//------------------------------// // Late Start // Story: My Little Pony : Megan's Awakening. // by Forgetful //------------------------------// Molly gazed down to her feet frightened as silence filled the air around her. The cracking of eggs a melody of the south, Donna hummed in delight as she began to whisk whilst bacon sizzled upon the stove. I got everything tidy in the living room and decided to help the girl in the kitchen, easily making a stack of fresh toast and pouring three glasses of fresh juice. Molly looked decidedly nervous at the table, her bright eyes full of fright. "What's the matter, hon?" I placed my hand warmly on her shoulder with reassurance.  "Witches eat children…" Molly lifted a tiny hand to cover her mouth as she whispered terrifying thoughts. Donna giggled and spun around the kitchen in a rhythmic dance as her hips swayed femininely. "Children give me digestion." She joked playfully before kneeling at Molly's side with a warm gaze. Molly froze in pure horror as her skin turned a pale white, she watched Donna lift a silver chain out of a small bag that hung to her hip. "Eep, please don't curse me!" Molly squealed as she squeezed her eyes shut terrified.  "Molly!" I screamed out blushing in embarrassment.  "Perfectly fine, dear. " Donna giggled as she draped a dainty necklace around my sister's neck. Molly slowly opened her eyes to see the curved elegant pattern upon the necklace as a wave of calm poured over her. "It's pretty." She giggled and a smile beamed from her lips.  "It's a Triskelion. It offers spiritual and mental growth along with protection to the wearer." Donna whispered as she booped my sister on the nose playfully.  "An open mind is something to cherish, as we learn what the world has to offer." The auburn-haired woman finished as she went to check the breakfast.  "I'm sorry about Molly, she's got an overactive imagination." I walked over to help prepare the food onto floral decorated plates. "It's fine. Imagination is the thing which fills our lives with color!" Donna twirled in her unique dance as she placed the plate before Molly lovingly.  Molly wasted no time in scooping eggs onto her fork and happily eating her breakfast in a vibrant glow of youth. I had to remind her to eat politely as our guest and I both took seats at the old oak table.  "So how is…"I trailed off as I lifted my juice in the slight embarrassment of forgetting Donna's sister. "Riona? She's as blunt as ever." Donna giggled as she nibbled upon a piece of jam-covered toast.  "She's not into gardening as well?" My brow curled slightly.  Donna nearly choked on her food with laughter. "No, she's more into collecting scrap metal and such to open up a junkyard." She sighed with a nod of the head. "That's cool?" I  scrunch my nose with a smile.  "Not really, she hardly bathes afterward! I'm starting to call her, Reeka." Donna shared a giggle with me, Molly eavesdropping with a mouthful of bacon. The rest of the breakfast was full of laughter and shared experiences of farm life. Donna, noticing that it was pretty late as the clock clicked to eight-thirty, offered to drive us to school. I had to politely decline as I felt, Donna had done enough and it'd be rude to pursue more. Donna washed off the dishes in a swift motion before heading to the backdoor humming. "If you ladies ever want to visit, we live about ten minutes down the eastern trail." She excused herself as she waved bye. "Bye-bye! Thank you for the Triscuit!"  Molly squealed out after the young woman enchanted by her warm personality.  "I'll have to make sure to stop by this weekend to offer some gardening help." I ruffled my little sister's hair tenderly.  "Can I bake them some cornbread!?" Molly giggled as she tugged on my wrist happily. "Absolutely." "And can we skip school today!?" Molly pushed her luck with those large expressive eyes. "Yeah…no," I smirked and guided my sister inward to get ready. It was a blessing to have such sweet neighbors so close by. I regrettably had forgotten that the world could be a place for hope and love, that amongst the sadness and the losses people still took time to help each other.  Maybe it was time to move ahead from bad memories and try to make new friends. Donna seemed the type of mature person I could see myself connecting with. If anything maybe I could simply get out of the homestead more often, after all, I couldn't let life pass me by. As Molly skipped over with her backpack over her shoulders, I reminded myself why I could never give up. I had to be strong for my little sister, Danny was off doing his own thing without a single care. And father wasn't completely in a good place mentally, he rarely seemed to be around anymore. The house was quickly becoming something of a cell, one I truly didn't want to come and resent. Taking my sister by the hand, we headed down the open pathway leading towards town. It was a beautiful day for a walk, and the perfect time to collect my thoughts.