I woke up, and continued my usual schedule. That is, until I got a phone call. I was hesitant to pick up the phone. It was an old school land-line, so there wasn't any caller I.D. or whatever. I picked up the phone anyways. "Hello?". "Is that you man?" Said the voice on the other side. "What do you want, last time I saw you, you were kicking me on the ground." I grumbled into the phone. "Hey dude, chill, just wanted too see how my friend was doing, Haven't seen you since high school, what happened man?" he asked. "Uh, let's see, I left school because I was getting fucking kicked, pushed, tripped, and verbally assaulted by everybody. Even you." I yelled.
"Chill I-" he started. "Chill, chill?!" I asked. "No, fuck you, you made my life a living hell! You were supposed to be one of my friends, not a fucking dick!" I yelled, barely holding the phone. "Are you at least coming to my party?" He asked, the first mention of a party. "No, unlike you, I can't spend time partying with assholes!" I said before slamming the phone down. I overreacted a bit, only because memories of high school started flooding back.
I walked outside to see Scootaloo sitting in the hammock. She just seemed to be watching the clouds, I walked up close to the hammock. "Scoots, breakfast time." I said. She almost fell off the hammock. "Dad, don't scare me like that." she said, getting off the hammock. "Ah, so you can be scared." I said, chuckling. "No- I didn't mean it like that." she said, blushing.
We decided to eat outside. Scootaloo spent the morning acting a bit strange. At about noon she asked me to come up to her studio. I Remembered on the way up that it was my birthday. I kept on forgetting my birthday, It wasn't important to me lately. She had finished the canvas, but still had it under a tarp.
Scootaloo removed the tarp, and the art was amazing. It was a large portrait of me and Scootaloo on the hammock. There were green leaves casting their shade on our faces. A shadow of a bird was visible. The lighting and shading made it seem real, as if I could touch it. Scootaloo had an expression in her eyes, the lavender seemed as if it was alive. I looked at the real Scootaloo and hugged her, she hadn't been expecting it. She soon met the embrace. "It-it's amazing, Scoots. I-I love it." I said, hugging her tighter. "Thanks dad." was her response.
I hung the portrait on my wall, near all of her artwork. Then, I heard a car engine. I looked out the window to see some faces I wish I could forget.
I ran upstairs to the studio. "Scootaloo, you have to hide!" I said. "Why?" she asked, setting down her brush. "Because, there are people here." I said. she looked confused. "Why do I have to hide from people?" she asked. "I don't want them to see yo-" I started before she cut me off. "Are you afraid i will embarrass you in front of people?!" she stammered. "I don't want them to see that i have been harboring a pony." I said. "Is-is that all I am to you? A pony? Am I worth less than your friends who treated you like crap?!" she yelled, a tear forming in her eyes. "No I-" I started before she opened the window. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." she said before diving out the window, leaving three orange feathers in the room.
Scootaloo... NUUUUUUUUU.
annnnnnnd misinterpretation n lack of tactful communication has once again ruined a good feelings..........kick those guys azzes.......payback is due......
Well, this is good. Even with all the grammar/spelling errors.