Another Boring Day... or is it?

I sat in class on a normal Tuesday morning. It had just begun and Miss Cheerliee started talking away about mathematics. 'Her and her long words can't she just dumb it down just a bit? So ponies in this class can actually understand what your saying! Screw this I'm going to sleep.'

About maybe an hour later a book slamming closed woke me up and I looked up at Cheerilee who looked down at me with a seriously cross face. I yawned and shook my head. 'What a weird dream. What was that creepy looking thing? Oh whatever I'll think about that later. For now I have to deal with Cheerilee.'

"Sleet? Could you tell the rest of the class what 5•8 equals?" Cheeilee's voice was soft but I could tell she was pretty mad at me.

"5 times 8? Um..." A sharp pain ran though my head as if something was trying to tell me something. "The answer is 40." I said like it was common knowledge. Cheerilee's jaw dropped open slightly. The sharp pain pasted though my head again making me wince. Cheerilee went back to the front of the class and the rest of the day in class went past smoothly.

-BBRRRIIIIINNNGGGG-

'The bell finally!' I thought to myself as I lept form my chair and headed to the door only to be stopped by Diamond Tiara who was wearing a small amused grin. "Showing up Miss Cheerilee was hilarious and for that how about you join the popular group?" Diamond said with cunning prowess in her voice. I could tell she was up to something now just by her tone.

"No, Diamond i don't have time to be messing around with you." I said trying to put just enough emphasis to prove my point of no. With that I trotted past her as if she wasn't there. I knew perfectly well that she was trouble. Her old crony SilverSpoon was transferred to Canterlot after a prank of theirs backfired.

Soon after trotting a fair distance away, I felt a tingly feeling in my fore-hooves. I looked down to see silver tattoos appearing on them out of no where. 'What in the hell is going on first sharp pains, now this? This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. May as well go home, but I'll have to be careful about who sees me. My family is well known and if I'm spotted with these marks it could mean trouble.'

-A long walk and a few hiding spots later-

My home was nothing really special. An average enough house built to fit about 3 adult ponies, as far as I knew anyway. I entered to find the house empty. "No pony home... Great... This gives me time to think about that dream... It would've helped if i took time to think about it earlier..." I look down at the silvery tattoos now lining my fore-hooves. "What could these mean....? I wonder if there is anything on the computer about this... May as well take a look to see if i can find anything on this." I trotted though my house to the computer located in the kitchen. I booted up the computer and opened up firepony.

I clicked the search bar and typed in 'Mysterious Tattoos'. I scrolled and looked through what seemed to be hundreds of cites on the subject until one that looked similar. "Tribal Amarezonian Tattoos..." I look at my arms to compare to the picture. 'A perfect match! Only how did I get them? I'm not Amarezonian... am I? It says here that most Amarezonians are zebra... this doesn't make much sense...' I close out the window and look at the desktop for the Family Tree mom and dad were working on a few days earlier. "It's not here? Now where is it... I'm sure it was here." I continue to search the computer folders for some time till I hear knocking on the front door. "Now who could that be... May as well check, if it's someone I don't know I'll just not answer the door." I made my way to the door quickly and looked though the peep hole. "Mom? Maybe forgot her key... again... ugh." I open up the door and stand in the doorway. "Hi, mom. Did you forget your key again?"

"Yes, I did." She answered with a blunt annoyance that made me shiver. 'I've seen her mad before but this is a whole different level... Maybe work is stressing her out?' "Is your father home yet?" I shake my head no to answer her and she sighed disapprovingly and sat on the couch.

'Maybe I should ask since she hasn't asked about the tattoos... It's worth a shot.' "Mom? Um... Do... er.. Does our family have a Amarezonian ancestry?" She cleared her throat and tried to avoid eye contact.

"No... You don't why do you-" Her eyes grow wide as they fall onto the Tribal tattoos. "Where did you get those!" I look down and think 'BINGO! I struck pay-dirt. She must know something!'

