Her finger run through the spines of the notebooks that rest upon the bookshelf in her room. She grab the purple notebook with a drawn picture of the purple alicorn's cutie mark in black marker and lay her back on her bed, reading the history of how she discovered the world of ponies with the help of the purple alicorn. The notebook was not only filled with writing, but also with simple doodles and sometimes the occasional sticker or two to make them more colorful.
Besides singing, writing was one of Hope's favorite things to do.
The pink and white monkey let out a sad sigh, placing the notebook on the nightstand next to her bed. Her pink eyes went up to the ceiling, but then her eyes look at her pure white bookshelf.
The bookshelf was mostly filled with notebooks she wrote in, all of them were those composition notebooks, not notebooks with three holes punched in and/or the spiral wire spine. She just plainly hated those kind of notebooks.
Hope could remember for most of her childhood. Whenever she have the time, she would write in a notebook until every page of it is written. She usually finds it sad that she have a lot of time to write by herself or to watch anime whenever her mother isn't around to play with her, but got over it quickly. She remembered she have something she likes to call the 'writing phases', which are just little phases she usually likes to write about, like during her gaming years, she used to write down stuff and information about the games she played and sometimes the games she doesn't play. She actually loves to write that much.
I wonder if I'll meet anymore beings out of this world, or at least out of the Hidden Kingdom. I think it should be more exciting around here. This war is actually boring to me. I don't think no one have ever thought that a war is boring. Hope thought. But maybe that's for another time.
She glanced at the picture of First Squad that rest on her nightstand on the other side of her bed. The pink and white monkey blinked, trying to think of something until a sudden thought came to her.
They are my friends, yet I don't really know them that much. The only one I have a pretty good friendship with is Apetrully, and he's the only one who visits me at my tree house! I wonder if they, or anyone else at Big Green, really wants to be my friend, or just pretending to my friend because they feel sorry for me. I'm so confuse now! Hope thought with a small frown.
Hope pick up the notebook, and let her finger trace the cover's picture. She let out a sad sigh, wondering if they actually want to be her friends. Slowly, she close her pink eyes, worrying about herself and what's in store for her future.