Twilight returned to her class. Neither Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Zecora nor Derpy had returned. As such Maya temporarily placed her into Derpy’s group for the remainer of the lesson. And if you think the time passed at the beginning of the last chapter was awkward, this was a whole new level. And if you think reading this horrible writing is awkward… well, hahaha… just wait. It’ll get worse, I promise.
The next half hour passed relatively fast for Twilight and eventually the last bell of the day ran. Technically there was also another one at 6pm to indicate the school was closing for the night but that’s not really the point is it? Anyway. She gathered up her books and headed for her car in the parking lot. And as if some mythical deity some refer to as ‘The Writer’ has shown mercy on her, she saw Brad pulling out of the area just as she arrived in it. Though he did toot his horn and wave at her. And yes: the horn did play the mexican hat dance song.
‘Won’t you take me to… FUNKY TOWN!?!?!?~’
“Hello?” she answered her phone.
“Hey Twilight. Where ar- nevermind I see you.”
“What? Sil? Hello?” she asked into her phone before she turned around to see Sil and Die coming towards her. She waved politely but half-heartedly.
“Ok, I know we said we had stuff to do after school but I also remember you saying you spend like 90% of your free time on a computar.” Sil said quite loudly. Either not noticing the passive-aggressive insult in it or not caring. “This is my Skype [I couldn't think of a horse pun].” as she handed Twilight a folded A8 sheet of paper. “I usually chat with Die most nights but I’ll call you and we can make it a three-way.”
Die just stood behind Sil and made a Jackie Chun face before muttering under her breath “Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?...” before folding her arms, looking down and shaking her head. “Beside… you already told Trixie too so that’s four. She’s got the paper, you’ve invited and made a pass at her. Can we just go already? Randolph is waiting.”
“Um… ok. I’ll call you tonight.” Twilight said as she internally tried to remember if she’d ever even made a Skype account. They were trying to be nice. And while she found it really really awkward it was still flattering. It was by far more than any of her friends back at her old school had done since year three ago when… what’s-her-name invited Twilight to that party she never went to.
“Right.” Sil said with a smile. “We’ll see you then. Bye” she said as she turned and big-over-the-shoulder-full-arm-waved. Die only did a brief raise of just her hand in her still folded arms before she turned and left too.
“See you then I guess.” she added, clearly annoyed. They then got in Die’s car which was coincidentally right next to Twilight’s. And in a puff of smoke and burning rubber, accompanied by the sound of tires spinning. They were gone. And about five second later with the same sound effect but without the smoke and rubber, so was Twilight.
Twilight arrived home not too long after to both cars in the driveway leaving her to park along the curb. She wasn’t quite sure why her father was home already but she didn’t really question it. She locked up her car and headed inside. The two greeted her as she entered and that was about it before she headed up to her room. She booted up her computar and flopped down onto her bed.
It was only a second or so later before Spike jumped up onto the bed and rested his upper half on her stomach. “Hey Spike…” she said cheerfully as she gave his head a good scratch. “Uh… I have to cook dinner tonight don't I? That means I have to walk you now doesn’t it?” she asked him and got a blank dog-face in response “Well… let’s go.” she said as she lifted him with ease off of her and onto the ground. She then turned off her monitar, grabbed Spike's leash and headed for the door.
For the next two hours, she walked the dog, took a shower, cooked dinner and then ate it. Nothing remarkable happened and the only remotely interesting part about it was probably the shower scene.
After dinner was finished and, she headed back to her room and booted on her computar and flopped down onto her bed. She then remembered she’d turned it on earlier and that the screen was just off so what she’d actually done was turn it off. Face palming she sat up with a loud sigh and went to turn it on again before sitting down in front of it and beginning her usual Friday night: browsing Blueit .
About five minutes had passed… or maybe it was two hours, it’s hard to tell, when Twilight heard a small tapering on her window. Turning her head, she saw a rather large moth in the mouth of a rather small gecko as it thrashed around back and forth. Moths and other incests often gathered on her window, drawn by the light, along with the lizards and geckos that lived around it drawn by the bugs.
This wasn’t an uncommon thing, it was just a bit odd with the size difference between the two creatures. It was just odd enough that her morbid curiosity got the better of her as she slid her chair over to the window to watch. There was that standard ‘Oh no, it’s dying’ thought but she understood the circle of poo and in all honestly she’d probably killed bigger bugs than that herself. Just as she got up close…
Meanwhile, down stairs.
Having just flicked on the TV after doing the dishes, because the kitchen is where every man belongs, OC was ready to relax for the night. As the TV came to life he let out a groaning relaxed sigh and sunk into the couch. Nothing could ruin this. He then cursed himself for thinking that. He then just thought that he’s reversed-jinxed it be thinking it would cause it to happen but thinking that would cause it not to which in turn would cause it too… this thought cycle went on until the TV finally came on. Uh TV, you help us not think and that's why we love you.
Suddenly, though unsurprisingly, there was a loud clattering coming from upstairs immediately followed by the sound of his daughter screaming then followed again by a loud stream of barking coming from Spike. Reaching behind the cushion of the couch he pulled out his chain and dog whistle. He always kept them around the house in case of chain and dog whistle emergency. He always knew Spike would one day attack his precious daughter and hell if he wouldn’t be prepared!
“Help!” he heard her yell from her room as Spike continued to bark. Bolting upstairs, chain in hand and whistle in mouth, jingling all the way, he made it to his daughter’s room and burst through the door completely destroying the handle. It was actually quite impressive because the door wasn't fully closed, he just hit it really hard! Same goes for his collarbone.
Sitting there on the ground was Twilight. Spike stood beside her growling and drooling. There was blood. There was glass covering the floor around his daughter who in her hands held a small unconscious owl.
