I opened the door and immediately felt like going back when I heard my sister yell for me.
“What do you need, Daydream?” I asked with much exhaustion that it was like I worked in a factory for 12 hours. Daydream was a… satisfactory pony.
Even if she is my sister, she does have a different coat, It is light blue and she has a blond mane with a horn. And though we have small physical and apparent differences, we have major oppositions in everything else. Where she is pretty social and has lots of friends, I am ugly, socially awkward, and have no friends. I sometimes wish that I was her, but most times I don't. She is older than me, about four years, and is still living with our parents. Daydream has had tons of friends here that have had their fair share of laughs at me. What's worse is that she and her “coltfriends” come in late and wake me up with loud noises that I really wish I could not hear. The only decency of living with her is that I get my own room. Though hers is more big and special because she is the ‘good child’. Nonetheless, I have to love her, no matter how much I don't want to.
“I need the laundry done so me and my friends can go out tonight,” she said barely even looking at me and focusing on her magazine that she just lets me throw out afterward.
“But I have a test that I need to study for and with the addition of your laundry and all of the other chores I have, then I won't have any time for-”
“Just shut up and do it or I’ll tell mom that you were out late last night ‘observing the stars’” Daydream argued back.
It was true, I wasn't supposed to be out late, but the stars were shining out so beautifully, I had to go out to my treehouse. And yes I do realize that I am too old for a treehouse, that is why I call it my observatory.
Anyway, after cleaning the house and multiple mistakes along with some demands from my greedy sister, I was finally ready to study for my test.
Until the door opened and my father and mother came in, why did I not see that coming
My Father and Mother were good ponies, they had late jobs so we don't see them until late in the evening, my father was a lean colt with a horn that was passed onto my sister, he had on a dark grey coat and mane was combed and the color was the same as Daydream. He always told me to do everything even though I already did it! Now he just comes and tells me what to do and I just stay there and do it. My mother does notice me at times, but not as much as Daydream. She has on the same blue coat as Daydream but with a red mane. I don’t know how I am related to them, but I call them my mother and father. In fact, I didn’t look like any of them! I made the quickest assumption that I was adopted before, but they wouldn’t tell me. Anyway, back to my mother, she asks me things like a mom does and tells me right from wrong, but still, she doesn't give me the right kind of attention. I know this sounds a bit selfish, but doesn’t everyone deserve a bit of attention in their lives? Usually, I’m just the forgotten child that no one pays attention to. Now you may think I fight to get some attention, but no, I kind of like being independent and in the shadows. If ponies ignore me I just take it and don't do anything about it. It's when they bully me that I get emotional.
“There’s my little star!” I came up and blushed, I don’t hear much from my dad, and when I do it is usually to do a chore or demand. That’s right, I am a house-maid for my family.
But what he said gave me joy that they actually appre-
My dad moved away from me and went to hug my sister. The feeling was gone.
My mother did, however, notice me and asked how my day was. “Fine, just fine,” I said and she just walks off and goes admiring Daydream as my dad did.
Finally, after the love-fest my parents gave (me excluded) we had dinner and I stayed quiet for the rest of the night. Not one noticed. They never will.
And so, after a grueling day, I did what I do every Friday. Let all the tears out.
As I wept, I heard my sister from the other wall bang her hoof as to imply that I need to shut up so she can get her "beauty sleep".
Do you think I care how your eyes look or how big your IQ is? His words haunted me. I could not get his face out of my head, his eyes, his fur, all of this made me so… sick! I need to stop thinking about this, it’s not healthy.
However, his features did not leave my mind once.
Where did he live before coming here? Is he from a land that has many ugly ponies and I just look better than all of them? Then why does he look so amazing! And why do I have to be the one who ruins it for him
I looked over at the clock on my wall and saw that it was past midnight, I leaned in my walls and heard my sister snoring. I was safe for now. I sobbed for a few more minutes before noticing the sky, a shooting star flew over my window and I did something I hadn’t done since I was six.
I wish… that the colt I met will make the better decision and see me, the one that deserves to be alone and always messes up with everything. Please, let him see the real me.
I know it may not have worked, but when your friends with a clutz like me, you get desperate to make sure they find better friends.
I looked at the stars and tried my best to find my favorite constellations, a smile came out of me as I found the Nebula. Ever since birth I had always loved the stars. When my sister didn’t want her baby blanket they gave it to me when I was just one year old. It may have been a hand-me-down, but it was the best that they could have ever given me. And when I was just learning to speak, the first word I said was Dipper, it was my favorite at the time. Now I can look at the stars and can identify any star or constellation that you point out. And within a few more months, I could finally have what I always wanted, the Lunar Sky 6,000, it's the newest model that was once from the observatory in the Canterlot Castle and was used by the famous Star-Swirl the Bearded, I would give everything away to have that telescope. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough bits for it yet, but soon I will, I just need to find a way to get more money.
I wonder if that stallion likes the stars, too? Even the stars couldn’t keep my mind off him. I have to face it… I have an illness. An illness that is making my brain messed up and the only cure is to forget whoever you are- “OH WHY CAN’T I FACE REALITY AND SAY THAT I LIKE HIM ALREADY!!!”
Did I say that out loud? Oh no.
I heard hoofsteps and immediately went into bed, adding a few snores along the way so I could really sell it. It did not work though.
“Why are you shouting! I am already falling behind on my beauty rest as it is! And you're here shouting about reality! What if mom heard you?” my sister said ripping the covers off of me and hitting me with a pillow as I just lay there. I slowly turned around and noticed the creams she had on and the mud mask that made her look like she just came out of a horror closet.
“I was just sitting here sleeping until you came in and ripped the blanket off of me. And I was just having a bad dream,” I said trying to see if I could make her believe me. Because when you have an older sister like her, it is a nightmare.
Luckily, I either convinced Daydream, or she was just pretending to be mad because she left me and slammed the door and went back to her room where I heard her snoring not long afterward.
I am living a waking nightmare I thought as I was relaxing into bed, though after some more seconds, his face went into my brain and the thoughts of my awful night went away, I didn't get any sleep after that.