July 4th
When I woke up this morning it was scorching outside. I was so hot I got back into bed and tried to go to sleep, but I kept getting stuck to the sheets so I got back up and made coffee. A small part of me wished and hoped that Pinkie would cancel the party on account of it being as hot as Tartarus (or a carrot farm), but I knew better than to give in to wishful thinking. Glancing at the clock I noticed the party was not for another several hours, which made me smile in relief.
Breakfast this morning was a small can of Tomato soup mixed with chopped carrots (Yes, carrots. It's actually really good, shut up!). After that I decided to trust Pinkie's words about my next door neighbor and go visit him. Before I went over I quickly checked myself in the mirror and fixed my hair with a flick of my head (thank goodness I have curly hair. Mother Nature’s perfect mess). After I finished I opened the door and stepped outside.
The sun baked down onto my back, instantly causing me to break out into sweat. Not even the birds were chirping. A small leaf fell from a nearby tree and landed gently on the ground before bursting into fire and crumbling away into ashes. All thoughts of leaving left my mind and I stumbled back inside to find my fan and try and go back to sleep.
I found it on the side of one of my bookcases, and was about to go and find myself a nice glass of (not carrot) juice when something else caught my eye...
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"What in the hay," Carrot Top muttered as her eyes fell onto the small space of open wall next to the bookcase. Looking closer she found that there was a small line running along the wall. Carrot raised her hoof and poked at it. When nothing happened she poked it again and then knocked on it. A hollow sound came from behind the wall and carrot took a step back.
"This ... this can't be the cellar, right?"
Carrot poked at the square again and then ran her hoof along the seam that made up the outline of the small door. There didn't seem to be a way to open the door from the side carrot Top was on and she grumbled as she tried once more to push against the door unsuccessfully. As she pushed she noticed another tiny line leading behind the bookcase. Without hesitation she took hold of the bookcase and began to pull it away from the wall. The tall piece of furniture weighed a ton and she had to stop multiple times to get her breath back. After a couple of minutes there was a space just big enough for her to squeeze one of her hooves back behind it.
Carrot pressed against the bookcase and stretched her hoof as far as she could, feeling against the wall for some sort of lever or button. Her hoof rested on something round and smooth and as she pressed it there was a click. The door trembled, but remained still, as if something was holding it closed from the other side. Carrot frowned and kicked the small door. She'd have to talk to Pinkie about getting the cellar open. She must know how it works, seeing as she used it more often than she used the front door. With nothing else to do Carrot left the door be, returning back to her fan. After a couple of minutes she had completely forgotten the small, strange door hidden beside the bookcase...
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Dear Diary, perhaps I should make a small correction to something I wrote earlier. I was going back over what I wrote when I reread the part about me fixing my hair.
If anyone ever read that then they might get the idea that I don't care about my personal hygiene or about how I look. I actually do care about how I look, but I just didn't want to spend a lot of time in front of the mirror. My hair is naturally curly, so I take advantage of it and don't brush it. People just assume that it looks like that on purpose.
I really do care, though. It’s not like I'm trying to make anyone attracted to me or anything. Well, that would be nice I guess but ... wait a moment. Why am I trying to rationalize what I do to a piece of paper? This is just stupid; I don't need to defend myself about something like this! I like how I look and if anyone doesn't that is there problem. Stupid Journal...
Anyways, it's almost time for pinkie's party. She came over to remind me that it was still today (dashing all my hopes with just a single grin) and that it was still at 6:00. Well, I suppose I had better head over to the party now. I'll let you know how it was when I get back.
-Carrot Top
..... Why did I just sign my name?