Every Dark Night Turns Into Day

“Hey Sunny,” Lyra greeted her as I watched her walk inside the school. Her mint green friend was leaning against the lockers as I stealthily peered out the window of the dark classroom I was hiding in, adjusting my red bow. “How’s it hanging?” I was hoping they didn’t look in here or think that it was off the door was slightly open. I was hiding in a unused classroom right now. I don’t know what class this used to be but probably a science lab based on the emergency water station in the corner.

“Pretty good,” Sunset smiled warmly as she stood next to her friend. While I did create anon a miss and was the ring leader, I still felt bad after. Hell, I felt bad during. The account got way out of control. “How about you?” I was hoping my sister or other students or teachers didn’t find me in here. This was a spy mission after all. I could be sneaky when I wanted to be. I was friends with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo after all. I let out a low quiet sigh at the thought of my two accomplices and friends.

Sweetie and Scootaloo were just following my lead after all. Scootaloo had jumped on board right as I announced the idea. Sweetie Belle had taken a bit more convincing but after we appealed to her own resentment, she agreed.

“I’m good,” Lyra said as she looked around. “So I heard a rumor you are going to Applejacks farm to help out. Are you sure about this?” I frowned in the darkness at her. While I had nothing really against the musician, I really didn’t need her convincing Sunset to not go. If she did, all my plans would go to hell.

“Yeah,” Sunset admitted. “As much as I’m angry at her and her sister, I don’t want them to starve or lose money.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in.

“What if it’s a trick?” Lyra asked curiously as she pushed herself off the lockers and grunted. Presumably from her evidently heavy backpack. “If you need us, we can show up too and make sure nothing happens.”

“I don’t know. I already agreed to it and I don’t back out of a promise. If anything happens, I’ll call mom and you guys immediately,” Sunset said as the two started to walk away. “Do you want to swap back packs?”

“Sounds good. And nah, I’m fine. Thanks for the offer though. At least our lockers are right down the hall.”

I grunted as I lifted the barrels off the back of the truck and started staggering across the yard as it suddenly got lighter. Applejack stood in front of me with a disapproving look, holding one of the cider barrels.

“Don’t over work ya self Bloom. It ain’t smart or safe. What is it Pa always used to say?” Applejack chided.

“Work smarter not harder right?” I asked as I started walking along my older sister. While I didn’t remember my parents all that well, I could faintly remember some of their sayings. Must be nice to be as old as AJ and Big Mac. They at least had more concrete memories of Ma and Pa.

“Got that right. Ah get ya wanna get your chores done but if ya accidentally break one of the cases ya will have more work to do,” Applejack stated as she set the barrel down in the barn and shoved it with her shoulder to be pressed against the other apple cider barrels stacked neatly in the barn. As part of my punishment of cleaning the pig pens and the horse manure, I had to help with more of the manual labor. I had a sneaking suspicion that they filled some of the barrels assigned to me less full than we normally would fill them so I could carry them to the barn.

“Oh by the way,” I said cautiously as Applejacks green eyes flicked over to me. “Sunset came up to me and offered to help out on the farm. Said she would be here about nine on Friday to help out.”

“Why would she go up to ya and not me?” Applejack asked with a mixture of surprise and hope on her face.

“Ah ain’t sure. Maybe she felt more comfortable coming up to me than you right now,” I shrugged as I looked at one of the horses in the field galloping with a smaller horse. I always did like the horses. Beautiful but scary creatures. I remember being terrified of them at one time until Applejack had taken me out and practically shoved me in the pen with one till I got over my fear.

“Alright. This better not be one of ya pranks now Bloom,” Applejack said sternly. “Ya still got more work to do around here to be playin around.”

“Ah promise it ain’t a prank sis. On mah future grave,” I said. “Don’t ya worry about that. Ah ain’t doing nothing stupid again.”

“Alright good. Ah guess ah’ll go and make her a list of chores to do when she gets here,” Applejack shrugged as she started to walk out of the barn. “It’s gettin dark missy. Head on up to ya room and start on ya homework.” I groaned internally. I hated math. Worst and most hard subject in school.

I watched her walk to the old farm truck dad had bought years and years ago according to Granny. I always did prefer the older trucks than newer trucks. The more beat up the better. Shows they were loved and all. I don’t get how people can buy these trucks and just use them for anything other than farm work. I watched Applejack turn the old Ford on and started driving down the dirt path to where we kept the other vehicles. I allowed a small excited grin to form on my face as I pumped my fist in the air.

“Phase two of Operation Rekindle complete.”