Wait... What? A Pony?by Sparkler HoovesChaptersJust... Fake... Yeah, It's FakeGoing HomeStinkbugs and More (Yuck)Dealing With BossesJust... Fake... Yeah, It's FakeI stared at the blue gems on my hips. 'Now where the heck did these come from?' I thought to myself. 'I can't get a Cutie Mark!!!' 'It's not coming off! It can't be fake, then!' My string of thoughts was broken by my twin brother screaming up the stairs. "Claire! You're going to be late for work! Get out of imaginary Ponyland, or whatever, just come on!!!!" "It's Ponyville!!!!" I yelled back at him. I groaned, and got up from my computer chair. I looked around, gazing at all my fan art. The same fan art my parents didn't understand. They thought that bronies are weird, and that adults shouldn't like shows about colorful, cartoon ponies for little girls. I didn't listen to them then, but now, I wish I had. They died in a car accident a few years ago. Sad, isn't it? I stopped making people feel bad for me and yelled to my brother. "Okay Chris!!!" I yelled to him. "Whatever Claire," he said doubtedly. Crap. I'd better get ready. Lola, and Rain would be picking me up in 15 minutes. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked them as I got into Lola's car. "Nothing much, just your birthday! Happy birthday, Claire!" Rain shouted to me. Right in the ear, too. We pulled in the parking lot of RadioShack, to see a bunch of balloons and streamers taped to the door. I got out of the convertible, and started laughing. "Oh my gosh, guys! You did this for me?" I asked them. "Actually, it was Brandon's idea," Lola said quietly. I look over at Brandon and smile. I know he's liked me since 2nd grade. Now it's come to the point where I developed a little crush him. I go over and hug him,as tightly as I could. Oops. That surprised us both. I let go and cleared my throat. "Thanks, Brandon. I really appreciate it," I said awkwardly. He looked at me a smiled. "It's no biggie, C-" He was interrupted by Mr. Torres, the boss. "What the heck is going on?" He demanded Going HomeI got out of Lola's car, and ran inside. No time to say bye to them, I'll see them tomorrow anyways. I have a lot of work to do. I started to run upstairs, but Chris wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. "Food!" I yelled to him. He rolled his eyes and took out noodles. Yay. Carbs. I pulled a notepad and started writing down notes. Clues Lola Reinhart: Age: 25 Hair Color: Brown New Hair Color: Starting to turn a rose-color Rain Sobol: Age: 25 Hair Color: Strawberry blonde New Hair Color: Starting to turn turquoise Brandon Friered: Age: 25 Hair Color: Bro- Wait a minute. Why am I even doing this? Oh Celestia, I'm stupid. This might be a joke. Maybe it's Chris! No. He doesn't even like MLP. "Claire! Dinner's done!" Chris called up the stairs. I run down and ask him what were having (like I didn't know!) "Noodles," he says as if I never heard the word before. Yay, fourth night in a row... "Carb addict, " I call him as I crawl back upstairs with an apple in mouth, and no more dignity. I pull out my phone and text Lola, Rain, and Brandon to come over for a sleepover. Lola: Sure Rain: Alright. There's gonna be food right??? ;) Brandon: Cool dealio. See u then I plop down on my bed while waiting for them to come here. I'm humming to myself. It sounds really bad though. I'm tone deaf. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" I scream. Ewewewewewewew! There's a stinkbug in my room! "Chris!!!!" I yell downstairs. "Help me!" Chris comes charging up the stairs. "What's wrong?!" He asks frantically. "It's- it's- a - st-stink-k-b-bug-g," I stutter. "Ugh. Claire. It's a stinkbug! It can't hurt you!" Chris says, picking up the stinkbug(ewwww). "See?" He says, holding towards me. "It's harmless!" I shriek and climb under my bed to,like, five more! I run down the stairs screaming, "Whhhhhyyyyyy world why!?" I curl up into a ball on the kitchen floor. It feels like forever waiting for my friends. Finally, I hear the doorbell ring. Stinkbugs and More (Yuck)"Umm. Claire, why are you on the floor?" Brandon asked. Ooh. Embarrassing. "Umm. You know. Just like laying on