Author's Note

This chapter was written at some point in 2012. For context I was being pressured to continue LTD, but I had zero interest in doing so. Eventually I wrote part of this chapter, but never finished it.
So this is the first time it's being seen publicly.

Unused Part 3 opening

Well, I’m going to start this back up, but since Iron Clad has his story going, I’ll skip a little farther into the story. So, if you want to know what happens in the rest of “Part 2” you’ll need to read his story.

What I’m doing is something I’ve been wanting to do since chapter 24. Part 3 of Living the Dream. The part that centers around Spark and his adventures. Oh yes, this will be much better than the adventures with Lance.

Before anyone ask, yes, the whole crew will still be in, but they won’t be the main focus anymore.

And lastly, my grammar and sentence formations have improved greatly. So no more crappily written chapters (Well, they may still be crappy, but they’ll be correct at least)

So, let’s get Part 3 started.

Chapter 1 (Chapter 134)

11 years later, 2024, June 2, Saturday.
Spark, age 14 (Almost an adult by pony standards)

“Hey! Wake your ass up, Spark!” an all too familiar voice yelled, forcing me to slowly wake up. “You don’t want to sleep away your entire summer, do ya?!”

I groaned and threw the covers off me, but didn’t get up. “Why can’t you just let me sleep in?!”

“Because, if I do that, you’ll just waste your summer. Trust me, you’ll love the extra time you have in the mornings.”

I sighed and slowly rolled out of bed. After rubbing my face, I looked towards the doorway, where my dad stood. “Yeah, but college doesn’t actually start until August! I have plenty of time to sleep in!”

“You’re already up,” dad said with a smug look as he started closing the door. “Breakfast is ready, so hurry up before it gets cold.”

I pay him hardly any attention as I walk over to my mirror and checked my manes status. And as I thought, it was a mess. Nothing a quick shower couldn’t fix though.

And with that, I left my room and turned to the right to go to the bathroom. After walking down the short hallway, and taking a small turn, I arrived at the bathroom... only to find it occupied.

With a loud groan, I banged my hoof against the door.

“I’m in here!” Fawn yelled from behind the door in an annoyed voice.

Fawn’s in the bathroom? Ugh! She takes forever when she goes in there!

“Fawn!” I yelled back as I slammed my hoof against the door again. “Hurry up! I want to get this shower over with!”

“Can it, Spark! I just got in here!”

“Ugh!” I banged my head against the door and groaned. Looks like my shower would have to wait.

Reluctantly, I walked back down the hall and descended the stairs. About halfway down them, I heard my mom laugh at something, followed by the sound of pots and pans hitting the floor.

“Damn it, Kara!” I heard dad yell, followed by mom laughing again.

Curious as to what could be happening, I stepped into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Kara was flying around near the ceiling, a piece of paper in her beak. Meanwhile, dad was trying to catch her, but was clearly outmatched in flying skills in such a small space.

“What’s going on?” I asked aloud.

“Oh, a letter came in the mail today for your dad,” my mom began. “But before he could read it, Kara flew by and stole it.”

“Why?” I asked out of curiosity as I watched dad slam into the roof a few times.

Mom shrugged. “It could be because your father wouldn’t buy her that Deluxe bed the other day.”

“Ah,” I said with a nod.

“Kara!” dad yelled as he slammed into the wall again. After a few more seconds, he gave up and landed on the floor.

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