Chapter 2
A week has gone by, nothing interesting or entertaining happened this past week to write about. The everyday routine, I wake up, go to school, and come home. Yes there may be some distractions to this system like being intercepted on my daily walk home by bullies or some other unwanted being. I guess something worthy writing about is I actually spoke to some pony last Friday. I did screw everything up at the town hall because I was focusing so hard on trying to speak. I am very proud of myself for that.
When I came home my father found one reason to be angry at me, this time it was the whole town hall thing. Not being able to communicate to my father is hard, I cannot try too hard or I will break something and engulf him into pure anger. When my father talks I am reduced to only being able to listen and that is all he can ask for. I try not to anger him of course but it’s like running in pine straw with a lit match, the fire will be lit.
I spend most of my days now reminiscing on the best day of my life, I was told to write about good times to feel good. About a year ago my father left town, on that short occasion I did what I love to do the most, be with my mother. Together me and my mother watched television, read, danced, played games, you name it! It may have been stuff that seems boring and average but it is different when I’m doing it with my mother. When I’m with my mother everything becomes 20% cooler. My mother and I have some sort of emotional bond that makes living life even better than usual.
My doctors say that they are coming up with some sort of procedure that can possibly cure me! The stakes are very high but I will risk even my life to be like the normal ponies. My father did not seem very optimistic about the whole thing but if it’s a fifty percent chance of getting rid of me than he will take it. I try to hide the truth from myself but it is true, he is willing to get rid of me. My mother on the other hand was begging for me not to take the opportunity to become normal. My mother’s only dream was for me to be normal but, she can’t risk losing her daughter in the process. Despite her disbelief in the doctors, I will take up the offer. I can start a new life, become popular and well anything can happen!
Miss Cherilee and I have been communicating a lot more, well she will speak to me and I will write to her. My mother and Miss Cherilee speak a lot on their free time and the chat is usually about me. They do not get to talk often though because my father rarely lets my mother have free time or she can do anything against his will. As for me, I never had people to share my “free time” with; I will usually just sit on the couch and watch television or do chores for my father. I can consider right now being free time but I should be going to sleep right now according to my father’s rules, but breaking the rules of my father was never against my nature. I will break only some rules that he never seems to find out about, like staying up too late or coming directly home.
I think that should wrap up my entry for today, goodnight.