"See you later!" Said someone from my class. She was a filly my age. I almost smiled, and replied the same thing. But I heard one of her friends to my left reply first. She was just talking to her friend that was on the other side of me. Slight mistake. Although, it actually hurt a little bit. No one has said anything to me at school yet. No one my age at least. At this age, I was almost nine. I didn't like it really. No one in my class talked to me. I've thought about talking to some other fillies, and colts in my class, but I always chickened out at the last second. I was quite shy. In fact, if someone came up to me and started any conversation, I would get nervous, and shrug, or not know how to respond. Or sometimes say nothing. during recess after lunch, I wouldn't really do anything. I would always find somewhere a good distance away from everyone else. Their playful voices, and happy laughs were still always audible. I tried to avoid hearing them. All the fillies, and colts got along so well. I wasn't brave enough to even talk to any of them. I wanted to move a little further, but I wasn't allowed to move far away from everyone else. The teachers need to be able to locate you. It IS Cloudsdale, so I guess that's quite understandable. But hearing others happy when I was never happy, was annoying. I was envious of all of them.
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I came home from school, and put my saddlebags down on my bed. My sister was home as always. She was in High school now, so she got home about an hour before I did. She had her friends over. I never came out much when My sister's friends were over. None of them were mean or anything, but I just didn't want to witness other friends, when I just came home from....being jealous of ponies with friends....I've always wondered what it was like to have friends, just one even. Somepony that has things in common with you, that you can both do.
My stomach growled loudly compared to the silence in my room. I went into the kitchen to grab a snack. I looked into the fridge, and there weren't any carrots left. I sighed. "There were plenty yesterday" I thought to myself. Just to make sure, I looked behind things like the milk, and juice, and everywhere else. In my disappointing journey through the fridge, there wasn't any carrots left. I closed the fridge and went back to my room. I was nearly there, but my sister called my name
"Hey, Axel, what were you looking for?" She asked, hushing her friends for a moment.
"Some carrots, but there aren't any left." I replied. I attempted to keep trotting to my room.
"Here, you can have some of ours" She said. Her friends and her had quite a large bowl of them.
She grabbed about three or four, and put them in another bowl for me.
"We'e going to watch a movie, so we just grabbed the rest of them. Mom should be home soon with groceries though if your still hungry later." She assured me.
"Oh, thank you, Scarlet." I replied, slightly a little happier. My sister was really nice. I appreciated having her around. I don't really tell her about my problems, but if I did, I don't know what she could do about it.
Her personality always made me feel better towards life. It's unfortunate I felt overall unsatisfied with myself at such a young age, but that's how it was. Her cutie mark was a red rose without thorns, and wings. I call it the perfect rose. She was really into gardening, and flowers in general. She managed to grow a small garden in Cloudsdale, which is uncommon. I always think about what my cutie mark would be, but I don't think about it that much.
I go back into my room, and chomp on the first carrot. I then go to my bed, grab my composition notebook I keep under my mattress, and plop myself on the bed, grabbing a pen from the nightstand. I flip the pages, near the final few pages, I'll be needing a new one soon. I liked to write stories. I always wrote about these super-ponies called the "Nitroids" Looking back it's quite the cheesy name, but I was young, and I liked it at the time. I read back to the last story i wrote the previous day, to remind myself of what's next.
"Last time on the Nitroids, Shadow's 3rd form has been unleashed, and is quite powerful. He threatens to destroy Equestria again, and attempts a large charging energy blast from his mouth. Can the Nitroids stop Shadow from prevailing?"
I always wrote these in episode form, or close to it. I introduced them like a kid's show, and wrote their adventure's in book form.
Shadow was the dark dragon that always threatens to destroy Equestria. He morphs into a stronger darker dragon at times, and becomes a harder challenge.
There are 3 Nitroids. Chip-the flame unicorn. Speed-the fast air controlling Pagasis. and Cooper, the electrical Unicorn. They are all friends of course, and met by coincidence....
"Speed, we have to stop the blast from charging! You'll have to hit him in the stomach, and cancel his focus." Chip ordered.
"On it!" Speed confirmed. He flexed his wings, and took off instantly. He charged through the air, trying to gain enough velocity to give Shadow a critical hit, and cancel his energy. It doesn't work...
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I was planning out how the heroes would stop him. As well as plan the next story... I tapped my chin with my pen. The door opened suddenly, and it startled me slightly. I shivered a little.
"Oh, sorry..." It was my mom.
"It's okay mom. What's up?" I asked.
"Well, I got your results from the camp director. I thought I'd let you open them, instead of me." My mom trotted over with an envelope addressed to me. It had the Flight camp name on it....But it wasn't the right camp.
"I thought we applied to the camp down the street?" I asked. Not really too concerned.
"Well, one of Scarlet's friends is a counselor at the one across town. In fact, We'll be moving around there anyway." She said.
"Oh, we're moving?" I asked, quite calmly.
"Yes. We'll be getting a better house actually." She said smiling a bit more.