the floor. It's nice floor," Oh my gosh. You could so tell that I was lying. "It was your entomophobia again, wasn't it?" Rain. Mind reader at work. I sighed as I got up. "Yeah. It's just that stinkbugs really creep me out! They give me chills!" Lola, Rain, and Brandon all exchanged mischievous glances. "I have an idea," Lola said deviously. We're all on my bed. I don't know what is going on, but I don't think I want to know. Lola pulled something out of her bag. *gag* A jar full of stinkbugs. "Oh my gosh. What are you guys doing?" I asked nervously. "Close your eyes, Claire," Rain commanded. Oh sh**. I know what they're doing. "No! No!" I protested. Long story short, 14 stinkbugs ended up eaten that night. Dealing With Bosses"Again, what is going on?" Mr. Torres asked through clenched teeth. Nobody answered. Oh shoot. We're screwed. "In my office. Now," Crap. He stressed the last word. "What is going on out there?" He asked. "We sell electronics. We aren't a party center!" Mr. Torres yelled at us. "I thought I told you that I just want you to do your freaking jobs! But do you? No! You're all lucky I can't fire your sorry as-!" Mr. Torres kept screaming at us as I looked out the door window. Great. A customer was in the store. "Thank you. Have a nice day!" I smiled as the costumer left. I sat down in my chair by the register. What the heck? I looked at my reflection in the black computer screen. My hair. Why is it pink? I called Lola over. "What is this?" I ask her, pointing at my abnormally colored hair. "I don't know. My hair is turning too," she replied. I looked at her hair. Yep. It's a faded rose color. Ugh. I lean back and start rubbing my temples. I start thinking about my mom. "Mommy?" I ask. She smiles and comes in my bedroom. "What's wrong ,Claire?" She asks me in a caring voice. "I-I had a bad dream. There was a griffin and she said something to me," I said quietly. "What was that sweetie?" She ventures. I try to think. "She said'For five score divided by four, your-" And sentimental flashback is gone. What was I trying to say? I don't even remembering this happen! Oh my gosh! What's happening to me?!
Just... Fake... Yeah, It's FakeI stared at the blue gems on my hips. 'Now where the heck did these come from?' I thought to myself. 'I can't get a Cutie Mark!!!' 'It's not coming off! It can't be fake, then!' My string of thoughts was broken by my twin brother screaming up the stairs. "Claire! You're going to be late for work! Get out of imaginary Ponyland, or whatever, just come on!!!!" "It's Ponyville!!!!" I yelled back at him. I groaned, and got up from my computer chair. I looked around, gazing at all my fan art. The same fan art my parents didn't understand. They thought that bronies are weird, and that adults shouldn't like shows about colorful, cartoon ponies for little girls. I didn't listen to them then, but now, I wish I had. They died in a car accident a few years ago. Sad, isn't it? I stopped making people feel bad for me and yelled to my brother. "Okay Chris!!!" I yelled to him. "Whatever Claire," he said doubtedly. Crap. I'd better get ready. Lola, and Rain would be picking me up in 15 minutes. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked them as I got into Lola's car. "Nothing much, just your birthday! Happy birthday, Claire!" Rain shouted to me. Right in the ear, too. We pulled in the parking lot of RadioShack, to see a bunch of balloons and streamers taped to the door. I got out of the convertible, and started laughing. "Oh my gosh, guys! You did this for me?" I asked them. "Actually, it was Brandon's idea," Lola said quietly. I look over at Brandon and smile. I know he's liked me since 2nd grade. Now it's come to the point where I developed a little crush him. I go over and hug him,as tightly as I could. Oops. That surprised us both. I let go and cleared my throat. "Thanks, Brandon. I really appreciate it," I said awkwardly. He looked at me a smiled. "It's no biggie, C-" He was interrupted by Mr. Torres, the boss. "What the heck is going on?" He demanded
