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// Phone calls and fallen feathers 
// Story: In Our Realm 
// by GuyWithAJetPack 
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	I woke up, and continued my usual schedule. That is, until I got a phone call. I was hesitant to pick up the phone. It was an old school land-line, so there wasn't any caller I.D. or whatever. I picked up the phone anyways. "Hello?". "Is that you man?" Said the voice on the other side. "What do you want, last time I saw you, you were kicking me on the ground." I grumbled into the phone. "Hey dude, chill, just wanted too see how my friend was doing, Haven't seen you since high school, what happened man?" he asked. "Uh, let's see, I left school because I was getting fucking kicked, pushed, tripped, and verbally assaulted by everybody. Even you." I yelled.


"Chill I-" he started. "Chill, chill?!" I asked. "No, fuck you, you made my life a living hell! You were supposed to be one of my friends, not a fucking dick!" I yelled, barely holding the phone. "Are you at least coming to my party?" He asked, the first mention of a party. "No, unlike you, I can't spend time partying with assholes!" I said before slamming the phone down. I overreacted a bit, only because memories of high school started flooding back. 


I walked outside to see Scootaloo sitting in the hammock. She just seemed to be watching the clouds, I walked up close to the hammock. "Scoots, breakfast time." I said. She almost fell off the hammock. "Dad, don't scare me like that." she said, getting off the hammock. "Ah, so you can be scared." I said, chuckling. "No- I didn't mean it like that." she said, blushing.


We decided to eat outside. Scootaloo spent the morning acting a bit strange. At about noon she asked me to come up to her studio. I Remembered on the way up that it was my birthday. I kept on forgetting my birthday, It wasn't important to me lately. She had finished the canvas, but still had it under a tarp.


Scootaloo removed the tarp, and the art was amazing. It was a large portrait of me and Scootaloo on the hammock. There were green leaves casting their shade on our faces. A shadow of a bird was visible. The lighting and shading made it seem real, as if I could touch it. Scootaloo had an expression in her eyes, the lavender seemed as if it was alive. I looked at the real Scootaloo and hugged her, she hadn't been expecting it. She soon met the embrace. "It-it's amazing, Scoots. I-I love it." I said, hugging her tighter. "Thanks dad." was her response.


I hung the portrait on my wall, near all of her artwork. Then, I heard a car engine. I looked out the window to see some faces I wish I could forget.


I ran upstairs to the studio. "Scootaloo, you have to hide!" I said. "Why?" she asked, setting down her brush. "Because, there are people here." I said. she looked confused. "Why do I have to hide from people?" she asked. "I don't want them to see yo-" I started before she cut me off. "Are you afraid i will embarrass you in front of people?!" she stammered. "I don't want them to see that i have been harboring a pony." I said. "Is-is that all I am to you? A pony? Am I worth less than your friends who treated you like crap?!" she yelled, a tear forming in her eyes. "No I-" I started before she opened the window. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." she said before diving out the window, leaving three orange feathers in the room.