I can’t believe I’m doing this... I seriously, cannot believe, that I am doing this. I hate social networking sites.
Well, I’m calling myself Asher Spark. I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that Spark is short for Sparkle, but I don’t want to draw a whole bunch of attention... Or, maybe I should try and grab attention... I don’t know, all I know is it’s 3:15 P.M, and that I’ve got to get to New York post haste.
At least my new Facebook is up. It’s too bad I can’t use the internet on the road, since my parents can’t afford to have any added fees on the plan... Wi-fi hotspots will have to do, as I’ve not got anything else I can work with.
At least I managed to get my new Facebook profile rolling. Now to sign into it on my phone.
I make an awkward sideways step off the cot I’ve been standing on for the passed few hours. I have no idea what it is, but I just can’t seem to balance at all in this body. I’ll get a hang of the equilibrium at some point, I know I will. I’m just... having issues, is all.
After taking a moment to stand up, I walk into my room. Unlike usual though, I leave my door open. I had enough issues getting out the first time, I don’t want to repeat that... at all.
I walk around the furniture-to-be headboards and grab a hold of my camping bag with my teeth, dragging it out into the center of my room. I left it packed from last time I went camping, for some reason, so I have to empty it out a bit.
Inside of the bag, I find a whole bunch of dirty clothes(which tasted horrible, by the way.), a sleeping bag, a flashlight, some water shoes(which also tasted horrible.), a neckerchief, and some CR2032 batteries.
Fortunately, I knew where there was a hat and a hat-light. The hat-light being on one of my furniture-to-be headboards, and a hat under the sink in the bathroom. I’d always questioned the placement, but for once in my life, I was kinda happy that my family kept them in such a weird place.
That said, I still had a lot of planning to do.
I run into the bathroom and grab the hat, taking it into my room to start packing. I also took several blankets, the atlas, and I managed to take a bag of saltine crackers. This should be enough for at least one day. Not sure how I’ll make it passed that, but I’ll manage... somehow.
I give a short sigh then start trying to fold things up so that they’re neatly inside the camping bag. Using only my mouth to grab things makes it rather hard though, but I have no idea how they use their hooves in the show, and I’ve already tried to use magic several times, so I just sat there and took the time to fold things using my mouth, draping things over my hooves to help.
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It’s now roughly 4:30 P.M, and I’m mostly done packing, I just need to find a way into my top drawer so that I can grab the money I have in an envelope in it. I’m not sure how to do that actually, considering it’s the highest thing I’ve needed to get to all day. Heck, the mouse is lower than the doorknobs.
As much as I’d like to finish packing though, my mom actually bothered making dinner at a reasonable time tonight, so I’ve not got a whole bunch of time to think about it. I need to wash up though. I’ve actually been thinking about it off and on all day, and I’ve only come up with one thought.
I can’t possibly clean myself up alone.
Just when I thought the situation of being a pony couldn’t become any more degrading, I have to have someone wash me for me, like an infant.
I weigh my options on who I think I would find it to be the most comforting, considering it’s going to be a very uncomfortable situation. Conner would crack way too many jokes, Becker wouldn’t be much of an improvement, I’m not even related to Kate, and I’m not having my mother give me a bath.
Where my dad’s disabled, that just leaves Aamira.
Nervously, I step out of my room, putting my camping bag back where it was to begin with, to keep things looking inconspicuous. “A-Aamira?” I call out, already feeling uncomfortable.
“Yeah?” I hear from her room, which is thankfully across the loft from my room.
“I-I need help...” I say, after approaching her door. I hear her give an agitated huff, followed by her getting off her bed. I back away from her door before she opens it.
“With?” She asks, almost as if I’m about to say something that’s going to be a wait of her time.
“W-well, I n-need to, uh... shower...” I say, feeling like I’m two feet tall. Actually, that’s not too far from true, considering. And to think I used to be five-foot six.
We stood there in an awkward feeling silence for awhile, the only thing keeping me from shrinking back further was the fact that I’d already occupied my hind-left hoof with tapping at the floor. I was seriously uncomfortable, okay?
“Really?” She finally asks, as if I might be joking about that.
“No, I’m a bold faced liar who can totally use magic.” I say bluntly, though it seems to get the point across, as she rolls her eyes and starts walking into the bathroom.
To try and protect any masculinity I may have felt, I had her use my Axe two-in-one shampoo and conditioner to clean me up.
