//------------------------------// // Two Months Later // Story: My Little Pony : Megan's Awakening. // by Forgetful //------------------------------// I stood in front of my bedroom mirror with pursed lips wearing an absolutely dorky pair of blue frilly overalls. It had a huge pink heart placed over the front playfully as I wore a long sleeved pink blouse underneath, with matching white frill sleeves. Even my shoes were odd being bright rose red and nearly looking like childish Mary Janes. My hair neatly brushed and washed as it flowed down to my lower back, tied into a bouncy ponytail by a huge red bow my father bought. In fact he bought my whole outfit! I gave a loud groan in front of the mirror, unsure if I even wanted to be seen out in public looking like a overgrown baby. The old wooden door to my room slinging open wide as my annoying younger brother smugly walked in chuckling. His hair was a darker shade of red than mine and his dark ocean blue eyes were always full of mischievous intent. He wore baggy blue jeans and a red shirt of some kind of superhero, his sneakers covered in dry mud as a dumb red hat was placed backwards atop his head. “Don't you look like an adorable three year old!?” Danny gave a loud coo followed by a freckled grin. “Get out of my room, you smell of pigs!” I gave a slight gag in reply rolling my eyes towards him. “It's called Old Spice and it's the scent of a man!” Danny flexed his non-existent muscles in my room proudly. I simply gave a loud sigh grabbing my old math book off my dresser, giving it a swift throw as it popped my brother upside the head with a dull thud. The annoyance hitting the floor with a dazed look on his face in complete shock. “Did you hit me with a math book!?” He growled in anger rubbing his head. “Basic math, don't be a baby!” I giggled my hand grabbing this year's chunky Algebra book off my dresser. Danny was quick to jump to his feet mumbling under his breath, deciding to finally leave my room in peace as I gave a triumphant squeal. This might be a good morning if I've already got the jump on my brother though being seen in this outfit would surely take me down a few notches. Shaking my head in defeat I packed up my pink backpack swiftly, running across the gift from my mother under a old pair of shorts. My heart breaking at the mere sight of the unopened gift, quickly grabbing it with my hand I tossed it into my open closet. Out of sight and out of mind. Today would be a long one. “Can I have eggs!?” Molly pouted at the kitchen table cutely dressed in a bright pink outfit that was nearly the same as mine, now I knew it was indeed too childish. I mean Molly is seven but I'm twelve! Dad needs to let me grow up! “Not today squirt, we're going to be late for school!” I gave a deep sigh in growing annoyance, dad had to leave early for work but Danny did little to help me out. My eyes darting to an oversized bowl of soggy Froot Loops in front of my little sister. She looked dissatisfied and cranky as I caught a glimpse of water filling the contents instead of fresh milk. “Danny, did you fill Molly's cereal with water!?” I gave a loud snap in anger my brother rushing into the kitchen. “Yep, no milk.” He spoke in a lackluster tone. “Could you have cooked something!?” I placed my hands on my hips sternly my brother simply rolling his eyes. “As if, I don't cook!” He snorted rushing over to the kitchen counter, hand reaching into a colorful pig cookie jar and withdrawing several sweets. “Danny, all I ask is just a bit of help!” I walked up behind him in anger my hands clutching his backside as I gave a large push. He fell to the ground with a thud as those blue eyes glared up to me in fiery rage. My eyes narrowing down to him as he swung back to his feet, hands clenched into fists as his mind raced through his options. “You're not mom and never will be!” Danny snapped punching my shoulder hard as I winced, holding to my arm in pain while watching my brother storm out the backdoor. The sound of him taking off on his bike filling the air. “I'm not hungry…” Molly gazed down in shame to her tiny Mary Janes. “I'll cook breakfast, we'll just go in late.” I gave a weak smile to my little sister walking over as I wrapped arms around her tightly, giving a warm tight squeeze. The air filling with giggles as Molly locked eyes with mine, her large blonde pigtails bouncing in place playfully. Molly quick to jump up to her feet with a smile and take my hand firmly. “We'll do it together!” Molly gave a loud squee in delight and excitement. My heart growing warm in my chest as I agreed, thanking the heavens above for my little sister. My own precious gift. “Those eggs won't stand a...witch!” Molly nearly screamed in horror her large pastel blue eyes gazing out the kitchen window in surprise. My little sister ducking behind me swiftly as her face buried deep into my lower back, her arms wrapping around my hips in a frightened hug. I gave a sigh as I turned to face the commotion, noticing large wild curly red hair outside in our backyard. “Molly, that's Donna! She's a pagan not a witch…” I gave a giggle patting my sister's head playfully, reassuring her all was well before heading outside. Donna “Draggle” Winchester was one of our neighbors from down the way. She earned that nickname for apparently constantly dragging her feet when given a job to do, she was fifteen and very tall not just for her age but like for a girl in general. Standing about six-one and extremely lanky which dwarfed my pathetic five even frame easily. Her hair was just a mass of wild glowing auburn curls that almost seemed to poof out on the sides. Her eyes a mellow forrest green hue that were filled with an odd sense of distance. Draggle kneeled down beside our small flower garden sweetly eyes filling with delight, she wore a odd outfit that made mine look way cooler. Dressed in a gypsy type dress that consisted of a clean white blouse, a long filthy violet hoop skirt that stretched down to her ankles where her bare feet were completely black with dirt. “Heehee, you're growing Angelic Harmonies.” Draggle flaunted her hands across a pile of weeds in our garden femininely, arms decorated in various golden or silver bracelets. “That's actually my mother's garden.” I gave a slightly indifferent reply. “Hmm? Well they might not look like much but they bring forth good fortune.” Draggle giggled glancing up towards me on her knees calmly. “That's nice to know. Did you need something Donna?” I walked over to the odd girl as she gave a truly oblivious shrug. “Mother sent me to check in on you girls.” Draggle caressed a yellow rose to her right softly. “Oh, well we're alright!” I gave a half smile. “You're running Megan.” Draggle plucked the rose from the earth lifting it up to her nose, taking a deep inhale. “Excuse me?” I gave a confused reply my mind racing back to the gift in my room. “Late, you're running late for school.” Draggle stood up towering over me with ease her tiny hand patting my shoulder with the utmost care. “Molly didn't eat breakfast so I'm cooking…” I began to speak as the girl gave a goofy giggle aloud. “No need for that, I'll help you girls!” Draggle flashed a friendly smile walking over towards the backdoor with a tiny twirl. I didn't know really what to say but did need to make sure everything was ready to go with Molly. Draggle was harmless and sweet to say the least and I could really use the help, taking a deep breath I headed inside with her. Good neighbors a blessing to have.