I got back from flight camp that day. I really didn't want to explain anything about Fluttershy, and kids making fun of her, and how I like her, and all that. Because I really don't want my family to put their noses in her issues. It's the "right" thing to do, but knowing how shy she is, and the other issues that might follow, and how MY mouth spoke of it, it might do more harm than good.
"How was flight camp, Axel?" My mom asked.
"It was normal, nothing to really talk about." Of course I lied, but I had to.
"Oh, well alright. Are you hungry?" She asked, looking over a pot of mac and cheese.
"No, I'm fine. Maybe later. I'll be in my room if you need me." I was always hungry after flight camp. Today, however, I had too much on my mind to worry about my stomach. The thought of Fluttershy crying, and other ponies just tormenting her for small, petty reasons just sickens me! How would they feel if they were made fun of in front of the whole class, and just laughed at?
I got out my notebook. However, today, I wasn't feeling the "action packed adventures of these imaginary ponies". I wanted to write something with more meaning. I found a spare notebook around my dresser. I'm gonna try something that I've never thought of before. I'm gonna write a love story....I just hope no one else sees this.... Even my own mom. She might laugh at the idea.
I began to write. I thought of a title first. "Separated Wings Never Fly as Fast". I'll make this a novel....It's gonna be hard, seeing as I've never written a story more than a few pages long..... Here goes....
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Chapter 1: Mental Journeys
I began my walk through the depths of my mind, and wondered into my soul, which led to my heart. It was beating faster than usual. Was I around something scary, or exciting? I take a look back at reality, and there she is. Fluttershy.....
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I quickly reread the first snippet of the handwriting. I actually used Fluttershy's name..... I erased it as soon as I realized that I did. I didn't know what else to use....All I could think of...was her name...no one else's. I couldn't put a face like that to a different name....It's not possible, it fits her all too well... I re-wrote it. I continued writing. I soon realized I was spewing my thoughts and feelings as they happened in life on the paper. Geez, what's happening to me? I thought again... I ripped the first page, which wasn't even filled yet. I began a new page, and started over.
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Chapter 1: The Voiceless Colt
"See ya later!" A filly said to my right. I almost replied, but the filly to my left replied first. She wasn't actually talking to me. It hurts thinking someone WANTS to talk to you, but they really don't. That's how my school life has always been. My voice usually goes unheard. Some say they don't know what I even sound like. During recess, I just sit in a far away place and watch in envy at the other young ponies, enjoying their time in the playground, and having fun with their...."friends". I don't really know what friends are like. They seem like they'd be nice to have. Although, I might never know....
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After writing almost three pages, I realize that EVERYTHING I had written HAPPENED, or happens all the time...This was ME.... It's like my brain just wants me to write my life down. I gave in, and wrote it all. I wrote the previous days of school, My sister Scarlet, and my mom, and everything...And of course, Fluttershy. I hope no one ever finds this. I finished Chapter 1 with almost 10 pages of writing. I didn't think I could even do that... In fact, I was knocked out. I woke up at 10:00 AM. I fell asleep around 6:00 PM yesterday. I looked at the notebook. I noticed something as my vision focused. A page. Loose leaf, not a part of the notebook. I froze as I read the really large words "Awwwww" It was my sister's handwriting... Oh no... I already failed my mission of secrecy. GREAT!
I went in the living room. Scarlet was awake. "I was just about to get you up" She said jokingly.
"Why did you read that?" I asked.
"Read wha...oooooh! That!" She said, sounding a little sarcastic.
"Yeah, that." I said, sounding weak.
"That was sooo cute!" She said like a grandma who pinches cheeks. "I didn't know you could write like that!" Now she was complimenting me. She was a nice sister, so I guess that was her whole intention.
"I've been practicing." I said carelessly, going in the kitchen.
"AXEL! YOUR FLANK!" She said really loudly.
"What? What happ........NO WAY!!!!!" I got my cutie mark. It was a pencil and a sheet of paper. I bounced in excitement. I guess I'm a writer... Flight camp was today, so I guess I can be a little more happy today.