Finding Self

"Sivad, could you come help with the groceries?" Sivad looked up when he heard his Moms' voice. He went over to the door, and sure enough, his Mom apparantly went shopping, and from the looks of it, she had way too much to carry. Perplexed, Sivad asked "How exactly did you get all of this home?...And where's Dad?" His mother grinned at him. "He came with me." She gestured with her wing over to the road, and sure enough, his father came into view. He was pulling a cart filled with more groceries. Sivad gave her an accusing look. "Don't look at me like that," his mother said, "We both decided that we would each take half of the groceries." Sivad let out a small laugh, "Yeah, but you have wings...And from the looks of it, you got the lighter half." She grinned sheepishly, "Oh, how did that happen?" By this time, Sivads' father arrived. "Well, Elise...I got my half... of the groceries..." That was all he could get out before he fell over from fatigue. In order to break Sivads' attention to her, she quickly added, "Oh! And I got you a little somethin'."

She went over to one of the piles of groceries, and pulled out a journal. "I saw that your grades aren't doing so well, and I think it's because you always keep everything bottled up. So I got you a journal so you can write those feelings down. You can write whatever you need to. Your Dad and I promise not to read it." For proof, she called out, "Right Sagan?" and somewhere beneath the groceries, a voice said "Right. We won't read it...Could somepony get these groceries off me?" Completely ignoring his Dads' calls for assstance, his Mom simply said "See? We promise not to read it. It's for your eyes only." Sivad, to be honest, wasn't really thrilled at the idea, unlike his Mom. He quickly decided that he would write in it, just for her. "Thanks for the journal, Mom." He looked over to the pile his Dad was buried under, "Shouldn't we help him out?" his mom turned towards him, "I'll get it. We can put everything up. After all, we managed to get all the way here by ourselves. You go and write in the journal." Sivad took one last look at the pile, and walked inside.

"Alright then...I now have a journal..." Sivad put the journal down on his desk, grabbed a quill, and began to write.

*****Journal Entry 1. 12-2-12. My Mom brought home a journal for me today, and wanted me to write in it every few days because she thinks I'm bottling up my emotions, and that is the reason for my grades being relatively low this year. While this isn't the reason for my grades being low, I've decided to write anyways. Who knows? Maybe it'll become a habit. At least I can write pretty much whatever I want. Mom and Dad say they won't read it, but I think my Mom will read a bit out of curiousity, so I'm going to hide it. She might stay true to her word, but I'm not taking any chances. I might put a lock on it so nopony else can open and read it. If somepony else finds this journal, and reads what I'm writing, or what I will write, then that wouldn't work out so well for me in the end. I'm going to write in this journal like I would write a story, or a book. That is, after all, what a journal is, isn't it? A story of someponys' life? Besides, I might give this to somepony else so they can read it later on in my life. Or possibly after my life. When I'm dead and gone, somepony might get their hooves on this journal. Of course I'd have to have the journal unlocked so they could read it. I'll figure that out later. Anyways, I guess I should actually write something about myself, shouldn't I?

My name is Sivad. I'm living with my Mom, Elise, and my Dad, Sagan in Watercrest Bay. My Mom is a Pegasus, and has a musical talent, and can play pretty much any instrument. My Dad is an Earthpony, and has a talent of science and intelligence. So my Mom is a Pegasus, and my Dad is an Earthpony...What am I? Well, I actually have both of my parents' talents. Music and Science...And I'm a Unicorn...I can't tell you how many insults I have to deal with on a daily basis, just because of my family. Because they think we're a strange family. (Just for the record, we are a very strange family. But in a fun way) I'm still not completely sure on the "Pegasus + Earthpony = Unicorn" thing yet. It is possible that I'm adopted, I don't know. I haven't really cared much either. My birth hasn't really been much of an issue, especially now that I'm older, and (almost) everypony else has gotten over it. Anyways, back on topic, I have a dark gray coat with a black mane. My horn is also dark gray. My eyes are actually two different colors. One eye is red, and the other is blue. I don't really know why. I honestly think it's pretty cool. My mark is an asteroid with music notes trailing behind it. It's like a combonation of my parents', which is fitting if you ask me. I enjoy science and music. I play several instruments, and I'm amazed at the science of...well, everything! Especially Physics...Astrophysics. Whenever I find myself in a situation, I can think of a song I know that fits the situation. Sometimes I listen to music for guidance. Sometimes the lyrics tell me what do to. At times, when I'm in a terribly depressed mood, in no mood to speak, I use music to speak for me. The lyrics tell others what I'm feeling. Music, and science, are just large parts of my life.

My school-life is fine. I have many friends, and I'm always eager to make more. Although it is kind of hard due to my family. The group of friends I have are the "Smart Asses" Of course we accept the term. We don't really care much about what others may say about us. Insults have never really bothered me, and I've never gotten really angry at somepony else because of insults. I have, however, lost my temper when two Pegasi were pushing me around. So I acted out of anger. One of them got hurt, and the other flew away. But since then, I've never had a serious problem with anypony, except for the occasional insult. I've noticed it's always the same group of ponies who insult me now, so I don't worry about it anymore.

I guess I'm going to continue writing in this journal. Not for venting, but also as a record of my life. Who knows? It could get really interesting. Also, I'd feel terrible if my Mom got me a journal, and I never used it. I'd just feel guilty about it. So tomorrow, the day after, I'll write in this journal. I'm not really on a schedule of any kind, so I guess I'll write when something comes up.*****

Sivad closed the journal, and put it in a drawer. He looked at his clock, and it was already Eleven. "Wow...Time went by fast." He got in his bed, and his heart sank..."Damnit...I have school tomorrow..."