//------------------------------// // Monday Blues // Story: Pony heart // by sunsetsjournal //------------------------------// Chapter 1: Monday Blues The alarm clock rung with its usual annoying noise brutally interrupting the peace and quite of the dark room, suddenly lightened by a sun ray penetrated from the curtains. Drops of water were falling slowly from the sky reminding of tears; the sound they made when touching the window glass was delicate, yet enough to disturb a sleeper like Sunset Shimmer who had always been a lover of the warmth the soft blankets of her bed could made her feel. There was something, though Sunset did not know exactly what, which was making her feel weaker and even more sleepy than usual, something that made her eyes shut instead of open. Not even the annoying alarm clock, that was usually her worst enemy, would do anything that was slightly enough to force her to leave her cosyness which, plus the feeling that something unusual was going on, made her realize she was late. If Sunset had not woken up and left the bed, even if in an extremely messy condition, she would have definitely gotten late to school: “It’ s a shame I don’t have time for breakfast” she thought: “Filling my belly with something tasty always cheers me up in the morning”. She got changed and grabbed a waterproof coat from the closet and run for the door holding her school bag in a hand. As soon as she went out she was practically overwhelmed by the noises and shouting of people running and getting ready for another usual rainy winter day: “Snow is the best thing in winter” thought Sunset while crossing the street: “But apparently I run out of luck this year”. Sunset was right, in fact not a single snow flak had been seen since the first day of the cold season: pity too, for more than a few people apparently needed to have their mood changed. Even though a little voice coming from her head was whispering to her to go back to her bed, Sunset speeded up and, making way through the furious morning crowd, managed to get to Sugarcube Cornerwhere Mrs. Cake had already prepared her favourite early morning snack: sprinkled chocolate doughnuts: “Oh my, welcome Sunset, here’s your breakfast and from the looks of it, you need it” “Thanks Mrs. Cake, I own you a huge favour, I really need it. How much...” “Don’t even say that darling, consider it a gift from a friend. Now go our you’ll be late for class”. After thanking Mrs. Cake again, Sunset run off, headed straight to school. As she bit the tasty treat she had just bought, the flavour of sweet sugar mixed with chocolate made her forget for a moment the critical situation she was in, but she was suddenly woken up from her dream by Microchip who, apparently was as well in a hurry: “Wha… what’s happening?” Sunset got up from the ground and realized that the unexpectedly met classmate had lost his glasses, luckily for him Sunset had a trained eye and found them in an instant: “Here” said Sunset as poor Microchip struggled to grab something invisible to his eyes “You should be more careful, though I suppose I can understand why you ere running in such a way” “Right” answered her the boy: “I am terribly late, wish I could stay and chat but, as I said I got to go and I suggest you do the same”. Sunset stood still as the second one who talked to her that dreadfully started day run away leaving a trail of water from his wet boots on his way, but eventually she stopped fantasising and ,more importantly, got back on her own path. Having found a rock, Sunset started kicking it like a ball, not that she had anything more fun to do, yet in that moment something interrupted her game, a thought that was not so new to her, but certainly not one of her favourites. At the same time Sunset stopped walking and lowered her gaze upon her feet and started scowling at the same time. Her right hand instinctively went for her bag, looking for something, a specific object particularly dear to her that was soon found, the moment she took it from her bag, her strength abandoned her and she felt like her journal was heavier than usual, so she eventually put it in the place where she had taken it from. Quickly her face scowled again as she kicked the stone by her feet much more powerfully than before. Sunset locked where it had gone and noticed she had arrived at school or, more precisely in front of the Canterlot High Wonder Colt statue. Sunset turned around, sighing more every step she made towards the school door, bud suddenly a strange feeling stopped her. The girl turned back and looked at the sculpture, even though her eyes were focusing on its lowest spot: the portal to Equestria. Sunset slowly put her hand on its cold stone surface and could not help but notice that it was indeed still active and open, like Twilight said it would be the last time she had been at Canterlot High: “It works” whispered Sunset: “maybe if...” She was interrupted by a familiar friendly voice: “What are you doing here darling, come with me before you catch a cold” “Rarity?!” said Sunset. Rarity covered her head with hear purple umbrella and took hear hand: “Why were you staring at the statue?” asked her friend as they both walked towards the school door. Sunset turn around, looked at the portal one last time and then sighed: “It’s nothing” as she walked trough the door.