It was an average morning, the smell of blueberry pancakes in the air as I wake up. Man I love that smell, nothing beats a good blueberry pancake in the morning... except for NOT having heavy blankets. My vision is clouded with that good ol' mornin' vision, in other words, I couldn't see crap. Back to the blanket situation, I bet anypony would like to have heavy sheets, not me. They get in the way of everything, I wish I had my old blankets.
"Scar! Time for breakfast!" A voice that shows some understanding as well as annoyance, obviously female, shouts up the stairs. That's my sister, not a morning pony, must've stayed up late last night if she's up thi-.
"SCAR! Get your flank down here!" I take it back, bro must've woken her up. I wonder what the occasi-.
"SCAR! NOW! I'm gonna eat your pancakes!" I can't even think without her interrupting me, wait, what did she say!?
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!!!" I yell back, nopony, and I mean NOPONY, eats my pancakes. Except for that one time I tried to get out of bed and got into all out warfare with my sheets, they were askin' for it. I bet you'd do the same if someone threatened to steal your morning away from you.
Anyway, I try to get out of bed, and wouldn't you know it, I fail. The blankets are so heavy, I don't know how I go to sleep without suffocating. I try once more, nothing, not even an inch. I try once mooooore.
Slip! Smack! Success! Those are the sounds of victory I've come to love, the after pain, not much. As you can imagine, the blankets slipped out of their corners and went flying with me on a one way trip to the floor, face first.
"Ow, damn it." I say under my breath, rubbing my forehead with my now free hoof. I make sure not to say that kinda stuff out loud, just to make sure I don't get a hoof to my face. I'm in enough pain as it is.
"You got ten seconds at best before Rose eats your precious pancakes." A monotone voice that could easily be mistaken for a father is heard out my doorway.
"Longer than last time." I reply as I run past my old brother, fore hooves at my sides. He's a good size, bit taller than Big Mac. Not that I know who he is or anything, shut up. He has a dark crimson coat as well as an even darker mane and blue eyes. Unicorn. No cutie mark. Speaking of which, my sis and I don't have cutie marks either. Weird, isn't it.
"You know that she doesn't like it when you run on your rear legs like that, remember." Do I look like I care, I'm trying to give my pancakes shelter in my stomach away from the evil that is Rose.
"Don't care, need to rescue my food!" I shout, jumping down the flight of stairs, escaping my brother's sight.
Alright, I'm past the set of stairs, three seconds. Now I got to get past the furniture and into the kitchen. Shouldn't be too hard.
"Gah what the he... heck" I recover, not slipping up this time. "Did you guys rearrange the furniture last night? Know what, forget it, I'm coming pancakes!" Three more seconds.
I manage to get past the new placement of furniture, only took two seconds. Now I'm face -to-face with the hall to the kitchen, why do things feel like their in slow-mo. I run for what feels like an hour, two more seconds. Not the most patient of ponies, am I? Nope.
"Finally, the kitchen, two seconds t-... WHERE ARE MY PANCAKES!?!?" Oh no, this can't be good.
"I said I was gonna eat them" Rose says, she isn't the tallest of pegasi, hell, she's not even that tall. She is still older than me, so I have to respect her. Well, I don't have to respect her, but I feel like I'm obligated to. She has a pink mane and a blood red coat with yellow eyes. She strangely has brighter colored wings, still red. I guess I should tell you guys all are names and ages. My name is Scar Cross, bet you already knew that. I'm the baby of the family, ten years old. I have the darkest mane in my family, black, my coat is a nice shade of red though. My eyes are green. My sis, the second oldest, is named Rose Cross. She is fifteen. My brother, the oldest, is eighteen. His name is Crimson Cross.
You know what sucks about my life, albeit awesome in its own way. I am the only earth pony in my family, ever. Wait, I feel like I'm forgetting something, that smell. Oh yeah.
"No, my pancakes! Nohoho." I cry, only a little. I go to wipe the tears away, but this does not feel like tears. "Why does the side of my face feel so wet?" I ask aloud to no one in particular. It feels really, really wet.
My eyes shoot open, I find myself on the floor, face first, with my body still in the bed. My face is in a puddle of drool. It's not even morning, I lift myself up off of my wet floor. I sit up on my bed, thinking over what my dream meant.
"Wow, that was, wow." Just what did it mean? I look through my window and straight at the moon over Canterlot Castle. The Mare in the Moon still visible. I place my hooves on the temples of my head. "Must've been a nightmare, that's good. I can't believe I'm moving to Ponyville in a week." I whisper, I look through my window again, looking at the castle that I will soon be unable to see in seven days. I close my eyes as I lay back down, letting sleep take me with open arms. "Good night, Canterlot."