Seeds will never fly...
I gathered my books and got out of the seat, Carefully sneaking away from my bench and down to the door while the teacher wished everyone a happy weekend. You needed to be among the first ponies to get out or you'd be over run by the other students. A slightly older colt opened and I quickly got out. Now, all I needed to do was to make my way five hundred meters forward to the elevator. Unfortunately, there was many- too many students in the hallway, as always, and it took me a good ten, fifteen minutes before I reached the elevator and could sneak into the small passages next to it. I took one last look at a group of other students that was trying to get through the main door before continuing. I pitied them. It would probably take them another fifteen minutes before they'd reach the stairs to the bottom floor. But not me.
I throwed my self down the stairs, rushing through the small, garbage filled space. Soda cans, chewing gums and empty bags of candy covered the floor, and I tried my best not to step in any of it. Five minutes later, I reached the end of the stairs and entered the area where the classrooms with numbers between 40 and 50 was located. Pleased with that I now had saved a good portion of my lunch break from going to waste, I fished up some coins from my saddle bags that I could use to buy a grilled toast as replacement from the schools vomit inducing stew. I knew all too well I should be grateful for that we got free lunch, but if you can't eat the food, it doesn't matter that it's free.
As I stood there, munching on my toast, I over heard some older students talking about their High School choices. They where mostly discussing schools in the finer parts of Manehattan, and if possible, anywhere else. Hearing them made me think about my own future. What would I do when school was over? For me it seemed so far fetched, but for this ponies it was just a couple of years left. If they were lucky, they'd get to go to a nice school, get a nice job, and leave this dump behind them.
I looked around me, at the overflowing trash cans and walls covered in graffiti. Two Yellow Pegasus fillies had seated themselves in one of the big windows placed high up on the red brick wall, enjoying the early spring sun shining through the windows. I immediately felt a bit envious of their luck. They had wings, so they could fly out of here, fly anywhere. Not me. Seeds can't fly, no, they're firmly planted into the ground, meant to grow string from what earth give them. But what if the earth had nothing to give them? This garbage filled place offered nothing to grow strong from. Oh, how I wished I had wings to fly! A flying seed...that would show them what I'm worth. I'd fly away and never come back...and everypony would know, that seeds do fly! But sadly, it was and would always be nothing more than a dream...
A cold, wet, object hit me in the head, snapping me back into reality. It was snowball. Some colts were having a snowball fight and I suddenly became aware of that I was in the middle of it. I grabbed my stuff and galloped away, not wanting to be associated With indoor snowball fights, which was forbidden. I already was dangerously close to failing in some subjects, and being caught violating the rules was the last thing I needed.
Trotting through the school, I tried to find a place where I could be alone, but it was an impossible task. Everywhere there where bigger or smaller groups of students occupied the sitting areas. Finally, I ended up back in the small, narrow passages through which I had escaped the eternal line if students wanting to get down the main stairs. So I sat down among buckled soda cans and age-old chewing gums. It was dark and I felt weak and miserable. I was like one of the deformed soda cans, trashy and unwanted. But as I sat there, feeling oh so bad for my self, I heard an unexpected sound. I heard a giggling filly. The sound was like a hypnotising music, making me follow it. Further and further up the stairs I walked, until I reached the top of the stairs. I had never been this high up before. At the end of the stairs was an old, worn down, white painted door. i grabbed the handle and opened the door.
On the other side of the door, was heaven, I’m sure. It was a big, spacious room with the same red painted brick walls and black and white stone floors as the rest of the school. Yet, it dawned on me, it was nothing like the rest of the school. There was no trash covering the floor, no graffiti on the walls, and in one of the big, high up windows, was a filly. Her coat was a light shade of pink and her mane a dark aqua spreading out over her back and shoulders in long, perfect waves. She had a pair of wings tightly pressed to her sides and a yellow heart with two purple wings and a blue Gloria adored her flank.
Seeing me, she leapt of the edge of the window, extending her wings and gliding down to the floor. As she landed in front of me, she folded her wings and smiled.
"Hi there. I'm Heart Throb. Who are you?" She asked, looking closely at me.
"I-I'm Babs. Babs Seed. Nice to meet you." I answered, trying my best not to stutter.
After the introduction, a tense silence filled the air between us. My mind raced, trying to find something to talk about.
"What is this place?" I asked, looking around me in the room. I the right corner was a neatly fixed bed with a nightstand next to it. Other than the table,the bed, and a latter standing close to the window, the room was creepily empty.
"It's how the school looked when it was new. This room was used as a room were students could rest or something. No one use it anymore, but I like to come here for some peace and quiet. Also the view out the window is amazing."
Heart Throb walked over to the latter and started to climb.
"You want to see it?" She asked, and the question felt like a blessing.
I nodded, quickly following her, climbing up the latter and seating myself next to her in the window. She put her hoof on the glass, and I put my hoof next to hers.
"I always dreamed of flying." I said slowly. "A seed that can fly. That'd show people."
She nodded, moving her hoof on top of mine.
"I've dreamed of it, too. My wings look pretty, but they are defect. They're too weak for anything but gliding. That's why I sit here. It give me a feeling of flying."
I didn’t answer her. I didn’t need to, because there was no answer. Nothing I said could describe what her confession had given us. Our dreams belonged together, and through them, we were connected. Her wish to fly materialized my dream of getting out of here. And this was just the begining, the begining of a friendship we never expected, and that went beoynd what eyes can see. It was inscribed in our hearts, and had been from our first heart beat. This was a new reality, and we were going to live it together. always. that promise, we made, and will keep.
This is the end of the story of a seed that can’t fly, and the start of the story of the seed finding a heart to grow in. it’s the story of how the seed realize it doesn’t need wings to become something, all it needs is the love of a understanding heart.