I opened the letter. I was accepted, but I didn't really feel much about it. I was extremely indifferent. No feeling of happiness, or sadness. Just acceptance.
"Excited?" She asked.
"....Not really. I don't feel anything about it." I said almost monotone.
"Maybe you will when you get there, or when you take flight." She smiled, and stroked my mane one time.
"Maybe." I said trying to sound optimistic.
"Dinner's ready by the way." She said almost out of the room.
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." I replied.
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Dinner was good as always. My mom's cutie mark was a chef hat. She loved to cook. She could make anything taste good. My favorite thing was always her spaghetti. She had the best recipe for sauce, and seasoning for the noodles.
We packed the next day. I got to miss school, which was cool I guess. It wasn't too much to pack. The furniture was the hardest. But we got Scarlet's friends who were stallions to help us out. I helped with what I could, but I was still a filly, so I would have been a burden in any heavy lifting.
We got done packing, and started up the moving wagon. "We'll be visiting dad on the way." My mom said. I always wish that meant what it sounds like. But my dad died shortly after I was born. He was in the weather factory, and his legs got caught in the machine.
My mom always gave my dad's tombstone flowers. One's that Scarlet grew of course. When I discover my talent in the world, I want to give my dad something too. I have no idea what It will be, but I'm determined.
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We settled into the new house near Flight camp. It was quite nice. I liked the size of my room. It was bigger, but I didn't know what to do with the empty space.
Flight camp was the next day. I still felt nothing towards it,except a little anxiety. I hope I don't have to talk to too many people.
Sure enough, it came, and I didn't have to talk ALL too much. Just say my name, and raise my hoof, and start on the exercise, and that was about it. One filly in my class caught my eye. She was near me, a little to the left. She was yellow, and had soft pink mane, and beautiful aqua-green eyes. She looked quite nervous. I was nervous too, but I guess my indifference clouded it on the outside. We had a small break. I wanted to talk to her. She was shy as well, so...maybe it wouldn't feel too hard for me, I mean, she would know what it's like maybe.
I trotted over to her, right behind her. My stomach felt weird all of a sudden. I wanted to talk to her, more than anything, but I became really nervous....More nervous than wanting to talk to other fillies in my class. I lost my nerve. Although, It actually felt different this time. It felt saddening, I missed my chance today....I might get another, but why didn't I instantly think that? I felt almost depressed that I didn't talk to her.
I continued the day, and she was still there. She sat a little farther from me this time. She was towards my far right. I kept glancing at her, only to look forward, and glance again. Her eyes were breathtaking. She looked so pure. I've never seen her. WHY am I feeling this way?! I'm not in LOVE with her am I? I can't be, I've never heard her voice even.
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The week progressed. The classes rotated counselors, not students. I guess that makes it a lot less confusing. At least II could see....her....every day flight camp was in session....Geez...I NEED to talk to her at some point today.... I'll have to wait until break, but it will have to do.
Break....FINALLY! I trotted over to.....her..... I hesitated. I put my hoof out catching up to her multiple times, only to slow down, and try again. I finally decided.....I would do this....
"Um....Hi, I'm.....Axel...." I said completely with hesitation.
"...Oh.....Hi.....I'm...Flutter......" She said her name was Flutter..something...but she whispered it at the last second....I couldn't make it out.
"I...I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you said your name was." I put on a nervous smile.
"....Fluttersh......" We're getting somewhere...I heard a couple more letters. But I still couldn't make the name out completely.
"I'm sorry, I still couldn't get the last part." I said.
She shook and let out a large fearful squeaking noise, and stood there. I didn't exactly know how to respond. It was a mixture between disappointing, and extremely adorable.
I sat down towards her. "Well, if you're scared to say it....can you...whisper it in my ear? If that helps..."
She nodded. She leaned to my ear, and gazed back and forth. "Fluttershy." She said. I was able to make out the words this time. I didn't exactly repeat it. I nodded my head top confirm.
"Nice to meet you." I said. She shook again. She squeaked and ran off....
I wanted catch up to her, and try again, but she ran off for a reason....whatever it may be....
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Later that day, Fluttershy was next to do the small scale flying practices. I was in a different small group, though I was still observing her. I felt creepy, but I couldn't help myself. Were fillies my age supposed to feel this way already?
A camp counselor forced her off of the small scale drop, to practice flying. He ended up pushing her....It looked like it was on purpose.... Kids laughed at her instantly, chanting hurtful things at her. They started to say "Fluttershy can hardly fly" All together. I was the only one not verbally hurting her. She cried really hard in the little spot she landed in. She eventually ran off into the other part of the practice room.
I followed her shortly after she settled in a corner. She cried into her legs. It hurt me, even though they were hurting her. I sat down with her. She must not have noticed me. I didn't want to speak. The kids over there spoke enough. I stretched out my hooves, and hugged her. She still cried, but it was softer. She hugged back. No one noticed us. We were too far in the corner.