I was sitting in my bed that night, rereading the note from that afternoon, pouring over the document like I normally would a new recipe. I had gone over everyone’s handwriting that I had a sample of, and not one matched that of the note! Not Sunset or Rarity or Twilight! It was too neat for Dashie and not neat enough for Fluttershy. There weren’t enough bits of silly language and slang for it to be AJ.
This was going to be so much fun!
I was going to compare it to the yearbook when I suddenly remembered that the day after tomorrow was Dash’s birthday, so I had to start getting supplies for that. I loved birthdays, because you can tailor the theme to anyone’s most favorite things! And the last three years I had done a soccer theme, a basketball theme, and a volleyball theme! So what could I do this year?
Baseball? Track and field? Oooohh! Wait!
I pulled out the list of special pans I owned and scanned it for a particular one and found it, the most stupenderific idea ever.
I had a guitar shaped cake pan. I could do a rock-oriented party, and I could also include everyone from the band, including the girls from Crystal Prep! I had to get their likes and dislikes, and I wasn’t sure when I could get up with them.
I knew that Lemon Zest stayed up late watching videos online of new bands, so I called her up.
“Speak to me,” was all she said when she picked up.
“Zesty!” I exclaimed. “I need a teensy itty bitty favor.”
“What's up?” she asked, her voice laid back and relaxed. She really reminded me of Vinyl sometimes.
OOOO! What if the note was from Vi? But I thought she was with Octavia, but what if I were mistaken, or if they had broken up-
“Pinks!” I heard Zesty over the phone. “Don’t space out on me, girl.”
“Right!” I shook my head for a moment. “I’m throwing a party two nights from now for Rainbow Dash and I want to invite you girls too! Buuuuuuuut, I don’t really know what most of you like as far as party things and I want to have something for you all.”
“So you’re asking me to find out for you?”
I blinked for a moment. “Actually,” I drawled. “I was going to ask you for their numbers so I could ask, but that works too!”
I heard her giggle. “I’ll ask tomorrow at lunch and give you a call when I get home from work, yeah?”
“Works for me!” I chirped. “Nighty night, Zesty!”
“Good night, Pinkie.”
I hung up and bounced over to my desk, pulling out a piece of paper and started jotting down the things I’d have to get from the supplies store. I was super excited, and nothing made me happier doing things for my friends.
The note was forgotten for the night, but I knew that another was coming. The mysterious writer had promised another note, after all. It was all I could do not rush down to our mailbox to see if someone had left a note for me or not.
I couldn’t wait for school tomorrow!