*Riiiiiiiiiii- Crash*
“Shut up, you,” I whispered softly to the now dead clock, putting my head back down. Geez, that’s like the second clock I’ve broken or something. Math is hard, so went back to pretending I’m asleep.
“Rarity!” someone called out loud. Go choke on something, please. *Bang* *Bang* Curses, I said please! “Big sister!”
Not backing down from that choking bit. “Uuugh,” I whined, putting my head under my pillow.
“Rarity!” Sweetie called again, barging into my room. “Here you are!” she shrieked with that oh-so beautiful voice of hers. Glad my windows survived. “Wake up!” she commanded me, jumping up and down on my soft bed.
“Sweetie…” I finally said in a low voice, and with a soft shove, I easily pushed her off my bed, causing her to shriek before stopping and landing on the floor with a soft thud. It doesn't count as abuse when the wood isn't THAT hard.
“Rarity! What was that for!?” she complained with a cracking voice, apparently disliking what I just did. Well, I was trying to sleep, so now we are even.
“Quiet, I’m trying to bed,” I eloquently explained, waving my hoof to her to go.
“But we are gonna be late for the sister hooves social!”
“It’s still too early,” I retorted.
“It’s the middle of the day!”
“But this bed is just soooo comfy!” my retort was perfect, I cannot lie, and nopony could deny. “Aaah!” I yelped, and found myself suddenly on the floor. This floor is hard!
“You forced my hoof,” Sweetie said with a justified, mocking tone.
“Tell me a good reason to not kick your tail with extreme prejudice,” I groaned from my very hard floor.
“Because you love me,” she replied.
...
Curses, foiled again.
~~~~~
After I easily beautified myself, I headed downstairs, where Swsetie waited for me with a pair of bowls in hoof… With some black stuff in them.
“Sweetie, dear… Is that pudding?”
“It’s cereal!” she exclaimed excitedly. How do you even burn cereal?
“You shouldn‘t have…” you REALLY shouldn‘t have. “I was actually planning for us eat over there, you know?” catch the bait, catch the bait!
“Really? Well, okay! I’ll save it for later!” she said happily, putting the bowls in the fridge, to be future Rarity’s problem. “I’m surprised, I thought you hated eating, um, ‘carnival food‘.”
“When the heck did I say that?”
“And you using such… sentences,” she continued, staring at me weird. “Who are you, and what have you done with my big sister? Are you a changeling? Have I been mingling with one for the past weeks?”
“... Sentences?”
“Yeah! You used to talk all sophisticated like, all the time! But now you don’t!”
“Well, can’t a lady change her speech pattern?”
“And your dress area is a mess!”
“No, no… Organized mess!” I corrected.
“And look at Opal!” she said, lifting the cat in front of her.
“Wasn’t she white before?” I asked, noticing her brown coat.
“Yes!” Sweetie yelped, putting her down. “Rarity, what’s wrong? You are acting really weird!”
“Hmm…” and so, I was finally asked the question, one that I could easily answer to my little sister. Was telling her about my life thinking I was a human for two days a good idea? Would she change her opinion of me as her big sister if I were to? I still manage to do everything I do, so should I confront this?
…
I reached into my saddlebags, pulling out a small bag. “Who wants double their allowance for the Social~?”
“Oh, I do!” Sweetie exclaimed joyfully, jumping up and down, the question now clearly forgotten. “Thank you!”
“Now then, come Sweetie, or we’ll be late,” I hurried her, ushering her out the door, and following right behind and pushing her question to the back of my mind.
I figured I could tell her when she is older…
Or if I remember.
…
Maybe I just won’t.