Entry #2
Hi again. Sorry about last night. My stomach started hurting. I didn’t eat anything other than some wheatza. Oh well it’s not really important. Anyways I’m going to finish what I was writing about. I don’t have that much time since I need to get ready for school.
Last night when I went into the store I saw Mom sleeping behind the counter. She was snoring very loudly and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. On the counter there was a bottle of some drink. Next to Mom’s hoof was a very small glass that had the same drink in it. It looked like apple juice but it didn’t smell like it at all. It’s smell was very very strong.
I looked at the side of the bottle and read the words that were there. It said “Buck Daniel’s”. I wonder who this “Buck Daniel” is and why did my Mom have his bottle? He might be a customer. Now that I think about it, he is. I hear a lot of the customers asking if there are any Buck Daniels around.
Mom’s cheeks were red. She looked like she was hot, as if she were on fire! I checked her head and it wasn’t hot. She wasn’t sick, but she wasn’t ok. I think she was asleep but I’m not sure. She was making weird noises. They weren’t snores. Just noises.
When I walked over to her I poked her side with a hoof. I wanted to wake her up because she had to go to sleep and not be tired for work tomorrow. She opened her eyes and saw me. I think she saw me but she didn’t know it was me.
And she said something. She said “Bourbon? What are you doing here?” I thought she was talking to somepony else because I don’t know any Bourbons. He might be a friend of that Buck Daniel. Well he made my Mom cry! After she said that she began to cry really hard! I was scared because she was hurt. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to give her a hug, since that works most of the time, but it didn’t this time. She didn’t let me hug her and kept pushing me off. She kept yelling something, but I didn’t know what she was saying.
And then she hit me. But I’m not mad at her or hate her. She wasn’t feeling well so I’m not mad. I was scared but not mad. I love her no matter what. That bottle hurt though. And there was a mess everywhere. But I’m fine. And Mom’s fine too. She stopped crying after that and went to sleep again. I did too.
I went to see if she was still on the counter when I woke up. She wasn’t but the bottle was still there. I hope Mr. Daniel won’t be mad that it’s broken.
I’ve got to go to school now. I’ll write more later.
Entry #3
I’m back from school. It was a long day and we learned about multiplication. I don’t like math that much and I didn’t know how to do the pracktise problems that Ms. Shine made us do. They were pretty hard. She gave me some more to do tonight. I don’t want to do them but she might not give me the sticker if I don’t. Maybe I can ask Berry for help if she’s around.
I did get another gold star though! I finished StellaLuna during lunch break and told Ms. Shine and she was very proud of me!
Mom’s happy today. She must have forgot about last night. I’m worried that it might happen again.
Other than that I don’t have anything to write. I’ll write when something happens.
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Entry #11
Hi again! I’ve been really happy for the last week. You wanna know why? It’s almost my birthday! I’ll be 7 in two days! I can’t believe it! Mom said that 7 is a very lucky number, so when I become 7 I’ll be very lucky too! Maybe Dad will come back to celebrate with us! That would be great!
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Entry #165
Been awhile hasn’t it? Last entry was... two years ago? Yeah, I just checked. Back when I was only a little 7th grader. I don’t even know why I pulled you out. Oh wait yes I do...I FINALLY GOT IT! After 14 loooong years I finally earned my cutie mark!
And it’s about bucking (oops, sorry. Don’t tell...nevermind. I’m an idiot.) time. I’m the last one in my class to get it. Can you believe it? Everypony else obtained theirs years ago. I mean, I know I’m the scrawniest (Mom never lets me forget my size these days) but I’m years above those guys in brain.
You might be wondering who ‘those guys’ are, O baby blue buddy of mine. Those guys would be my complete numbskull of classmates. Have I seemed happy in the few above paragraphs? Yes? Then I’ve done a good (albeit short-lived) job of concealing the...quite frankly... the rage that I have right now.
So what’s my cutie mark? How did I get it? The answers to these questions would be the source of my aforementioned rage. Well I’ll tell you.
It began at school, right before the final bell. I was waiting for Berry to come and get me, as she always does. It was a pretty nice day, but that doesn’t really matter does it? I was doing nothing but waiting patiently ok? All of a sudden those jerkwads Thunder and Lightning walk by me. And do you know what they began to do? They began to bad mouth Berry. They said she was a slut, loose, THEY SAID SHE WAS JUST LIKE MY MOTHER! MY SISTER AND MY MOTHER ARE NOT SLUTS!
And then...I don’t know what happened to me. I just became so mad...the next thing I knew was that they had a bruised eye each and I had a bloodied hoof and my cutie mark.
I’m scared. My cutie mark involves hurting ponies. At least that’s what I think it is. I mean nothing good can come out of fighting, right?
Maybe mom will be able to help me figure this out. I’ll ask her tomorrow. I’m really tired right now though. Good ni
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The entry ends abruptly and Berry is whipped cruelly back into reality. She had settled onto a lumpy stained pillow that rests on the floor next to a couch. Her eyes burn after focusing only on the words before her for a few hours. She blinks a few times, trying to get her eyes to refocus on the dank environment that surrounds her in the room.
She has still seen no explanation for the bizarre message that adorns the book’s back cover.
She begins to get up, wincing when her legs buckle slightly from being laid upon for a few hours of reading. She slowly makes her way into the kitchen and to a pitcher of water. She grabs a small cup and pours a bit of the water into it. Not wasting any time she quickly drowns the glass and sets it back down. Her parched throat thanks her and the fires of pain are calmed.
As she ambles back to the pillow she steels herself for what she knows is coming in the next entry. “Oh please Cross don’t beat yourself up too bad for this.” She sits back down and exhales deeply, preparing herself to read the next entry. She opens the book and reads the first line.
In the kitchen the water turns to steam.