//------------------------------// // When This Life Is Over. // Story: Glitter Shell Volume.1. : Coming Out Of Her Shell. // by Undyne Devotion //------------------------------// I watched the clouds float by in silence. The sounds of nature around me calm and serene, a soft caress of wind brushing against my cheek giving some relief. My back was against a wall and I had no idea what my next move should be, the clock was counting down to the end of my world. And all I could do was watch. “Gotcha!” Sweetie suddenly came into view above me, her eyes burning brightly like embers. “Sweet…” I yelped in shock as the small filly pounced atop me roughly, her hooves smacking and digging into my backside. “Give me the shots! Gimmie!” She was like a wild beast jumping up and down on my body as the world around went spinning. In a blur of swipes, I could feel myself being for lack of a better word thrashed. I did my best to crawl out from under her attack and fall face first into a puddle of mud. “Had enough joker?” Sweetie panted softly in place behind me, worn out just as much as me by the fight. “I... I took no photos…” I mumbled in a series of pants. “What?” She wobbled over and plopping down at my side. “I took no pictures!” “So if you weren’t playing a prank. Why were you in my sisters shop?” She narrowed those icy hues towards me in annoyance. “Why were you sleeping in a fancy dress?” I replied sarcastically. “Because I got duped into helping my sister fit a dress dummy!” Her hoof softly punched me in my side as I groaned aloud. “I was just checking the place out…” “Phst. Why?” “I don’t know.” “You seemed kind of out of it.” “I just was looking!” I sighed aloud as I got back to my hooves, shaking the dirt off of my coat I flashed Sweetie a stern stare. She sat up cutely and plopped down on her plot in deep thought. “Well as long as you weren’t about to make fun of me. I guess it’s ok.” She giggled sweetly as she stood up and stretched in place. “You’re not going to tell anypony I was there?” I raised a brow slowly to the small filly who trotted over to my side. “Why would I?” She giggled and sweetly booped my muzzle with her hoof. I watched in shock and silence as the filly just happily walked down the path towards school. I didn’t know what to think at the time, I just felt safe that she wasn’t in the mood to ruin my life. School is a mixed bag of sorts for me. Sometimes I enjoy being around the other kids and at others I just want to be left alone. I’m not a fan of the work that Ms. Cheerilee gives out, most of the time it is oral work and I hate standing in front of the class, to mumble through a paper I wrote. But if I had to be honest. I did love one thing about being here, more than anything in all of Equestria. I was able to sit behind a colt I really thought was cool, well more than that, he was dreamy. His name was Rumble and he had to be the most wonderful colt in the whole class. He had a sense of humor and was really nice, he’d stood up for me like four times. He also loved danger, he was the pony who could do anything without fear. Something I just found so awesome, nothing I could ever do. But as I had my eyes on him, he had eyes on another pony. Somepony who matched his level, plus she was lucky enough to be born a filly. Scootaloo. She was… Perfect for him. Who was I kidding? I had no chance in hay of ever getting somepony like him to notice me in the way I did him. I was just trapped in my own personal prison, living the life of somepony else. Never getting to live my own life. “Ok class! Tonight we are doing a special essay!” Cheerilee smiled happily out across the class. “Snails.” Sweetie whispered out across from me in her seat, gently hiding her muzzle behind her hoof. “We will be interviewing each other as a way of getting to know more about your fellow ponies!” “Psssssssssssssss.” Sweetie almost hissed like a snake at me as I cast her a glare in anger. “I will be placing each of you in groups of two.” “What?” I mouthed to her in silence as I shrugged my shoulders. “You will then take two weeks of getting to know each other and write about your thoughts on each other.” “D ou ant o e a irl?’ Sweetie asked in a half whisper, her small brows raised. “Huh?” I mouthed back in silence confused. “I want you both to ask each other twenty questions and answer them.” “Do you want to be a girl?” Sweetie whispered back in interest. My heart almost exploded out of my chest in surprise as my desk scooted back loudly in horror. My cheeks were suddenly on fire as my body became like jelly. “SWEETIE BELLE!” I screamed out in utter shock as the whole class turned to face me confused. “Well ok then Snails. You and Sweetie may be a team.”Cheerilee scrunched her muzzle a bit before continuing onward. I slowly gazed over to the face of Sweetie gazing back at me in silence, my whole frame trembling in fear as she simply nodded. Turning away from me she placed her attention back on the class. How did she know? Did I do something? If she pieced it together. Did anypony else? I sunk into my seat slowly, the class fading away from view as my desk grew ever higher. I prayed I could just fade away, become a pony of dust and grain floating away over the horizon. To become like everything else in my life. And vanish.