Jokes and Fake Smiles

"Kaoss! Do you have any words for the press!?" I hear a voice echo in my head.

"What will you do if you are put in jail?" I hear another. I see a hazy world of news ponies. No...What happened!?

"Are you proud of your decision?" I hear another. That one freezes into my head. I hear my thoughts repeat those words over and over. "proud....."

I jerk open my eyes, to see the ceiling of Fluttershy's cottage. No lights, It must be really late. I see Fluttershy asleep in the next couch. I feel myself wrapped in blankets, and I feel a pillow under my head. I'm almost certain these weren't here before. I sat up, and just thought. I looked at Fluttershy with concern. Everytime I looked at her in my thoughts, I realized that she's gonna be really mad at me for what I'm about to do. My Dad's gonna call the cops, and have them look for me, and Fluttershy's going to concern herself too much with me if she helps me. She might go to jail also  for helping a runaway criminal. I guess it's now or never.

I let out a quiet sigh while taking my time to keep light on my hooves as I grab my guitar case. I flew up her stairs very slowly, and looked for a window. Here we go... As I opened it, I heard faint taps of feet. They were quick. I look behind to see her pet bunny, Angel. He looks at me with a stern look, and shakes his head.

"Look, I don't want to....I have to." I say. He jumps to the window, and crosses in front of my face. He shakes his head slower, and more angrily.

"If I don't go, Fluttershy will get in trouble. I'd rather keep her safe. My friends before me, ok?" I pick him up with one hoof, and place him to the floor. "I'm very sorry, ok?" I try to say. I feel the tears coming once again, as I fly out the window. I look back one final time to see Angel frowning at me with a sad look. I looked for longer than I wanted to.

I broke eye contact, and flew onward. Ponyville is north from here, so I'm going to go West. To Canterlot. I have to go to a place far away. I'm not going to fly either. That would take too long. I have money, so I'll have to buy a train ticket.

I arrived towards the train station lights. To my surprise, it was open.

"Excuse me?" I tap the window.

"Can I help you?" Asked a mare opening the window.

"When's the next available train to Canterlot?"

"In a couple hours... Why are you here so early?" She asked concerned.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"3:00 AM...The next one is at 5:30 AM."

"Can I buy the ticket now?" I ask.

"Sure....But, I have one question." Great, she's suspicious. "What's the reason you're here?" She said looking like she wasn't gonna take a BS answer.

"Look, Ma'am, I don't want to talk about it... I just want to get away." I say sternly.

"Look, kid, I know it's easy to try and run, but you'll never solve your problems that way." She informs me.

"I don't want to solve them." I say with my head down. "One ticket to Canterlot please."

"Okay. I'll give you a refund if you change your mind later," She says softer.

"Thanks." I say sadly.

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"All aboard to Canterlot!" Said the conductor. 5:33 AM. Here goes my chance to make a new life for myself. I'll be homeless, but whatever. I guess life doesn't get easy when you're a rebellious worthless trash heap of a colt, though anyway.

I slowly set my guitar case next to me on a seat. It's gonna be a long ride. But the length will make it easier for people to forget about me.

..............

I had dozed off for a couple hours. We weren't in Cnaterlot, so I wanted to try to sleep again. I found it hard though. Even though the previous days were really unfortunate, I felt the rays of the sun warm my skin. I got up to see the view. A sunny cloudless day looking into the vast land of Equestria. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was. I glanced to the other side of the train, to see numerous passengers.

One of them caught my eye. A mare with deep yellow eyes, and dark blue skin with a white mane....like my mom. I brushed it off immediately. My mom's dead....I gotta get over it.

I wanted to take out the picture of her to try to compare it. I unzipped the pouch, and was about to pull it out.

"If your next stop is Canterlot, please be ready to leave the train." Said the conductor. I zipped my pouch back up before I took out the picture. I can look at that picture anytime I want to anyway.

.......

Ah, Canterlot. The city of the richest, fanciest ponies, and luxury homes across all avenues. However, I don't expect such a place for lodging. A bench is fine for now. It's warm, so I don't have to worry about freezing.

Gotta get used to a lower level of living I guess. Goodnight self....Sleep tight....Sweet dreams...hopefully.