Chapters I woke up. Not gracefully as one would imagine, but very suddenly, sitting up on my flank. I had struggled to remember the horrid details of my nightmare, but glanced outside my dull, filthy, second story window. A rainbow was arched across the pale blue morning sky.
“That’s funny; I don’t remember it raining recently” I thought to myself as I harnessed the energy within to actually get out of my bed, “There’s something… not right about those. Rainbows… pffffffftttt.”
I arose, and did a very quick stretch and walked slowly to my rounded door after finding my thick rimmed glasses. I trotted past all my lovely books, my frilly pink lamp (that I don’t like), and finally, a mirror. I gazed at myself in that mirror, admiring… is that the right word for it? I glanced upon my springy red and yellow mane, noticed my horn, adjusted my glasses and heaved out a big sigh.
I tiptoed down the stairs as to not wake him. Grayson. Slumbering on the couch. Cider mug in hand. Snoring so UNGODFULLY LOUD…
“Alrighty, I just gotta…”
Then, of course with my luck, I tripped on a discarded bag and hit the floor with a loud boom. Grayson stirred, and then the horrible man began to shout.
“SINGSPIEL!” He yelled, leaping from the couch and getting really close to my face. So close I could FEEL his rancid breath on my forehead as his hulking body loomed over me. “What are YOU doing down here?”
I don’t want to think of him anymore. That’s why I left. Finally. After 8 years of this… torture… I’m finally free.
I stood up after a few moments of crying and used my right hoof to wipe my small tears away, after bumping my glasses and feverishly knocking them to the ground. As I picked them up, I saw a flash of pink. Thinking it was someone Grayson sent to find me, I cowered in fear with my hooves over my head and my face in the dirt.
“What in Equestria are you doing, silly? I could hear you crying from allllllllllll the way over there!”
I looked up. A (very pink) pony was pointing far off into the distance, by a pond. I stood up and nodded at her.
“That’s FANTASTIC!” The pink one shouted while hopping excitedly. “We have to have a party, now!”
My face went white and I got somber. “Party?” I thought. My mind instantly went to Grayson’s hosted loud events with a lot of drinking… and kicking. I began to weep.
“No. Please. I don’t want to have a party…” I covered my face in my hooves again, as she pulled them off my dripping eyes and dragged me down a path towards what looked like more buildings. She went ON AND ON about how she has many friends and I should meet them, how I would “fit in” and where I could stay for a while. She spoke quite highly of one named Twilight Sparkle and how she moved here, too.
Pinkie whispered into her ear, and Twilight facial expression changed from annoyance to distress, then immediately changed her mind.
“Excuse me, why don’t you come in for a while? Any friend of Pinkie’s is a friend of mine.”
3: Fluttershy and Twilight.
I awoke to a blinding light and immediately cowered in fear of what would happen. I had forgotten where I was, but was quickly reminded when Twilight was standing in front of my closet-coat-fortress-of-solitude, eclipsing the bright light, the bane of my existence.
“We have been looking for you. We thought you were taken or ran off with…”
“Ran off with who? I was… looking for my coat and a broom hit me. I guess I passed out… heh…”
“There are no brooms in this closet, and you didn’t bring a coat with you. You also have made a mess of my carefully organized rain coverings. I feel as if you were hiding because you couldn’t handle the stimulation of social events and thus felt it necessary to hide or sleep. “
I had no words. She had used some sort of skill to belittle me with logic and make me speechless. I need to learn this talent!
“We need to talk. I want to talk you though this and help you.” The purple unicorn sternly stated while holding her head down and shaking it as if she was very disappointed in me.
“Can we not?” I asked sarcastically. “I don’t see the reasoning of recounting my past to ‘help’ me. It will only sadden me, then sadden you, then anger me.”
Author's Note
I do not hate any of them. Next will be Applejack and Rarity. It's just her character. Sing is going through tough stuff and feels the need to bully. Don't hate because I offended your favorite character. Hate it because my story is pointless, or because my writing style is shitty.
I did not know where to go. I trotted at a medium pace down the path to the left of that small gate, when I come on to a fork in the road. I sat and hesitated for a small moment. The back of my skull felt occupied yet again as it did a faint whisper.
“Ok, so let’s say that the moon is going to crash into your farm if you don’t eat fifteen blueberry pies and give half your apples to Princess Celestia without pay, so she may throw them at ongoing trains? What do you do?”
He said nothing as the chewing sound began again. My hair puffed up and I began to get enraged.
“You are either a simpleton or you are so mentally disturbed that you feel the need to express your feelings in ‘yes’ and ‘no’. Do you feel the world is as black and white as yes and no? Or are you too shy to function so you pretend to be so very unintelligent that people disregard your existence?” I ran in front of his pull cart and reveled at his hooves. “TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!” I demanded while throwing a small fit.