"I don't know i was walking home when i saw them... I looked on the computer and found they were of Amarezonian ancestry... and when i found that out I looked for the family tree on the computer... but it's not there anymore." She was mad, no worse than mad, she was furious. I can tell there is only one time when she got this mad. Also her being a unicorn adds insult to injury because well... The special thing that happens when unicorns get mad, rage shifting.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!" I complied and sprinted into my room so fast it would rival the speed of a bullet. 'Being a pegasus helps too. My special talent: Control over electricity and the conduction of it. Typical right? it has it's perks though. Not in the way I think but i can summon it too, but only after I sit still and think about it really hard. I got that and my cutie-mark after i was struck by lighting in a really bad storm. The doctors said it's a miracle I survived it even though I was a pegasus. They claimed that I'd be likely to life a lot longer than most ponies, but that is what they said... but that was an estimate for that most part according to the scientist my parents took me to. It was a irregularly charged, so the scientist said and that could have added it as well.' I look over at the mirror hang on the wall in the corner and decide to take a quick look at myself. 'Dark Greyish Blue coat same as always. A frizzed and messy two toned pure white and dark black mane... My mane was once blue color like my mom, electric blue eyes.... They used to be brown like dad's but that bolt of electricity changed a few things.'

-A Few Long Hours Later-

"I'm home!" I look at the clock at the sound of dad's voice. '6:14. He's home earlier than usual. He normally comes home around 7:30.' I began to hear my parents bickering and yelling at each other a minute or so later. It came to a abrupt halt after a few minutes when I heard the sound of a smack. 'uh oh... That is not good... Mom must have slapped dad... 3.. 2.. 1... Que, the sound of breaking glass...'

-TTTTIIISSSSSSSSS-

'THis happens every time they fight. It's like they are only together because of me. By the sound of the breaking it was one of moms flower pots. They lose one of those every few weeks to a month in a half. I may want to break up the fight before it gets worse.' I open the door and see the broken pot and, a now sad looking flower. 'Poor thing. You don't deserve to be treated as such.' I pick up the flower by the stem. Good thing the roots are strong or all the dirt would have collapsed of of them onto the floor. I flap my wings to get myself off the floor and land back in the dining room. I place the flower into a fresh pot and add a bit of dirt and water. 'There you go friend you will live though this, just like last time.' I make my way to the kitchen after nodding to the flower and looked at my mom and dad who are on opposite sides of the room giving each other death glares.

-GGRRROOOWWLLL-

My parents eyes fell onto me and raised there eyebrows as they looked me over. I gave them an embarrassed smile as my stomach made the sound again only a little louder. "heh heh... Oops." Dad smiled at me while mom frowned. Dad was a pegasus like me only really smart. His cutie-mark is a dictionary. Unordinary seems to run in the family well dad's side anyway. Dad looked me over, seeing the tattoos his face turned to one of thought. The turned around and started dinner.

The rest of the night when how any normal family would spend the night until it was bed-time. Dad's turn to tuck me in thankfully. Honestly I think mom's bad mood is enough to make milk sour. Apparently dad thought so too because he is going to be sleeping on the couch. "Sleet, my boy, I think me and you need to give mom some space don't you agree?" I looked at him and nodded remaining silent knowing he wasn't done talking. "I am going on trip son and to be honest you are still a bit too young to go. So tomorrow I'm taking you to Canterlot, to stay with a friend while your mom cools off okay?" I nod again waiting for him to continue. "She is a friend from when I was in Caterlot going to meet your mother. She was getting mugged and I helped her out. She still owes me a favor, so taking care of you will be the favor. Is that okay with you Sleet?"

"Yes father, but... Is she like mom?"

"No, not exactly... hmm, let's say she's more hyper, outgoing, a bit childish, and care-free. Also, with no doubt you two will get along rather well. Her line of work involves electronic music and I think you may be able to help her out a bit." He gave me a wink and got up. "Good night son. I'll wake you in the morning."

"Wait, dad?" He turned and looked at me again with his educated eyes gleaming in the soft flicker of the candle he held.

"Yes?"

"What's the definition of insanity? I know it's a strange question but..." He smiled and shook his head calmly.

"That my son, is the question isn't it? That answer, you'll figure out on your own. What made you ask that?"

"I-I dunno... It just kinda popped in my head and I thought that you'd be better to ask then mom right now."

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. For now off to sleep my son, and dream of smiles and sunshine." He leaves the room and doing as he says drift off to sleep.

Author's Note

Vinyl Scratch will appear later maybe around chapter 2 or 3 haven't decided yet. It all depends on where i take it.