I arrived at flight camp again, hoping to actually have a lengthy conversation with Fluttershy today. I begin to walk towards the main practice area, and one of the counselors is yelling at another counselor. My sister's friend April was yelling at the counselor I had yesterday.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO FLUTTERSHY?!!!" She looked as if she was going to murder somepony.
"Nothing, what do you mean?" He said with no emotion. That liar. He pushed her, and if anything caused her pain yesterday,
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO MY SISTER?!!" I almost didn't believe I heard that. Sister? Oh, man, what a coincidence... I'm not ever going to tell Scarlet that....Oh wait....she read my story yesterday. GREAT!
After a little while, April stormed off, I moved on as well. I saw Fluttershy in the distance getting made fun of by a couple of colts. I almost went over there to help, but another filly came to her rescue. She had a rainbow mane. She looked tough, so I just watched, trying to stay invisible. Not like anypony would notice anyway.The rainbow mane filly challenged one of the colts to a race in the main track. I slowly crept behind them to watch. She gave Fluttershy the flag, and the racers trotted towards the starting line. My eyes were focused on Fluttershy. She looks so cute... I feel creepy just watching her without talking to her. Maybe after today, I'll be able to talk to her and converse for more than a minute.
She waved, the flag, and the racers were off, and Fluttershy....disappeared. I...I didn't see her on the track. There was a gap in the clouds... Oh no.... April flew after her, and so did the rainbow mane filly. I...I wanted to help, I just...I'm too weak. I can't do anything spontaneously, and feel confident, I...What is wrong with me?
I walked off, I couldn't even fly yet, so the previous idea wouldn't have helped at all. After that event, flight camp was dismissed early. I walked alone as always. I felt more alone than usual. You'd think it would always feel the same since I had nopony to call a friend, but...I almost had Fluttershy. I almost HAD a friend. I hope they find her... Please let her be Okay.
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A couple days passed, and flight camp was cancelled for the entire season. They never found Fluttershy. I stood in my room for a long time, I didn't come out, or eat, or anything. I didn't even write. Out of all the things I could write ABOUT, I didn't want to express any of them. I felt too much pain. If I tried to spew my emotions on a piece of paper, it would make no sense. I'm too clouded by pain to write anything decent. I just sat there, staring out my window. Imagining Fluttershy's face in the sky. I began to tear up, and then my lip quivered, and then I began to lose it. I sobbed. I grabbed my pillow to soften them, but they were heard by my sister. She came in.
"Axel...I'm, I'm really sorry about what happened. April told me about her sister, and I know you liked Fluttershy. I didn't tell her about you, but I didn't want to make it awkward." She hugged me tightly. I cried into her chest.
"Don't you want to eat something? You haven't eaten since yesterday. Mom's really worried." She was concerned, but she couldn't know what I felt. Fluttershy could be dead.
"No, I'm not hungry..." I said softly.
"At least take a shower, you haven't showered in two days." I must really stink.
"Fine..." I said. I got into the shower and turned on the warm water. At least in the shower, it's not obvious that I cried the whole time. I was in the shower for a good twenty-five minutes. It was relaxing, but it didn't cure the pain any.
I got out of the shower, and I wiped part of the mirror so I could see my face. I looked into my eyes really deeply. I almost had my nose on the mirror. I thought about something really quickly. My eyes...the gateway to my soul. The only way I can see them is a mirror. The condensation fogs the image. If s mirror isn't clear, you wipe it, to make sure it's there. And sometimes, you're not satisfied with what you see. I'm not... It's almost like a drawing... If you mess up, you erase the mistake, although it smudges, making the mistake and erasing attempt obvious. So it's always obvious when you fix something you don't like. In a mirror, the image is the same, unless you fix...you... I can't change my physical appearance without it being obvious, however, I can change my mentality, which makes you believe you look good, or that you feel good.... I'll have to figure out where I am in life at the moment. I've gotta write my heart out into this notebook.
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As soon as I got back to my room, I grabbed the notebook, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote. Every word just came to me instantly. I didn't stop writing. I was going to get through these few chapters before I feel like not talking about them again. I had began to slow. I was done with chapter 4 already. I actually added a few details, and events, seeing as this WAS a book.
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A whole year had passed, and I slowly finished the book. Seeing as I had no more to write about Fluttershy after chapter 4, I began to fictionalize events, and things into the future. It was a love story, so I had to make it end with romance of some sort.
I was done. My whole year's worth of writing was done. I was only 10, and i wrote a whole book. I looked at publishing companies around Cloudsdale, and they all turned me down. My grammar, and writing style was too...inexperienced. It might as well be. I was only 10. Maybe some other day, I'll re-write it, and make it better even.
5th grade started, and we had to introduce ourselves to the class, and teacher. I was nervous, but I managed to speak for 10 seconds or so. One of the colts in my class said that he loved to write too. His cutie mark was a quill, and parchment. I took interest in him. He was different than me though. His voice was very clear, and loud. He seemed so outgoing, and confident. I might not be good friends with him, even if I tried.
Recess hit. My "Favorite" time of the day. Where I'd just sit in a far enough distance from everyone else, watching them have fun while I spend time in my thoughts.
The colt from my class came towards me.
"Hey there." He said in a friendly manner.
"Oh, hey." I said trying to sound the same, but my voice was too soft.
"You said you like writing, right?" He asked. I got a little happy.
"Yeah. You do too right?" I returned
"Oh yeah." He said, nodding "So, do you have any stories with you? I brought some of mine." He pulled out a notebook.
"I don't have any with me, but I'd love to hear some of yours." I replied. He smiled widely.
He showed me a couple stories he'd wrote. A lot of them were really simple, realistic stories. His style was comedy. He was pretty good at making puns, and jokes. We talked about them for awhile.
It was time to go back in class unfortunately. "Bring yours tomorrow man! I'd love to hear them." He said.
....Did I just make a friend?....