Baby bones

Loudly interrupted from their slumber they angrily wriggle around and wake up and stare at the alarm clock keeping their gaze on it entering a staring contest with the it
It keeps ringing in defiance of the foal's anger and wins.

the foal finally gets out of bed to turn it off.
Yawning they then groggily go to the bathroom to freshen up.

Opening the door they step inside and start cleaning themselves
getting in all the sockets even having to take some parts out of socket to be thorough.

While showering they started thinking how
being a skeleton has taught them the pro's and cons of being just bones.
cold weather causes no problems no matter the duration of exposure
and they didn't need as much nourishment as other's.

But the food they eat needs to be specially made for them to actually be capable of consuming it.
Otherwise its pointless to even try to eat. The food would just fall out anyway
and the worst con of all.
most ponies are scared of them or unnerved.

So if they ever go outside they have to wear clothes to conceal themselves from other's. it helps but isn't perfect if a strong enough wind comes by they end up being revealed to everyone nearby.

This even causes problems with schooling.
How could they go to school when doing so would cause all the filly's and foals to scream in terror?

So home schooling was chosen as the prime candidate.
Cant cause mass hysteria if they aren't outside in the first place right?

Finishing cleaning themselves and brushing their teeth they leave the bathroom
but still lost in thought they continue to think of how they've gotten here.

Being an orphan that's a skeleton not surprisingly caused what could've been a more large selection
of ponies. that could've taken them into their care to almost completely dry up.
But somehow either through some stroke of luck or divine intervention a pony took them in.

Oof!

The very pony the skeleton bumped into while going into the hall way.
To be more specific their adoptive mother.

"Had your head in the clouds dear?" she says while chuckling.

Bashfully looking down then looking back up I say. "Uhh.. yeah?"

"What's on your mind then hmm?" She says in interest.

I say "its nothing" as I shake my head.

She raises an eyebrow then says.
"if it was nothing then how did you get distracted then?"

Shakily I respond.
"its just the same stuff as before."

Sitting down she begins to comfort me holding me close cooing.
"I know I know but its going to be alright hun Things will get better."

Picking me up she proceeds to go downstairs to make breakfast.

While eating I try to forget about what other's think of me
for at least a moment and look at the bright side of things.

I may have trouble socializing with others due to being bones
but I do have someone who loves me,cares for me,means the best for me.

For this ounce I am smiling and enjoying the company of my mother.
The first months where a struggle but maybe just maybe it will get better.

Maybe ponies wont be as scared of me anymore?
Looking past the bones and seeing that there is a pony within?

Would I make any friends?
Joking and playing?

Before even finishing my thoughts it was time for mom to go to work
A hug with a kiss on the forehead and she's off.

and time to for me to get to my school work.

I trot over and look at the pages and sigh.
If only it was something remotely interesting but sadly it really wasn't
to me anyway.

Usually history can be pretty engrossing but this was dry as bones.
Why can history have fantastical events and even ones that make me snore?

The subject is a like a revolver with random empty chambers in it.

some times something actually happens other times its so dull I end up wanting to bang my head against a wall until I pass out.

But I am going to have just suck it up and power through it if I am ever gonna get anything done.
Especially since if I don't I am gonna get scolded by my mother.

Hours go by getting bored to death due to the withered material I had to read
and somehow soak up this boring worthless information into my skull.

I say with agitation. "Id rather have math over this!" shaking my head in annoyance i continue.
"at least there is something there! Something to solve like a puzzle!"

My face falls into the pages as I say.
"But no I have to read about how things have been for the past 1000 years."

Raising my head up I say in a mocking tone.
"Blah blah some slight changes here blah blah some slight changes there blah blah."
"wheres the extravagant events?!"
"The only real changes Ive read that could be interesting is technology!"

face palming i say. "But its been skimmed over with no actual care!"
"Did they really not bother to at least explain how they came to be!"

starting to rub my skull due to gaining a headache i say.
"The time of discovery or invention is there! But there is no act of discovery?!"
"Or the process the inventor went through to make it?!"
"Or the talent to manufacture the materials to create it?!"
"Ugh!"

Falling backwards onto my back in Boredom I stare at the ceiling.
Why did it have to be so dry? So lifeless and boring.

The writer had no respect for the hours of work that goes in to making any invention.
The time and money necessary to achieve such a thing requires respect.

But there was none in any of those pages.

I growl as I say.
"its like they just wanted to get it done in the quickest and laziest way possible."

Glancing around their room they see their calendar and look at the current date.

And immediately started to get peeved when looking at Wednesday
that one damn word annoys them to no end.
Out of all of the words that one made no damn sense in how it was spelled.
If its meant to be pronounced as wensday then shouldn't it be spelled that way?

Sunday,Monday,Tuesday those are all fine.
even Thursday,Friday and Saturday are fine.

the middle one is where shit hits the fan its like they tripped up suddenly then regained balance.
or someone made it up and was so proud of it then demanded it be included because they felt special.

Only to create a blemish on at almost pristine set up for names of the days of the year.
The letter D doesn't even make a sound like the letter s does.

so why is it there?
And why is there an es after it?

It makes no logical sense in any way.
The inner angry rant over a calendar gets interrupted by the sounds of someone opening the front door.

Quickly looking at the clock tells them that their school day is up and now family fun begins.
Smiling forgetting the pages of bland writing and the stupid calendar they run downstairs to greet their mother.