Lately, I've been having some strange dreams. Instead of random things I normally dream about, I dreamed once about my egg, and a flood of things that looked like me coming out. They all flew around me and I could hear "all hail our beautiful queen" in my head. The next dream, I taught three of those things how to fly.
I went to my egg on Saturday, and it did get bigger. And the closer I got to it, the weaker I felt. It was as if it were eating something in me. But I felt good about it, as if I wanted the egg to eat me. Plus, I don't mind. I get a lot of food at home.
Now on a more normal note, today I got an note at school from Straight Line. He says it was from Clear Crystal. But this note wasn't your every-day, run of the mill, "rip off a piece and pass it as fast as you can," note, but a nice, store bought note. (I didn't even know stores sold that kind of stuff!) Anyway, it had a front cover of all these streamers, and party hats, and those cazoos that have the paper rolls on it.
When I opened it, it had a picture of a huge cake and a poem: "Come to a Special Feast as wide as the West and as big as the East!" Written in it was and address, a date, a time, and a "Come only with Straight Line" warning. I'll have to hide this from Sunshine Down. She tends to be a blabber mouth sometimes.
After he gave me the note, I casually asked him how "business" was going. (The teacher was talking about math. Neither of us like it so we tend to ignore it altogether.) He said he was tired of it. All he got were desperate "oners" (stalions) and fat-assed "twoers" (mares). According to him, they only want a quick stick and nothing more. He started talking about being out of juice and how it was a pain for him to explain he couldn't do it anymore, but I stopped him after that.
So I went on to his family. He says that his dad got his leg broken on one of those new "weaving" machines, and can't work. So his mom will have to find a job and he is going to have to tell his pimp that he can't do as much work anymore because he is going to have to watch his little brother. Straight's brother is a new born, so he has a year before he gets to join us in Celestia's brainwashing camps.
Then as soon as I got home, I hid the invitation in my room and went to Sunshine's house to play dolls. We have this really cool story where we fight Nightmare Moon without the elements and her evil army of Negasi. But then we heard the door slam down stares.
It was her dad.
She jumped to open the window, but before she could flip the latch, her dad came in. The bastard called me a rump-rubber, grabbed my mane, dragged me down stairs, and threw me out, slamming the door behind me and hitting my head. I pressed my ear up against the door. He said something like he didn't want street scum in his house. Sunshine tried to defend me, but he just slapped her and said, "Make dinner, you dumb mare!"
I swear, if I could get away with it, I would kill that son of a bitch.