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// Pink 
// Story: Little Beam of Light 
// by OneSingleClick 
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I walked up to the tree, examining the glowing ball from far. 
I decided that it was best too see it from up close, I couldn't see much from far away,
So I flew up to the tree, knocking into a few branches and knocking down a birds nest or two. 
That was part of why my schoolmates made fun of me, I was probably the most clumsy pony at that school, heck, probably in all of Ponyville, the other reason is my lazy eye, but that's not important now. 

I sat next to the ball of light, trying my best not to knock it off the tree branch it was sitting on, 
Then it started to glow brighter, and brighter, until it changed color to a bright, beautiful pink. 
The pink color was the same color as the pink pony from school, who had just exchanged from Vanhoover elementary too my school.

It defiantly wasn't a normal sight to see, maybe it wasn't really there? 
Maybe I was just seeing things. Maybe this all isn't real. 
Maybe I'll wake up in that old schoolhouse to find that it was all a dream. 

But I want to believe it. 
I want to see it. 
And, it's here.. I can see it, touch it, as if it was really real. 
So where's the proof that it is all in my head? 

I don't care what they may say, this is real.