The loud ringing of an alarm clock caused Derpy to lazily open her eyes. She yawned, turned off the alarm, and rubbed her face with her hoof. After throwing her blanket off and rising off of the bed. The Pegasus walked out of her bedroom.
Derpy walked downstairs, took a bite out of an apple, put on her navy blue colored worker's hat, slunges on her satchel, and walked out the door of her two-story home.
The chilly outside air caused Derpy to shake. Her teeth chattered briefly. Without complaining, Derpy walked away from her house, and started through the streets so she could arrive early at her wonderful job. The morning sun had only just briefly risen, so the sky was a dark blue color. Derpy had allowed her amuture grasp on time get the better of her. She was over an hour early to work.
The navy blue colored cap on Derpy's head bounced up and down as the Pegasus walked. It tipped unevenly to the left side of Derpy's head: symbolizing her messiness. The faux leather satchel that was slung on Derpy is the satchal she uses to hold her letters. It is surprisingly clean for such a disorganized pony.
Upon her early arrival to the Post Office. Derpy was surprised to see that the lights inside the building were on. She pushed open the double doors, and entered the mail room. No one was in there, the doors were unlocked, had someone broken in? The thought of a criminal caused Derpy's heart to speed up.
The door to the other room opened; out came Cupcake. Her voliet colored mane was ruffled, her cyan colored fur was messy and some of it was gathered in clumps. Her eyes were bloodshot red.
"Cupcake, why are you here so early?" Derpy asked.
"Bright Eyes, I never left. I crashed here for the night," Cupcake explained with a lazy yawn.
"You left the door unlocked. Don't do that it's dangerous," Derpy scolded.
Cupcake smirked, "Derpy, stop worrying about burglars. You're the most paranoid mare to ever live. But you happen to be the greatest mail carrier so at least you've got that going."
The gray Pegasus filled her satchel with a hand full of letters, and some packages. She yawned, "Cupcake. I'm going to start my route early. You clean up the place, and head out when you're done."
Without motivation, Derpy walked outside, flapped both of her wings, and took off flying. From far away she looked like a large gray bird.
Lyra used her horn to magically turn the current page of the newspaper. She took a bite of an apple.
Lyra is a unicorn. Instead of wings she has a horn growing out of her forehead. She is teal colored, except for the silver streaks in her mane and tail. Her cutie mark is a golden lyre.
A knock came from the door. Lyra got out of her chair, walked over to the front door, and used telekinesis to open the door without having to touch the knob. On the unicorn's front porch was a gray colored Pegasus wearing a navy blue cap.
"Derpy, good morning," Lyra greeted.
"Morning Lyra. You have a package," Derpy explained.
Derpy reached into her leather satchel, and pulled out a wraped box about the size of a lunch tray. She handed it to Lyra, who signed her name on a piece of paper Derpy had brought out.
"Alright, then. Bye, Lyra!" Derpy called out and waved.
Once the door was closed Lyra used her magic to rip into the box. Inside was small packets of cupcake batter. She received the wrong delivery. Derpy made a mistake, one of her firsts.
"Sign here, Bonbon," Derpy asked.
The mail mare had arrived at SugarCubeCorner. She was delivering a package to one of the employes. The employe's name was Bonbon. She was an earth pony with beige fur, a blue colored mane and tail with pink streaks running though them, and her cutie mark was a picture three hard candies.
Bonbon grabbed a pen using her mouth, and wrote her name on a piece of paper provide by Derpy. Whom handed her a box.
Derpy waved off, and left the store. Then Bonbon opened her package, and inside was a golden colored scarf, not the sugar packets she ordered. Derpy had made another mistake today. But her worst mistake was still coming.
Flying around town at a moderate speed. Derpy would drop letters into the mailboxs of each pony's house. The wind threw her hair back, and if Derpy went any faster her cap would fly off. Rushing wind tasted dry, kind of like the wind from an industrial fan.
After an hour of delivering items. Derpy had finished her route for the day. She smiled at her new record. Why, even Cupcake couldn't finish her route in an hour.
Feeling accomplished, Derpy started a slow flight to the Post Office.
Upon arriving there she was met by the secretary who sat at his desk. He was an earth pony with white colored fur, and a gray colored mane and tail. The mak pony's cutie mark was a picture of a desk. He was almost an elder, but he had a few years left till retirement. His eyes had bags under them.
His name was Jonathan Escritorio.
The older stallion looked up from his work, and stared at Derpy. "Ditzy? You're early today."
"Actully. I just finished my route," Derpy replied.
"Prepostrious. I just opened the Post Office."
"No, you see Cupcake slept here all night. And I came really early today. So we both grabbed our stuff, and took off," Derpy rambled.