Going HomeI got out of Lola's car, and ran inside. No time to say bye to them, I'll see them tomorrow anyways. I have a lot of work to do. I started to run upstairs, but Chris wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. "Food!" I yelled to him. He rolled his eyes and took out noodles. Yay. Carbs. I pulled a notepad and started writing down notes. Clues Lola Reinhart: Age: 25 Hair Color: Brown New Hair Color: Starting to turn a rose-color Rain Sobol: Age: 25 Hair Color: Strawberry blonde New Hair Color: Starting to turn turquoise Brandon Friered: Age: 25 Hair Color: Bro- Wait a minute. Why am I even doing this? Oh Celestia, I'm stupid. This might be a joke. Maybe it's Chris! No. He doesn't even like MLP. "Claire! Dinner's done!" Chris called up the stairs. I run down and ask him what were having (like I didn't know!) "Noodles," he says as if I never heard the word before. Yay, fourth night in a row... "Carb addict, " I call him as I crawl back upstairs with an apple in mouth, and no more dignity. I pull out my phone and text Lola, Rain, and Brandon to come over for a sleepover. Lola: Sure Rain: Alright. There's gonna be food right??? ;) Brandon: Cool dealio. See u then I plop down on my bed while waiting for them to come here. I'm humming to myself. It sounds really bad though. I'm tone deaf. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" I scream. Ewewewewewewew! There's a stinkbug in my room! "Chris!!!!" I yell downstairs. "Help me!" Chris comes charging up the stairs. "What's wrong?!" He asks frantically. "It's- it's- a - st-stink-k-b-bug-g," I stutter. "Ugh. Claire. It's a stinkbug! It can't hurt you!" Chris says, picking up the stinkbug(ewwww). "See?" He says, holding towards me. "It's harmless!" I shriek and climb under my bed to,like, five more! I run down the stairs screaming, "Whhhhhyyyyyy world why!?" I curl up into a ball on the kitchen floor. It feels like forever waiting for my friends. Finally, I hear the doorbell ring.
Stinkbugs and More (Yuck)"Umm. Claire, why are you on the floor?" Brandon asked. Ooh. Embarrassing. "Umm. You know. Just like laying on the floor. It's nice floor," Oh my gosh. You could so tell that I was lying. "It was your entomophobia again, wasn't it?" Rain. Mind reader at work. I sighed as I got up. "Yeah. It's just that stinkbugs really creep me out! They give me chills!" Lola, Rain, and Brandon all exchanged mischievous glances. "I have an idea," Lola said deviously. We're all on my bed. I don't know what is going on, but I don't think I want to know. Lola pulled something out of her bag. *gag* A jar full of stinkbugs. "Oh my gosh. What are you guys doing?" I asked nervously. "Close your eyes, Claire," Rain commanded. Oh sh**. I know what they're doing. "No! No!" I protested. Long story short, 14 stinkbugs ended up eaten that night.
Dealing With Bosses"Again, what is going on?" Mr. Torres asked through clenched teeth. Nobody answered. Oh shoot. We're screwed. "In my office. Now," Crap. He stressed the last word. "What is going on out there?" He asked. "We sell electronics. We aren't a party center!" Mr. Torres yelled at us. "I thought I told you that I just want you to do your freaking jobs! But do you? No! You're all lucky I can't fire your sorry as-!" Mr. Torres kept screaming at us as I looked out the door window. Great. A customer was in the store. "Thank you. Have a nice day!" I smiled as the costumer left. I sat down in my chair by the register. What the heck? I looked at my reflection in the black computer screen. My hair. Why is it pink? I called Lola over. "What is this?" I ask her, pointing at my abnormally colored hair. "I don't know. My hair is turning too," she replied. I looked at her hair. Yep. It's a faded rose color. Ugh. I lean back and start rubbing my temples. I start thinking about my mom. "Mommy?" I ask. She smiles and comes in my bedroom. "What's wrong ,Claire?" She asks me in a caring voice. "I-I had a bad dream. There was a griffin and she said something to me," I said quietly. "What was that sweetie?" She ventures. I try to think. "She said'For five score divided by four, your-" And sentimental flashback is gone. What was I trying to say? I don't even remembering this happen! Oh my gosh! What's happening to me?!
