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// Chapter 3 : Windy Scamper 
// Story: Sticky Notes 
// by Windy Scamper 
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I didn't think I would ever return to the board within the week, but when I returned to Sugarcube Corner the following day, I couldn't help but to look at it through the corner of my eye.

How have ponies reacted to my note? Has anypony actually seen it? Probably not, I bet it's just collecting dust. But maybe other ponies have started to actually post...serious things, because I did.

I tried to ignore my curiosities, but I just couldn't help it. Between my ADD constantly wanting to do more than simply walk, and my constant thoughts, I found that I had no choice; I had to stop and look at the board.

One last look, but that's it. After this, I'm just going to pretend that there isn't a board, that it never existed. After all, that board contains the once scrap of WIndy Scamper that is still here in Equestria. I can't let anypony that, and the more times I stand in front of this wall, the easier it is for ponies to add things up.

So I might as well make this quick.

I collected all my thoughts, and walked over to the board. The same dumb, cheesy title remained, along with the original 5 notes that came before mine. Some other ponies had added notes, much in the fashion of the 5th note; accussing others of things, and revealing dirty secrets. There were maybe a dozen notes up by now.

I continued scanning the board, and I noticed what was wrong quickly;

My note wasn't there.

Either it had fallen off, or somepony had ripped it off.

I shouldn't have cared, because I had already decided that I didn't care. 

And yet, I did.

I looked all around the ground surronding the board, under the title message, and finally, I began flipping up notes.

And under the second one I looked at, I found my note.

But instead of feeling relieved, I was now even more confused. Why would somepony just cover up my note? Why not just take it down? If they leave it up, surely they know that I can just put it back up.

I pondered this for a while, but every time I came to the conclusion that they wanted me to see my note again, ot to see something.

I lifted my note off, and looked around it. Nothing had changed, it was still the same as it was when I left it. Whoever did this hadn't changed what it said, or anything, it had just been covered.

The only other possibility I could think of was that there was something else under the cover, like a mark or a note...

A note, you dummy. This board is full of NOTES. By covering up your note, they expected you to see their's.

Another reason I shouldn't be alive; I was rather stupid at times, so I was doing everypony a favor of taking my genes at of the pool. I mean, I did pretty well in school, I had book smarts, but after that, I was a generally stupid pony.

But no matter. The more I thought, the more I got distacted, the more time I wasted. I had 6 days left on Equestria, and in one of those days, I had to read this note. It wouldn't change anything, I was going to be discovered at somepoint in the next week; and if I wasn't, well, might as well save myself the trouble. This note was simply just final remarks from an unknown pony to me.

I took a deep breath, and then flipped the note over, and read it, after all this time I had wasted thinking. Thinking about unimportant things, and yet, so important.

Like this note, I supposse. It was just an insginificant, tiny piece of paper, and yet the words could be something very important.

I too, have lost meaning in life, and am waiting for a new one to begin. I advise we wait together, because you can't give up hope. Not now, in this state of turmoil, not ever.

I do not know of you, nor do you know of me, but we have to wait for a life. Together.

I read the note again, and then reread it for a third time. It hit me the first time that there was another pony out here that was like me, but I had reread to see if this pony meant it. If instead of giving up, instead of saying his life was over, to see if he was truly waiting.

And I finally came to the conclusion that this note was in no way, shape, or form, a scam. The way it was worded, the way that it was just so...true...it had to be a real pony.

I don't care what happens to this pony. I don't care about this board. I will not respond.

And yet, I felt the need to.

So I did respond to it. I place the two notes side by side, and then scribbled out my response. I then placed it imbetween the two note, opening that the pony who wrote the last one would notice it. I wanted to talk to this pony now, to explain everything, but I couldn't do that. This board was to be kept anonymous, and if I posted a meeting place, imposters would follow.

So I just had to hope this pony understood what I said, as complicated as the situation sounded.

What is the point in waiting when I am currently living a life that is not mine? I wouldn't give up so easily if it was possibly for me to be...me. But I hope you find your new life, as I tried. But my new life is not my own life, and I feel it is not right for me to go on longer pretending.

But I wish you good luck.