping as a voice called out behind her.

“Get back to work Crypty!” It was a males voice. Cryptic sighed and muttered something about not liking that name. She quickly looked at AJ awaiting an answer, causing the farmer to freeze up. “Maybe we can talk about this later-” Cryptic started, trying to relieve the farmer of the sudden shock, “what's your number?”

“I…” AJ started only to be cut off for the 4th time today.

“What are you doing?” Rarity huffed as she approached the two. Cryptic made an annoyed face as AJ simply stood confused. “You shouldn't talk to AJ, she will just trick you.”

“Says the one lying to the entire school to gain popularity! I bet your eyelashes aren't even real.” Cryptic hissed with a wide smile, causing Rarity to gasp in surprise.

“Don't say i didn't warn you, darling.” Rarity grumbled, not very ladylike, only to straiten herself up right after. “Ta ta.”

“I hate that bitch.” Cryptic growled, before turning back to AJ, “I uh… heard what happened with your group.” AJ bowed her head as Cryptic twitched, probably trying to think of a way to lighten the mood. “Hey, you can hang out with me and my friends at school!”

“Thanks sugarcube, but i don't wanna cause trouble with nobody… prob best ah stay in the back.” Applejack responded, turning her head to watch Rarity walk off.

“Hey… you're not causing any problems, if anything Rarity is by spreading more rumors.” Cryptic smiled sympathetically before quickly taking out her phone. “Imma give you my number, is that OK?” After she got a nod from the farmer Cryptic quickly wrote down her number on a leaf before handing it to AJ. “gotta bounce, text me later?” before AJ could respond though Cryptic rushed down the park. Applejack watching as she slowly disappeared behind the green.

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It wasn't long after the little meeting that Applebloom requested to go home. The younger sister would talk the entire car ride of fun adventures she and her friends made up, Applejack just nodding and listening.
Frankly, the farmer was happy for her sister. So calm and surrounded by friends who care for her, she will be fine. Her brother too had a girlfriend by the name of Cheralie who supported him with the recent losses. The two were safe, protected. That was wonderful for the blond braided girl to know.

Messing with the green hair bands in her hair, Applejack walked upstairs as her sister ran off to the kitchen to talk about the day's events. Applejack wasn't one to proudly pronounce meeting her now ex friends so, simply walking off proved to be easier for her.
Once the farmer reached her room she jumped on the bed and sighed. Today was a blur for her. It was hard to keep track of the hours. Were there even hours? Whatever, frankly the day was just a normal day and the farmer was overreacting… like always.

A question she often asked herself creeped into her head, how did this happen? It was a simple question with too many answers. Answers that the farmer didn't find too pleasing and too realistic. However, like a snake watching its prey, voices in her head screamed it was all her fault. All her doing. She did this, and hurt them. They were right.

Mumbling AJ rolled over on her bed, the soft blue skies shifted with dark as the noon began to approach. Echoes of memories drifted through the air like it was held by spirts. Specks of dazzling green painted her window as the shape of trees, every now and again holding a shiny red fruit.
The farmer could remember times that the friends rushed through the trees in mysteries and adventures. Princesses, knights, treasure and dragons all held together in a shared fairy-tale. Even the idea brought a smile to the farmer's warn face. Things were different then, and god what that farmer would give to have it be different again. A wonderland painted masterpiece of innocence and adventure. Dreams that otherwise won't come true did in those few short hours. It was wonderful.

Yet here she was, reminiscing on the past. Wallowing in self pity like it was a blanket, god who had she become. Why did she let herself fall so fast? Sure they were everything she had but… but what? Nothing.

Rolling onto her side a sigh escaped her dry lips. Blond hair cascaded over her shoulders as if a valley of wheat over a mountain top.
Pulling the green bands free from her hair, the farmer let it bounce and shift under a now unbound path. Plopping the green bands into a drawer on her nightstand AJ poked through her pockets to find the leaf. Maybe she did need someone, she was falling fast and it was ugly how she screamed.

However once the leaf came to view a saddened sight beheld the farmer. The leaf was crumbled, destroyed. She could put it together, sure, but she didn't know which space went. It was easy to solve a leaf pattern, but not a phone numbers order. Frankly, all of it was effort the farmer wasn’t willing to put in.
Crumbling up the leaf and throwing it out of her window to perhaps help the soil some day, the farmer growled. She still had work to do, why was she sitting here doing nothing?! What an idiot.

AJ quickly pulled her hair up changing the day's usual braids to a ponytail before bounding down the stairs to work. She may not have had chores today, but she has some for tomorrow! She could work on those! Hopefully it would get her mind off her predicament, hopefully it would calm her down. Work had to, it always did.

It failed to work.

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Laying in her bed with a now bruised arm, the farmer growled in frustration. She successfully gave herself a sprain and god, it annoyed the shit out of her. Now how was she to work? Today just kept getting worse.

And that's when the memory of her having to return to school tomorrow stuck.