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// ...The Past Will Haunt... 
// Story: Moving Daze 
// by Short Stories 
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I personally, would love to be anywhere but here. Precisely, Cloudsdale. Not that Fillydalphia isn't a bad place. On the contrary, it's swell, to say the least. I've met a good amount of friendly ponies while I've been here, which is about seven years, but I don't have any particular interest in becoming their friend. I'd rather read or draw.

I do have a lovely coltfriend, though. His name is Lunar Moonlight. He's Luna's cousin's daughter's son. So, in a way, he's royalty. But, even if he wasn't, that would be OK with me. However, I did not write you this to bore you with my daily lifestyle routine. No, there's a problem I've been having for a while. 

I can't move back to Cloudsdale. I wish to so very badly, but I just...can't. 

I suppose I should tell you why, so you won't be in the dark.



It all started when we found out my dad, Stormy Skies, died. Our family, consisting of my mom, Rainy Wind, my younger sister, Lightning Orchid, and I, Harmonic Brush, was a complete and total mess, to be blunt. Lightning kept asking me if dad was coming back. She was in the denial state. My mom kept snapping at us every chance she got. She was in the anger state. I was thinking of suicide, for I was in the depression state.

One of the things that helped me out of my depression state was my love for drawing. Over a while, drawing became my passion and I sold some of it around Cloudsdale for two bits a piece. 

Then I found out we were moving.



"Mom, why do we have to move?!" I remember complaining to her. She already had Lightning's bags packed, and was forcing me to pack as well. I was stalling as much as possible., watching TV, asks mom questions,  pacing around the house, etc.

Mom shot me a look. I knew that look, I got it frequently. "I mean, I'm just wondering. Not upset at all." I said, then looked away, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I was screaming my lungs out. Dad died a year ago! Yes, we all miss him! No need to move!!

As if reading my thoughts, my mom darkened her expression. "I'll have you know, Harmonic, we are leaving because this house carries the soul of your late father, and if you don't care, so be it. I'm the mom, I MAKE THE DECISIONS!" She left with a flick of her tail. I blinked. That was intense. But not as intense as past times, fortunaley. 

That afternoon, we flew down to Fillydalphia, a new town for us. I was planning to sell all of my art pieces.

But things didn't turn out the way I planned, and I want to go back.