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// I Stayed Home Today 
// Story: Young Equestria Young Tension 
// by Josh Crapo 
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	Today had to've been the worst day of my life.  At first, I hoped that I wouldn't get caught by Daddy again by using my quiet flying ability to be as close to silent as possible getting to the window.  It was almost as if Daddy stayed up that immediately after landing, he yelled.
"YOU'D BETTER BE GETTING SOME SLEEP YOU FLYING FOAL!!!  THERE'S SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!"
I jumped.  I didn't even get to look out the window this time.  I got scared and hid under the covers on my bed.  Suddenly, the covers lifted up.  My eyes darted looking for Daddy, but he wasn't there.  I was getting lifted now and my head hit the wall.
"GET YOUR LITTLE SADASS INTO BED AND STAY THERE!!!"  I started crying as I covered my scalp with my hooves, until I felt a slap on my left wing.  Next, I felt my tail get yanked.  I instantly screamed in pain with my cheeks flooding with tears.  It was nearly an hour of crying before I heaved.  This was where I laid, on a bed that now needed to be thrown out, unable to fly or control my sobbing.
Suddenly, I heard Daddy calling.  "Ms. Medium Praise, why aren't you getting up?!?  Time for school!"  My sobbing was halfway subsided.  As he looked into my room, I got up still very misty eyed and pointed at the end of the bed near the wall.  "Ugh!  Seriously?!?  You had to heave your FLYING heart out onto the FLYING bed!!!  I've got to get to work, so you'll have to lay on that son of a mare until your mother throws it away!"
The door slammed shut a little bit after Daddy left my room.  I waited a little bit before making sure that I was home alone.  I went into the living room slowly as I lost all my energy to heaving and crying.  Walking into the living room through a puny hall passing by the bathroom, I looked at the pictures that were taken when I was just a foal.  I started to cry again at the sight of a happy family of three that was once as healthy as any other.  It was almost as if it wasn't me in the photo.  I've always wished life would've been like those pictures, but never to this degree.  I laid on the floor on my front side and covered my eyes.
The door opened again.  I got scared again and got to my ruined bed.
"Hello?"  Mom.  I galloped up to her, who was surprised to see me at this kind of hour as I hugged her.  "I thought you went off to school.  But I guess you had to stay home because of your wing, right?"
"That was part of it."
"Part of what?"
"What happened this morning."  I walked Mom into my bedroom.
"Oh, my, god.  What happened in here?!?"
"I accidentally hit my head on the wall last night before I got to sleep.  I tripped on my tail causing me to fall and hit my wing."
"I wasn't talking about what happened to you.  I was talking about what happened in your room."  I thought Mom was starting to see through my lies.  "Looking at you, I can see that as a reason why your mane and tail is a mess, but to have a hole in the wall over your bed and your bed look like it needs to be thrown out?!?"
"What do you think I should do?!?"
"Come over to my friend's house.  You can rest there.  And secondly, when I ran into your father before I got here, he didn't look pleased at all.  Any reason why?"
"Not that I know of.  Really, honest this time."  I hugged Mom in hopes that she'd believe me.  Suddenly, I felt my back touched by Mom's wing.  It was a very warm and fuzzy feeling that I haven't felt since the last time she noticed something on my coat.
"I believe you."