I was playing on my Xbox when my mom came in, she was angry that I didn't clean my room.
I was nervous because she could see Dashie at any point. I didn't want her to see her. I worked so hard to keep her secret.
"Clean yo' room!" she yelled. I was scared; Sweat trailed down my light blue hair. (I colored it light blue after we came back from the park)
"Okay, I'ma do it." She looked around my room but Dashie hid under some shirts. It was funny seeing my mom trying find her, but she couldn't.
My mom left after a while of intense searching for my friend. I wanted to tell her to leave myself, but that might make me look bad.
When my mom left, Dashie came out of her hiding place. "Daddy, why do I have to hide from her?"
"It's cuz dat biiiiatch wouldn't KNOW yo thugged-out ass. Biatch would hit you wit up ta tha army. I don't want you ta be taken away. I gots a straight-up lovin fo' you all muthafuckin day."
Dashie started to cry. I reached over to hug her. "Daddy, I don't want to be tested on."
"Shhh. I won't let dem do dat ta yo thugged-out ass.
Later that day we went to my friends home for help. "Fuck dat shit, you gotz a real Rainbow Dash," he said to me in surprise.
He was a brony too, in fact everyone on my street was a brony because it was the best ever. It was cool to be the brony.
"I found her three months ago. I need yo' help. Take care of her, please," I begged.
We sat for there for three minutes while he thought about it.
"Yes,” he said.
"Good."