I let out a sigh as I shoved a picture of me and my friends in a box. I really hated the idea of moving. It’s like Mom didn’t even care about what she was doing to me. I worked super hard to get the proper grades I needed to get into the school I wanted. All for nothing. All for some school on the other side of the country.

“You still going to the movies with your friends?” Mom stuck her in the doorway and I glared at her.

“Yes Mother. We are,” I grumbled. “At least they care.” Mom narrowed her eyes and I gulped a bit. That might have been a mistake.

“Watch yourself young lady. I can make you stay home but I won’t,” Mom warned. Okay, yeah. That was definitely a mistake. She had been in a bad mood today and I’ve been trying to avoid making her mad. She doesn’t get mad often but when she does, she lays down the law. She’s not physically or verbally abusive but is very strict when mad.

“Sorry mom. It’s been a stressful few days and I’ve been disrespectful. I apologize,” I sighed. Just because I was angry doesn’t excuse my behavior. Mom sighed and sat down next to me on the air mattress.

“I know love. Moving is stressful,” Mom admitted. “I know this isn’t what you want but believe me. This is going to be a good change of pace for us. There’s an opera in Canterlot for you, a great big lake near the factory. This is going to work out.”

“I’m going to be lonely all four years of highschool so forgive me for not sharing that sentiment with you,” I flopped back on my air mattress I had been sleeping on since our beds were on the Uhaul trucks.

“You’re not going to be lonely dear. You’ve made friends once before and you can do it again. And if you don’t well, you still have your friends here you can call and text,” Mom reassured me.

“I know. I don’t know anything about Canterlot or where anything is.” Mom frowned slightly. She had been doing that a lot recently.

“Well I could have chosen to send you to Crystal Prep but after my research, you wouldn’t good there. Plus the principal is a arrogant jerk. Canterlot High is the best for you. Lax dresscode, theater classes. Music and orchestra made up by your fellow classmates. Surely you could find someone in there to make friends with. I have complete faith in you.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“So what movie exactly do you want to watch?” I asked Sprinkle. She gave a shrug and tossed a french fry into her mouth.

“I don’t give a damn. I’m honestly down for anything. As long as Storm doesn’t get to pick,” she commented. Storm threw a french fry at her and glared.

“I pick good movies thank you very much,” she scoffed with exaggerated anger before smirking. “Better than Beauty at least. If I watch Beauty and the Beast one more time, I’m going to kill myself.” I gave a low chuckle. She always said that about Beauty’s movie choices.

“Something funny over there, Titanic?” Storm turned and faced me. I resisted the urge to facepalm. I absolutely loved the Titanic. A very romantic movie. Wish someone did that for me. Minus the letting me go and letting me drift away to die in the ocean. That part sucked.

“Nothing,” I chuckled. “And the Titanic was a good movie.” Storm rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Oh yeah a great movie. She literally let go of him to die while she’s saying I’ll never let go Jack. Who the fuck says that? The nerve of that girl was through the fucking roof. She should have pulled him on the door with her. That was a big ass door and had more than enough room for one person. Absolutely ridiculous!” Storm fumed while Sprinkle grinned.

“I think you are missing the point,” Beauty rolled her eyes.

“No you’re missing the point. The point is Rose was a bitch who got her boyfriend killed. She even had sex with him in a strangers car on a boat!” A few people in the fast food restaurant we decided to stop at gave us weird looks and Storm turned red as she slid down in her seat. “Anyway. All she cared about was fucking him. Remember the whole draw me like one of your French girls scene?” I gave a laugh and turned red.

“That was funny. The bed- the couch,” I giggled and sipped my sprite. “He looked so nervous but professional.”

“Did you know Leonardo DiCaprio messed up his line? He forgot it and the director liked it so he kept it in,” Beauty Brass mentioned. “If I wasn’t dating Noteworthy, Leonardo could draw me like a french girl of his.” Sprinkle gagged and rolled her eyes.

“We should have seen that one coming from a mile away. You’re so weird. Maybe you can ask Noteworthy to try drawing you,” Sprinkle suggested.

“What makes you think I haven’t?” Beauty winked at her. We all looked at each other.

“God that mental image makes me want to drink bleach and kill myself,” Storm grumbled after a moment of silence.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but I agree. That is terrifying,” I sighed. Sprinkle stayed quiet but nodded her agreement.

“I think we got off topic of picking a movie we are going to see,” Beauty said. Sprinkle opened her mouth to speak.

“We are not watching Interstellar again. That movie is confusing. If we do, I’m smothering you in your sleep,” Storm threatened before she could speak. “I know where you live, I know where you live and I know where you live. Don't forget that.”

“And we know where you live,” I reminded her with a grin. “Don’t forget that.” Storm paused as she registered my words. Sprinkle gave me a fist bump as Storm sighed.

“Touch Cotton Candy Hair, touche.”

Author's Note

Fun fact: Storm Clashes personality is based one hundred percent on me. Every she has said, I've said at least once in my life. I have a dark sense of humor so I joke about ending myself a lot. She's the female version of me.

Another fun fact: those things about the Titanic and Leonardo forgetting his line and James Cameron keeping it in was true.