"Jingle, are you ready to go?" Called Rose Fire.
The young alicorn looked around what was once her room. She levetaited her favorite items; a neon green blanket, a stuffed manitcore, and a lavender pillow with a bell embroidered on it. She picked up a small suitcase in her mouth and headed downstairs to her mom, who took the suitcase.
The filly was glad she was leaving Trottingham. She would get away from everypony who bullied her because of her blank flank, her crossed eyes, and her lack of friends.
"Yeah. I don't have anything to miss here, except for the house." She ruffled her lavender feathers and brushed her ragged teal mane from her crossed eyes.
