Party Time for the Loser
I looked at myself in the mirror. My glasses were smudged and my lazy, olive green eyes looked even more sad than usual. My short, messy mane was a bird's nest.
"Don't I look spiffy," I mumbled sarcastically.
I had been invited to the annual Haunted Treats Feast by that crazy pony Pinkie Pie, held in her cafe`. I wasn't a big party-er, but I decided since somepony invited me, I might as well give it a try. It wasn't often that anypony wanted me to be at their party, so in a way, I was kind of glad. Maybe I wasn't such a loser after all. The only problem was, none of my friends were going to be there. At least, not that I knew of. I'm not saying I have many friends. Actually, I'm not much of a people person. At all. Pretty ironic, huh? Oh well. I guess I'd just have to deal with it for the night. It was a Halloween party, after all. Everypony loves Halloween. I got word that Pinkie's Halloween parties were the bomb, too, so why not?
I got finished "getting ready" as some might call it, and headed out the door. It was a bit chilly, so I prepared myself by putting on my favorite fuzzy jacket. For the record, I had not dressed appropriately for the occasion simply because Halloween costumes were just not something I did. On my way to the cafe`, I noticed many ponies were galloping about, putting little decorations here and there.
"Wow," I breathed. "It's such a pretty night."
I immediately felt dorky for saying something so cliche`, but it was true. As strange as the words sounded exitting my mouth, they were perfect for the occasion. Maybe tonight would be fun. I could pretend I was normal for just one night. A pretty good deal, yeah? I spread my wings and flitted off. Tonight, I attend the feast.