Razor arrived at the school building, he walked in, and right up to his locker. He could see the areas where the janitors and school officials tried to clean up his blood, luckily though, the blood on his locker was minimal. He unlocked and opened his locker, still at the bottom of his locker lay the diary...still untouched. He would take it home and write in it tonight.
Razor flipped open the first page, he wrote ten words;
Dear Diary....
My name is Razor Slice, I am 14.
He would write more information about himself later, for now...he had to talk to Sweetie Belle, to make sure that the day the kissed was real, he knew it was but alas, it seemed too good to be true.
At about that time, Sweetie Belle walked through the door...she ran up to him and hugged him.
"Razor! You're here!" she said, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Sweetie belle?" Razor asked, a smile on his face.
"Yes?"
"What happened three days ago...was it real?" Razor asked, his voice shaky.
"You tell me..." Sweetie kissed him again, this time thought...it felt more passionate than it did, yet just as exciting.
"Yeah..." he blushed, "It was real." Sweetie Belle smirked.
The bell rang, and the hallway filled with ponies heading for their first classes ,Sweetie belle pecked Razor's cheek and she left to her class. He left to his, today would be a good day.
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Scootaloo walked to school slowly, and alone, she herself also stopped at the cemetery, but for a different reason. she walked around the graveyard until she found her mother's grave. She had been dead since Scootaloo was seven, for seven long years....seven years today.
She loved and missed her mom, but she was also angry at her, she had left Scootaloo with her father, the alcoholic, he hit Scootaloo almost daily, and more often than not, she'd have to come up with excuses when the teachers asked about her cuts and bruises. Usually the excuse was, 'Oh that, I fell when I was crusading!' then she'd put on a fake smile.
Her father brought home hookers every once in a while, just disgusting mares. He had pawned the wedding bracelet that mom had given him for liquor money, it just disgusted Scootaloo, and she wanted out of that house.
She couldn't blame it all on them though, her father only took up drinking when Scootaloo's mom died, he was devastated, right until he got the life insurance, he went and gambled it away, and spent it on liquor, now he's just bitter and they're on welfare. Her dad has ruined her childhood.
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AppleBloom didn't run to school, instead she ran out of Ponyville, she ran and ran, right up to the dam. She sat on the bank of the river, right in front of the dam. The wind blew calmly, so she walked up the trail to the top of the dam. For it being December, there was no snow on the ground, and the autumn leaves still coated the land.
AppleBloom walked across the top of the dam and sat on the edge, letting the full beauty of the day Celestia had provided. The sun's rays warmed her, and the mist form the dam cooled her, the wind rustled the evergreens around the dam. She relaxed, letting go of the dam, she put her arms up in the air and yawned.
The wind was not strong on the dam either, she looked around some more, looking at Ponyville, the forests, adn the clouds, all so perfect. The occasional gust sent more autumn leaves flying around, she found shapes in them, Apples, Ponies, Bells....All seemed so perfect when she was up here, why nowhere else?
"So...peaceful...."AppleBloom yawned again, she was tiring, she would have to leave soon.
AppleBloom rose, and walked along the top of the dam, she looked over again, although it was peaceful up here, the ninety foot drop and the rocks at the bottom were not, they were deadly. She was about to the edge when two things happened simultaneously;
1. She slipped a bit
2. The wind gusted
AppleBloom was falling, she was screaming,
"No No NOOO, I don' wanna die, Ah'm only a little filly, I don' wanna die!"
She was panicking, she couldn't die! She thought of her friends, her family, her future. She felt....
Peace, she was alive, still falling, she closed her eyes. Why, in the midst of death and panic, was she feeling at peace with herself?
AppleBloom thought of Granny Smith, she would get to hug her again, she would get to meet her parents, she would get to meet all of her older family, she could pet Winona again, she felt peace. What seemed like the final time, the sun's perfect rays warmed her coat, her mane moved with the wind, and the cool mist cooled her.
AppleBloom opened her eyes, time was slowing to her, she was about to leave this world, and travel to the next. A leaf wiped across her nose, she giggled a little, and relaxed one final time.
AppleBloom imagined getting her Cutie Mark, what it would be, how the CMC would all receive theirs, Sweetie Belle's singing, Scootaloo's scooter, and AppleBloom, she...she had her friends and family, that was all she needed.
AppleBloom's world went black, she felt no sadness, no pain, no remorse, and no grief, she felt only....Happiness, not peace, just happiness. She didn't feel dead, she felt alive, what had happened.
AppleBloom hit the water, the impact knocked her unconscious, she missed the rocks, she would drown if she didn't come too soon. She was floating down stream, right into the heart of Ponyville, just for everypony to see. Only thing, a loving pegasus saw her hit the water...
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Well, I really like today's chapter, it was a little sad writing it, but I am happy with the finished product, it was halfway erased when Chrome switched pages, ugh! Good chapter?