Jonathan nodded. He was surprised that Derpy was mature enough to come to work early just for the sake of doing her work. The older stallion then said.
"Well done, Bright Eyes," he congratulated.
Derpy's heart skipped a beat when he said 'Bright Eyes'. That awful word struck Derpy more the anything. It made her feel self-conscious about her right eye.
You see Derpy's right eye is a little wonky. It goes 'wrong', and never matches her left eye. Though her vision is perfectly fine. She is very offended when people remark about her eye. And the term 'Bright Eyes', gives her an uneasy feeling that tightens her belly, and forces her heart into unnatural acceleration.
Derpy smiled, "Thank you, Jonathan. Anyway, I'm heading home. I have a dinner date with a friend later this evening."
"Ditzy you seductive dog you. Who's the lucky stallion? Or mare if that's what you're in to."
"His name is The Doctor. And he's a wonderful man. Though I have trouble around him," she admitted.
Jonathan stroked his chin, "Prey tell. Does your heart speed up when you're near him? Do you feel speechless? Do you want him to hug you?"
Derpy's eyes widened. She nodded excitedly, "That all happens!"
"Ditzy. You love him. You love him and want to go steady with him," he mocked.
The gray Pegasus blushed. She bit the bottom of her lip and said, "Oh would you look at the time. Gotta go!"
She rushed out of the building, and broke into flight.
Jonathan stayed back inside. Grinning and smirking all day.
Until two dozen ponies arrvied complaining about how their delivers had been all mixed up. And the mare mail of thier area, was Derpy Hooves. Now a former, mare mail. She had lost her job becuase of all of the mistakes she made. And she didn't learn until it was far too late.
The Doctor adjusted the green tie that was attached to his white collar. He looked relatively classy this evening. His mane was just as messy as it should be, his fur clean, and his mouth was minty fresh. He could easily win over any mare, even the beautiful Derpy.
"Ditzy should be here in a few minutes," he assumed. The brown colored stallion stood sevreal meters away from the entrance of a restaurant. A warm evening was occurring, not like a chilly evening, but a warm summery type one.
Then out of the corner of his eye came his date, the pony whom he had accompanied to a party just the other night. She looked the same cosmeticly. But she had on a Pearl nekclace, and wore a simple yet stunning white dress. Derpy looked more beautfuil then usual, The Doctor thought.
She approached her friend, bowed, and said, "I'm starving, Doc. Let's go eat!" she suggested. She grinned excitedly.
The stallion nodded, he was nervous. As he led his date into the resurant, he could feel himself sweating bullets. In a minute or two he would stink of B.O, and not notice because his date was the most distracting thing in the history of distracting things. And she was distracting in the good way. The pretty, mesmerizing way.
Once they had their table, and made thier orders. They started to share some banter (talking for smart people).
"Lovely weather we're having today," Derpy started.
"I know. But it is spring after all. So I guess that's.... predictable," he replied brainlessly.
Derpy compleimented the pony sitting across from here, "Anyway you look nice in that tie."
"You look nice in that necklace and dress. I love the use of white. Really brightens up your eyes, Ditzy," he examined.
"Thanks, Doc," she said with a blush.
"Why do you call me that?"
"Call you what?"
"Why do you call me 'Doc'?"
Derpy shrugged and placed her hoofs on the table. She replied, "Its only a nickname, Doctor."
The brown colored stallion frowned, "Ditzy, its offensive. I like being called 'Doctor' or 'The Doctor'. Don't call me 'Doc'. Its as offensive as me calling you 'Bright Eyes'," he ranted.
"Wait. You knew that nickname was offensive to me. And you still called me 'Bright Eyes'?!"
"Course I did. Your mates were calling you that. So I assumed its normal. Wait, It, wasn't normal?" he asked surprised.
Derpy shot daggers at her date. Her uneven eyes showed disgust, "You knew it was hurtful. And you still called me it?"
The Doctor stuttered, "W-well to be fair, Ditzy. You acted rather unaffected."
"I was affected! That horrible name made me cry all night. I was really hurt by it," she replied. Tears formed in her eyes. Her speech was warbled.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to...... I'm sorry."
Derpy frowned. Her face was wet with tears.
"Love?"
"See you tomorrow, Doc," she said angrily
Derpy left her date alone. He had on a sad face. She felt he had deserved being ditched. Derpy was about to eat dinner with a man who knowingly and willfully called her a hurtful nickname. The Doctor knew he deserved this. He cried just as much as the Gta colored Pegasus did.
And Derpy would cry more when she arrived home and found a letter in her mailbox. It read, "You have been fired from 'The Eqsutrian Postal Alliance."
Tears poured out of her eyes. She cried and laid down on her front porch. She stayed there until very early morning.
Bright Eyes. Bright Eyes. We got rid of Bright Eyes.