The Final Dramatic Reading!
Not the last chapter, just the last reading.
Twilight left quickly after her talk with Brad. Her car wasn’t far from where they’d spoken and she assumed he must’ve had a car in the lot as well. That, or he’d been waiting for her to come out there. She chose to believe the less stalkery of those choices. Even if he did seem like an alright guy it was hard to shake your thoughts about someone who your first impression of is ‘Oh my god, he’s going to rape me!’
Now in the relative quiet of her car, actually, very quiet: it was a Prius. Despite being alone, driving home for nearly thirty minutes, Twilight managed to avoid thinking about it. Twilight was a VERY nervous driver. She’d only just gotten her license a few weeks ago after all. Just before the school year had started. She kept her thoughts on the road and off the day's events. But finally, once she got home, pulling into her driveway, she started to think about all of this once more.
Not so much Brad or the other people at school, but the car itself. Her parents had only gotten it for her so she could drive to and from school everyday and now she had to tell them she was transferring away from it. It was completely possible that they’d refuse to sign the paperwork and she’d be stuck there whether she liked it or not. No, they wouldn’t do that to her. Would they?
Twilight just sat in the car for a while, once again remembering she’d left everything at school in her locker. “Well at least it’s there for tomorrow.” that’s when it hit her that she'd have to go back tomorrow as she slumped her head down and groaned. But Sil had been right, the worst of it was over. And Celestia was right too. Twilight had transferred here to begin with for her education. So she should at least meet her new teachers.
That was reason enough to calm her as she finally got out of the car, remotely locking it behind her. That and she hadn’t eaten all day. Despite having violently thrown-up for what had to have been at least half an hour, she was famished! On the same key chain as the car keys were the house keys. And if her locker key hadn’t been needlessly ornate, it would be on there too. She unlocked the front door and went in. It was a pretty standard house. Exactly what you would imagine. So just imagine that, I don't want to have to describe a whole house. [two story]
Her parents weren't home yet and wouldn’t be until about 5 or 6. She wouldn't have to cook either. It was Monday: pizza night! Twilight just grabbed a muffin out of the fridge and went up stairs. The muffin was gone before she even got to her room. She pulled up a chair and sat down at her computer and flicked it on. But it didn’t even start loading before someone noticed she was home.
“Whoa, whoa! Down Spike!” Twilight laughed as her dog jumped up onto her lap. Her brother had wanted to name him something cool, something vicious like Daisy or Sweetie. But Twilight had won the coin toss and got to call him something girly: like Spike. She even gave him an adorable black leather chrome-spiked collar. The little mutt had been tiny all those years ago when they’d first got him, but now he was a big, solid, slobbering, fifty kilo wall of purple pitbull. He has adorable!
Twilight felt a little guilty. She’d completely forgotten about him and his walkies. Actually, no she didn’t feel guilty, he’s a dog… he didn’t know. Nevertheless, she picked him up off of her lap, with surprising ease, and put him down on the ground. Going over to her dresser, she slipped off her shoes and skirt and donned a pair of running pants and sneakers. She didn’t bother closing the door, she was alone in the house and highly doubted Spike, a dog, cared about her stripping down to only her panties.
Twilight left her room and headed down the stairs, Spike following right behind her. Down the stairs and towards the front door, she grabbed his leash and attached it to Spike’s spiked collar. Just a second to lock the door and… they were gone. Practically sprinting down the street. Spike was full of energy as always and Twilight was only just keeping up, holding his leash tight to keep him from getting too far ahead.
She loved it as much as she hated it. Sprinting was fun and horrible at the same time. Twilight tried to keep in shape, and succeeded at it, hated the process, but loved the results. It was a contradiction, she didn’t understand but didn’t care either. After about ten minutes and three kilometres, she was exhausted. Luckily so was Spike. They’d run to a small shopping village as always.
Spike knew the place, knew that it meant he was about to get a treat, and slowed nearly to a stop. Just walking now, Twilight was breathing heavily, covered in sweat. She tied Spike’s leash to a pole and left him be while she went in and got him his treat. Along with a drink for herself. Unlike driving, running was simple: plenty of time to think. So this time, when she stopped at the shops, she spent a little longer than usual.
