Funny Feelings

Light shined through the thin curtains of the boutique's window falling onto the face of a young unicorn who was still faintly dreaming, her curly pink and purple mane covering her face. The smell of breakfast cooking was wafting through the air, as well as the boutique's seemingly natural lavender scent. An older unicorn poked her head through the door and spoke softly, "Sweetie Belle! Time to wake up, you don't want to be late for school!"

With a start, Sweetie Belle woke up. Poking her fore-hooves out from under the quilt and sitting up to face her older sister, she asked in a tired voice, "Rarity, I'm not feeling too well. May I stay home today?" She never felt well. Not since she received that note, which she kept in a small chest under her bed with a few other knick-knacks. Rarity trotted over and placed a hoof on Sweetie's forehead.

"You don't feel warm, and you don't look ill at all," Rarity said looking slightly suspicious, "It'll be the 3rd time you've missed school this week. Is something wrong?"

"It's the headache's again. I had them last night while I was sleeping and I had a weird dream," Sweetie replied while trying to pull her hair back from her face, "It made me feel funny, like something good was going to happen to me, then it was going to be taken away, but I was still going to be happy."

Rarity sighed, "I'm sure its just your mind maturing to where you can begin to control magic. Soon enough magic will be a thing that comes easy to you. If you want I can ask Twilight to give you some training that will help, but for now you need to get ready for school. Wash up and I will get you some medicine to help with your headache."

"Fine, can I at least get a piece of candy with my lunch?" Sweetie asked as she pushed the covers off of her.

With a smile, Rarity said "Yes Sweetie, you can have a piece of candy." With that Sweetie belle hopped out of bed and started getting ready for school just as she had done what seemed like thousands of times before, trying to put her strange feeling aside. After brushing her mane, teeth, and tail, she gathered her homework from the previous night as well as the small assortment of materials she would need during the coming school day. Lifting one of her binders she thought to herself 'Mom and Dad sure wasted half a forest with all this paper they bought me'. She packed her things neatly into her saddlebags and trotted downstairs for breakfast.

What awaited her was a spread of pancakes with a side of fruits and berries. Unlike her sweet tooth (and name, for that matter) would suggest, she wasn't a fan of maple syrup on her pancakes. Not that she didn't like the taste, she just felt it caused too much of a hassle when trying to eat before having to go somewhere. Instead, she dumped a small pile of berries on top of them and let the juices soak into the pancake. After eating, she downed her medicine Rarity brought her with a gulp of water, grabbed her lunch box, and said "Good bye!" to her sister for the day.

Out the door and on her way, she did a quick gallop to warm up in the morning air and to go meet her friends Scootaloo and Applebloom. She met Scootaloo halfway down Mane street with a friendly, "Good morning!" As the two exchanged greetings and began walking to school, very little was said. Sweetie was letting her mind wander again and soon her mind took her back to the curious dream she had the night before.

She remembered it in surprising detail: in the dream she was a few years older, and she was talking to her future coltfriend. They chatted about this and that, and she felt as if she truly loved him in the dream, but all of a sudden they had to stop talking for reasons the dream didn't describe. The strange thing is that this wasn't the first time she's had this dream, far from it in fact, but any time she tried to recall the dream she could never think of a face to go with the
coltfriend.

She thought it might have something to do with the note, since the dream started the night she had gotten it.

She suddenly realized there was a giant pink bow with ketchup-colored hair trying to talk to her, "Earth to Sweetie Belle, Earth to Sweetie Belle, Come in Sweetie?"

Shaking off her dazed expression, Sweetie replied with a "Huh?"

"What do you think Ms. Cherilee is going to be teaching us today? She said it was her favorite subject of the year," Applebloom repeated.

"It must be something really cool, like the previous elements of harmony bearer's and the challenges they faced!" Scootaloo interjected, "I wonder what Discord was like back then?"

"Probably not that different, he was frozen in stone after all," Sweetie chimed in, "In any case, I don't think that's what it is. Either way I'm sure its going to be better than Trigonometry."

"Didn't you have the best grade on that in the class, Sweetie?" Applebloom asked.

"Doesn't mean I enjoyed it," She replied as the trio approach the schoolhouse. As the colts and fillies of their class made their way to their seats, Cherilee walked in and greeted them with a warm "Hello Class! This week we will be learning about mythology of past cultures!" A sudden groan came from the bulk of the class, to which she barked "Hey, would you rather listen to me go on and on about the different constellations then give you a test over them, or do you want to hear stories about heroes and their adventures around the ancient world?" In a happier tone she continued, "This it my favorite subject of the year, so I'm not going to give you a big test over it. Do, however, expect a short quiz at the end of the week asking which of the myths or legends we went over is your favorite."

Author's Note

Please don't shoot me down immediately, this is my first try at making fan-fiction.