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// 9 December 605 
// Story: Ebony Crystal 
// by The Music Man 
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It's funny how much changes when you're away for a whole week leaking out green ooze and having alien babies.

To start off, Straight Line told me today on his way to school that he's getting tired of his job. He says his "manager" (the rest of us call her his "pimp") never throws any of the hot mares his way. Straight only gets the ugly mares and colts. I then accidentally asked him why he preferred mares over colts. He said, and I quote, "Mares have more texture on their underside for the fore-hooves." (Note to self: Never talk to Straight Line about his job again.)

After school, Sunshine Down invited me to play with her. As always, we had a good time, but I think she did it to ask me where I was the past week, and she wouldn't take "sick" or "bloated" for an answer. She even went so far to accuse me of shacking up with Line! (I'd eat barf and poison ivy first! Besides, with that olive green coat and sickly, unkept red mane of his, it's no wonder his pimp only gives him the ugly ones.)

So I finally spilled the beans and told her I had this strange egg thing. Then she kept asking me what it looked like, what did it feel like having it, and what I thought might come of it. I really didn't mind answering those question, but Sunshine is a bit of a blabber mouth, and I don't want rumors of me having alien babies going around school. It's already bad enough that I look like I'm from some other planet.

But spending some time with Sunshine was profitable for me. She told me what Clear Crystal did while I was gone.

Ever since Clear got her "job," she and her family have finally gotten out of the debt hole her dad dug for them in his gambling days and started to have a better life. They were even able to afford a full day's worth of meals for once, instead of paying those damn creditors. Then Mr. Foalsat, the jerk of a teacher that lives in Canterlot on special assignment here to "reform the tendencies of inner-city Phillydelphia children," gave the anti-drug speech. 

Clear couldn't sit through seeing all of her coworkers and (to my surprise, nice) superiors be talked down like they were the plague. So she stood up and said, "F*** you, you damn, rich-ass Canterlot snob! You have no idea what it's like to have to miss a meal because some bitch like you won't cut a pony a break! I'm tired of riding this f****** hamster wheel to no where. See you all in hell, losers!" and she stormed out.

I knew that Clear Crystal wasn't one to take crap, but not even I would have guessed that.

The sad thing is, they'll probably find her and throw her behind bars for saying what everyone knows is true.