Dear Diary,
Okay….this is gonna sound strange, especially from me but...well….and I can’t believe I’m about to admit this...I miss my dad. There I said it! Now excuse me while I go wash my mouth out from saying that.
Okay I’m back. So you’re probably wondering why I said that. Well...I honestly don’t know. Why did I say that (err, write that)? Maybe….maybe a small part of me deep deep down inside still clings onto that tiny piece of hope that he’ll snap out of his horrible ways. Hey, a filly can hope right? I suppose a small bit of longing for parental stability (see? Yet another big word of the day! I’m getting good at these larger words) still remains in my mind. Yet I so don’t have time for that. Right now I’m
...currently sitting in the back of a police cart headed towards the police station. When Aunt Twister or “Auntie” Harley find out, my hide is as good as tanned! Lemme tell ya how this all started…
Alright, so it was after school and neither Lightning nor Stormy were at school today. I was already having a crappy day and the bullies weren't making things better (you’d be surprised how cruel a bunch of 4th graders could be). Now it should be noted that I made a silent vow to myself so as to NOT get into as many fights as last year. A feat that I have pretty much kept up for a while until today that is. I didn’t want to, but well...that dumb colt shouldn't have put glue on my desk chair. So not only did I get detention, but I was in it with the colt who did it (by the way, his name is Wave Rider. He’s an Earth Pony). So we spent an hour writing 100 lines of “I will not fight in class” or...in his case “I will not put glue on another student’s seat”. It sucked however, we did get to learn more about one another. I told him how I basically live alone. He told me how he works with a gang of slightly older colts and fillies and how he can get whatever he wants and all for free. At first, it sounded too good to be true! Then I had time to think it over in my head before asking about when he’d next meet his friends. He told me and I quote “right now actually!” as he opened a window and I didn’t hesitate to ditch detention with him. Besides, we were done early anyways so the teacher probably would’ve assumed we left.
So he lead me to where his friends hung out at and you won’t believe who I saw amongst that group of ponies! Of all ponies, I was shocked to see Lightning Zap! He seemed to be equally shocked to see me with one of his ponies. After the initial (again, big word! I’m on a roll today diary!) shock wore off the two of them showed me around their hideout. That’s when I noticed the hoard. It kinda reminded me of a dragon’s hoard in his lair. Lots of likely stolen goods. Clothes, jewels, food, toys, videogames, electronics, etc. Though the most prominent thing was bits. A lot of bits. More than I’ve ever seen in my life! Now I know what your thinking ‘how could you even consider joining them!' Well...it was after the leader’s girlfriend offered me a real meal and some proper clothes (two things I haven't seen since I was 6 and 8 respectively). I think she saw how incredibly thin I was and how dirty I must’ve looked and took pity on me. I learned her name is Dusty Hooves and despite her looks, she’s only 15. Honestly, she seems nice. Her boyfriend on the other hoof, well...after a brief interrogation on my part and an assessment of my skills (he asked me my name and what my special talent was. I told him boxing and writing and that seemed to put him in a more relaxed but intrigued mood), he asked me to show him my stuff. I did not expect him to shove some old boxing gloves in my hooves and put me against the biggest teenager I’ve ever seen! Of course I got cocky and quickly put that mountain of a colt in his place with some lightning fast shots to his torso and a pretty hefty uppercut to his jaw that knocked him out. Apparently that got Quick Draw’s attention (that’s the leader's name diary, keep up!) because before I knew it he put 3 more huge, beefy colts in front of me as sort of an “initiation” I guess. I got out of that with very little injury. Believe me, you should’ve seen the 4 of them. They looked waaay worse after I was done with them. I guess that did it because next thing I know, I’m a junior member. Just like Lightning and Wave.
So onto how I got in the cart. Well...that was a test to see if I was truly cut out for this life. We hit up like 4 convenience stores. If I wanted it, I took it. Though I had to be incognito about it. Which was easy because a thin, half-starved lookin’ filly “browsing” didn’t bring up suspicion at all! Soooo...somehow, in our “liberation” (a word that I still don’t know and when I asked Dusty, she simply smiled and said “don’t worry about it kid”.) one of those times, the shopkeep caught one of us and called the cops. They came. We split. Two of ‘em caught me and I fought back. Hence why I’m in the back of a police cart now! We pullin’ up and this was really hard to mouth write (duh! I’m cuffed!). Wish me luck diary!
Love,
Wind Chyme (age 9)
P.S.: Of all the ponies to see me here, I really hope dad isn’t the one who comes. Otherwise I’m as good as dead!