It was an usual day.
I sit trough the classes, tried to avoid the bullying and waited to the aviation class.
The bullies, altough some of them was younger than me, never got tired of their boring bullying, the same things again and again, all day, all week, all month... how long I have to tolerate this? I'm 10 and 3/4 years old, when will they stop it?
It was almost midday when the aviation class arrived.
The teacher, named Ms. Shiny Days was a young, late twenties aged mare with bright white coat, light-blonde straight mane and yellow eyes - with matching glasses.
I can say, she was my favorite teacher in all school.
As I used to, I dashed down to the cloud level, and arrived first for the class. The 'others' were as lazy as possible, and it played on my hoof, I got my personal time with Ms. Days.
"Well hello Zephyr, how are you today?" She greeted me with joy: she knew that she was my favorite.
"Good day Ms. Days, weeeell, the usual, I try to survive, and I'm very excited about the aviation class.. what will we do today?" 'Now comes the truth!'
"Hmm, I tought about a field trip, we will visit a camp, the Racing Flight Camp by the name!" She smiled, still loking at me.
That was the moment when three things happened.
First: my semi-idiotic only- and best friend arrived, Sunset Wreath, the new guy from the day when I got my cutiemark.
Second: all possible things raced trough my mind and I said a 'Yaaay..' without enthusiasm.
Third: Sunset was clumsy enough to trip in his own hoof, and took a nice close look from the floor.
I facehoofed. And not for the first time today.
Later, in the camp...
"Alright, class! I have to collate few things with the camp leader, so occupy yourselves in the meantime!" Ms. Days said in a happy tone and dismissed us.
The always ready herd of bullies immedietly began to bother the younglings, the others from the class began to search a place to nap in agreement, and me with Sunny (as I and his mother called him...) tried to find a quiet place to think and make flying tricks.
"You should really go to an acrobatics school Zeph. Ms Days is right, you can do anything you want in the air." Sunny stared me in his usual amazement, I just did all the same old tricks of mine: barrel-rolls, spins, etc.
"Yeah, whatever. I know I could... I'm just not interested... I totally respect Ms. Days and stuff, but I don't want to be a flying clown, that's it." And if I decide something to NOT do, then I wont. Never.
"Hm. As you choose Zeph... hey, look!" He pointed to a nearby flying field.
"Oh, what's this?" It looked like a.. race?
And it was! Three young colts... Wait a minute, two colts and a filly lined up to race. I saw a lot of similar races, but never from these young aged kids. Let's see what will happen.
A second filly waved the flag and they started. Well, I can say, not in the speed what I expected. They flown almost as fast as I used to, when I'm in a little rush.
The race was over in a minute, but something happened... the filly. Her mane was rainbow colored. And she made a same colored explosion in the air.
'I read about this. In really-really old books. A Sonic Rainboom.
It wasn't triggered in hundreds of years ago, everypony forgot this miracle.'
"Woooooowww...." Sunny's expression was a total success, I wish I had a camera to make a photo...
Even later, back to Cloudsdale...
We sat in the yellow contraption of stink, called 'bus' Sunny was still babbling about the Sonic Rainboom:
"...and the explosion, and colors everywhere, it was soo awesomeehrgbrughhghuu..." -epileptic shock?
I snapped him out of it with a light punch on the back of his head.
"Hey, why did you do that?" He asked with a shocked expression.
"You again... Uhforgetit." I facehoofed. Again.
"Zeph, we have to find that filly!"
"Don't get funny ideas, like the last time!" You don't want to know.
"Nooo, nonono, I just want to ask her! About the Sonic Rainboom! And hey, how do you know about it's name?" Oh not again....
"As I told you before, I read a lot. Old books as well. And I found about it in a few hundread years old book from the Cloudsdale Main Library. It was triggered... if I remember correcly, 740 years ago, the last time." I raised my right eyebrow, as the sign of unpatience.
"Oohh... Hm! We need to find her." Sunny began to stare the scenery, as he used to when he think about something.
I sunk in my own toughts too.
'Yes, I have to agree, I need to know how did she do that.'
The bus stopped and everypony began to get out.
When I'm in my toughts, I move like a robot, my hooves and wings leading me, but no response from the world to me.
The good old (I wish he disapper) Jetster have seen me in this autopilot mode, and tried to trip me when I hopped down from the vehicle.
But his pathetic try drowned in fail (as it used to): I can't be tripped. By nopony. Ever.
Instead of crashing in the cloud-ground, I spread my wings and made a five star sommersault.
"Hah, nice try Jetpuker, next time use your brain too!" I said with an evil smile.
'Oh, that look on his face...'
Sunny saw this and Jetster's face too. And got an idea.
"Everypony get down! He is gonna EXPLODE!!!" Sunny's plan worked, all the class looked at Jetster, who's face was deep crimson from shame and anger.
I don't have to say, everypony laughed. Finally, a payback. So rare... And so sweet.
This day was... eventful. All I have to do now is to search that rainbow maned filly and ask her out about the Sonic Rainboom. Hm, I wonder, how old was she? 6? Or 7?
I will know it. Just, wait.