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Drying off took a lot longer than I had expected, what with the mane and the tail, as well as all the fur-like growth on the rest of my body. Once I was dry though I was free to run around the house until dinner was done.
Didn’t take long before that though, as it was already 5:45, and mom had been cooking since around four-thirty. I wasn’t very keen on eating with everyone, and sat by myself in the living room focusing on a thumb-tack that was left on the floor.
I still couldn’t lift it. I didn’t even have a clue on how to lift it. I was just staring at it, wondering what on earth I could be doing wrong. I... I don’t want to go back to magic kindergarten.
“… Wait, where did that come from?” I thought to myself, taken off guard by the foreign thought.
“Asher, are you going to eat?” My mom says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Y-yeah, I-I’ll just have some potatoes and carrots and then be off to bed.” I told her as I went to the table.
My mom had been dead-set on having pork-chops that night. I made sure she went through with it. I’ve got a much smaller appetite than before, so I’d be fine with a plate of grilled potatoes and carrots.
“I thought you didn’t like carrots.” She said as I entered the kitchen.
“I don’t, Twilight does. It’s her body, so chances are I’m going to like what she likes.” I say, sounding as sure of this as I can.
“Alright, but don’t load up, just in case you don’t like them.”
“I’ll be sure not to.” I say, staring at the table for a moment. Again, my comfort zone must be broken. I must eat at the coffee table. “C-can you put my plate on the coffee table? I’m not sure I can sit at the table.”
My mom seems taken off guard by this. Don’t blame her, I’d always made it a point to eat at the table. “Alright.” She says, then takes the plate to the living room like I’d asked.
As I slowly canter over to the plate of food, my mind is draw back to magic kindergarten. What brought that thought on? I clearly remember Lesson Zero, but the thought of magic kindergarten actually made me laugh.
“No dog.” I say when the family pet, Princess, started sniffing at the table. It was a good thing she did though, because I noticed I still hadn’t touched my food. I decided I’d take one last shot at magic for the day and be done.
Staring at a single slice of carrot, I focus, and think about lifting it into the air. I try doing so while pointing my horn at it, and also hold my breath trying to concentrate on the carrot slice. This all amounts to nothing though.
As soon as I eat what I can, I head back up the stairs, probably for the last time for a while, and head into my room, closing my door behind me to be alone.
Not long after, Conner came into my room and closed the door behind himself. I was curled up on my bed, silently crying.
“Need a hug?” He asked as he sat down on the edge of my bed. I just nod a little, hugging my pillow to the best of my abilities.
After sharing a room for pretty much our whole lives, Conner and I have started to be able to pick up on when one another are feeling down, even if we don’t show any signs of being upset.
Only I wasn’t just upset. I was crushed.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I honestly sat there for a while before nodding my head.
“So what’s up?”
“... I need to go to New York.”I said.
“What?”
“I need to go to New York.” I repeated.
“Why?”
“Princess Celestia, or really, Lauren Faust, has requested that the elements of harmony go to New York. Only issue is I’m short on cash and I can’t use magic. I mean, what good am I? I’m a unicorn who’s unable to use magic. Heck, I’m Twilight Sparkle. Twilight. Freaking. Sparkle! And yet I find myself unable to lift so much as a thumb-tack.” I say, tears starting to pool up faster as I sniffle.
“How do you plan on getting there?”
I don’t even bother trying to answer his question at first. How could I answer? I had only a few blankets, a tent, a hat with a flashlight on it, an atlas, and a single package of saltine crackers. I couldn’t even reach my top drawer to get my money.
I was doomed to fail before I even started...
And yet, I felt I had to go. Almost as if my other personality was excited to face certain defeat, but... for some reason, it wasn’t quite the same.
It was a confident feeling that I didn’t understand, but understood entirely.
I lifted my head a little and stared at my brother for a moment before I finally said “Luck.”
We sit in silence for a moment before he finally stifles a laugh. “Good luck with that.” He says, standing up as if he’s about to leave.
“Hold on, could you get into my top drawer and get out any envelopes you see in there?”
“Sure.” He says before digging around in my top drawer, pulling out only a single envelope. He tosses it on the bed in front of me. “Anything else?”
“Nah, that’s it.” I said, picking up the envelope with my mouth and putting it on the ledge of my window.
“G’night man.” He says, walking over to my door and opening it.
“Night. And, thanks.”
“You’re welcome” He says before walking off, leaving my door open for me.
I sat there smiling for a moment before deciding I should go to sleep. After all, it’d been a long day for me.