But all the same, she returned with a treat for her dog and some stuff for herself before they were off running once more. Like always they ended up going about ten K’s by the end of it according to Twilight’s fitbit. Even with the muffin from earlier, she was more than hungry again at this point.
It was just getting dark when she returned home. Her father’s car was already there… pizza! She rushed inside and the smell instantly hit her nose. Not to mention Spike’s. She walked into the kitchen to see the three boxes on the counter but before she could say anything. “Shower first. I could smell you when you walked in.” it wasn’t a joke either. She sweat quite a lot. She huffed, more from exhaustion than annoyance, let Spike off his leash and went up stairs.
Grabbing a few clothes to change into afterwards, she noticed her computer was still turned on. Not unusual but it remind her of something. Twilight went over and grabbed her phone that was always plugged in to it. It wasn’t a new phone but it wasn’t an old one either. An iFruit 1. Years out of date but still worked fine. It was Shining’s old phone. Twilight wasn’t allowed to bring it to school and it was only supposed to be used for ‘emergencies’. So you know… never. The irony of not allowed at school and today's emergencies was strong.
It always had credit and a few of her friend’s numbers were on it. Twilight couldn’t remember the last time she'd used either of them though. Now though she was finally going to use it. She put in Sil’s number and sent off a message. ‘Hey, it’s me. So you have my number from this now. Call me whenever, just not to much, ok?’ hit send and put it back down, then went off to take a shower.
After an incredibly hawt and steamy shower scene with lots of soap dropping, Twilight came back into her room, wearing a towel wrapped around her hair and nothing else. She changed into her fresh clothes, which were coincidentally the exact same type as she’d been wearing earlier. She’d had time to think in the shower and had forgotten all about the message she’d sent… ‘bleep bloop!’ her phone rang.
She went over and picked it up. Scrolling over the sleep screen she read… ‘Who is this? And how’d you get my number?’ apparently she should’ve wrote Sil’s number down instead of just memorizing it. Twilight quickly replied with. ‘sorry.i must’ve had wrong nummber.’ hit send and then realised how failed she grammared. To late...
Her stomach growled as the smell of pizza hit her nose once more. Transforming into little more than a zombie she shambled out of her room and down the stairs. Her mother had gotten home while she was in the shower and was sitting at the table as her father set up the plates. And by plates I mean just putting a pizza box in front of a seat each. Twilight took her seat and opened hers up. It was vegetarian, but not because she was one, she just loved all the onions and spicy capsicum on hers. Totally wasn’t a closet vegetarian at all!
She quickly grabbed a slice and went to gob it down “Eh hmm…” her mother interrupted, clearing her throat.
“Oh, hi Mom. How was your day?” she asked, knowing what her mom wanted.
“Oh it was pretty good. How was your first day at this school?” she asked Twilight who’d expected that question. But expecting it didn’t help her come up with an answer. Everything that had happened. She knew her mom would understand that she didn’t want to stay there. But…
“It was good. I met someone and we talked and we’re going to hang out sometime… maybe.” she replied. Not lying but not telling the whole truth. Twilight was going to give the school a chance at least before writing it off. Or at least that’s how she rationalise in her head not telling her mother.
“That’s good to hear.” she said as she grabbed a slice herself and began to eat. Her name was also Twilight, though it was Twilight Velvet in full, and thus telling you her name and calling her Twilight in that conversation would’ve just made it much more confusing. It’s kinda pointless saying this but I just wanted you to know. Her father’s name is Orion by the way. Orion Comet, but most of his friends just call him OC.
The rest of dinner passed in silence as always. At least until Spike farted. But that's what happens when you run a dog for a few hours and then feed it a jiant can of food. Eventually Twilight returned to her room and hopped back on her computar. A couple of minutes passed before she noticed she’d gotten another message on her phone.
‘Haha, I’m kidding Twilight. You got the right number and I’ve got yours now. I’ll call you sometime and see if you want to hang out. And feel free to call me whenever too. Silverspoon. Heart Heart Winkyface.’
“Wow… she actually wrote ‘Heart Heart Winkyface’...”
