Tuesday
May 23rd
78 PD
Dismith
Equestria
Beep! Beep! Beep Beep! Bee- click!
My hand automatically flew across my bed to hit my alarm clock, and stop its infernal beeping.
"Uggh, flershnerfarmagurr," I mumbled unintelligibly.
Everything and everyone is terrible and I hate everything and everyone…
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…seven o'clock…
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…cereal sounds good right about now…
Those were my thoughts as I slowly and aimlessly rolled off of my bed. I fell onto the wood floor with a loud thud, not caring about the impact. I lay on the floor in a small amount of pain, pondering how long I should lie there until I went to take a shower. I stared at the ceiling, a small amount of morning light shining into my room, the sun just barely poking his head over the horizon. I listened intently, hoping to hear signs of other life moving around.
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…nothing.
I picked myself up off of the floor, and turned to face my dresser, opposite my bed. I shuffled over to it, and opened the top drawer of the three-drawered dresser.
…top, pants, shoes are at the door…
I took the clothes I had picked out, and went outside to the hall. Silently moving down it, I made my way to one of the two bathrooms. Quickly checking to make sure that no one was in it, I went inside, and dropped my clothes. I removed my pajamas, and started the shower, then stepped in. Quickly washing myself all over, I made sure to spend extra time on my black hair. I had a sort of weird, quirky thing in my head that made me spend extra time taking care of my hair. Rinse, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse. That was the way I did it, as I'm sure most people do. Though some people did do it this way, I made sure to be extra thorough with the shampoo, and extra gentle with the conditioner. This way, my hair was extra soft, and also had considerable sheen to it.
…rambling on about my hair. Nice one, Daniel…
I finished up in the shower, and got out to change into my clothes for the day. A solid red shirt depicting an apple tree, black sweats, and a simple pair of grey sneakers, which weren't with me, yet I mention them nonetheless. Nothing extravagant, though I really did like the apple tree, and apples in general. I made my way back to my room to make my bed.
The grey quilt I was sleeping under was balled up in a mess from my sliding off of the bed. I only slept with the quilt, and no sheet, so it wasn't hard to make my bed up for later. After making sure everything was neat, I walked over to the door to my room, and exited, leaving my door open behind me. No one ever had a need to go into my room, so leaving it open wasn't a problem, thankfully. I shuffled over to the stairs, and made my way down. Stepping directly into the kitchen, I decided to go over my options for breakfast.
…definitely cereal…
"Hmmmmm," I thought aloud, while looking through the cereal cabinet.
"Pony-O's, Golden Stalks, Honey Clusters, Hay Hoops, which are a cleverly named yet poorly advertised copy of Pony-O's," I spoke to myself. Over my life, which was spent mostly in the comfort of my own thoughts and voice, I had developed a habit of talking to myself. Not like back and forth, just generally talking to the air. It was fun to watch ponies look at you like you were insane. Really, more sad once you think about it.
Having decided on Pony-O's, I grabbed the box, the milk out of the fridge, and a bowl out of another cabinet. I sat down with all three items, and poured myself the cereal. While I was eating, I could hear other people moving around above me, slowly waking up. I looked to the clock.
Seven twenty two… hmm, about time…
My usual time to be out the door by was about seven thirty, give or take an extra bowl of cereal or two. This gave me plenty of time to take an early morning walk around the town, see if anyone else was up, and just get some fresh air. It was always so peaceful out, so I always loved to be out of doors. I finished my cereal, and decided against a second bowl. I put the cereal back, quickly washed the bowl, and put the milk away. Going over to the front door, I saw all of the human shoes lined up neatly at the door. Harvest Candy always preferred to keep everything around here neat, and we listened. I picked up my shoes and slipped them on, and looked back to the room I was in. A few couches, then the kitchen behind them, which contained the stairs to go up a floor. Off to the left of the door was a large open area, with Harvest Candy's room behind it. It wasn't much, but it was home…
"…here at the Dismith orphanage…" I said to myself.
The town of Dismith was a very… very…
Quaint? That sounds about right…
As I made my way down the main street, thoughts about the day entered my head. As much as society expects someone young to dread school, I actually enjoyed it, and often looked forward to it. Today especially, as our teacher, Mr. Slate, was going to be giving a lecture today on the history of Equestria, and how we found our roots after the defeat of Discord. I was exceptionally excited to hear about this, as I had always wanted to know more about Discord, but could only turn to textbooks and old library records. Now, even though these were often, if not always more accurate and reliable than a scholar, there was something nostalgic, and even thrilling about hearing about what you have already learned from a scholar. This, coupled with the fact that it was the only semi-challenging lesson I have had in a while, I looked forward to it.
Today, room four, nine o'clock…
My walk did not lead me anywhere eventful, and I instead found myself at my school, the Dismith High School. Deciding that I had nothing better to do, I went inside and found myself at the main office. Two halls stretched in either direction, as the school was basically a giant hallway. Each side had five rooms, as the school only educated grades nine to twelve, anyone lower went to the elementary which was across the street and dealt with grades one to eight.
I looked to the clock on the wall, and saw the time of eight seventeen. People would be arriving soon enough, so I decided to go to room four, and wait. I went down the left hall, and entered the second door from the office, room four. As I entered, I heard a familiar voice call out.
"Daniel! What brings you here so early?" Mr. Slate asked looking to the clock, as I did the same.
Eight nineteen…
"A lack of activity," I responded with a warm smile.
"Well, I hope you are excited for the presentation today, it will last about an hour and a half, maybe longer depending on questions," he told me, to my delight.
An hour and a half of history…
To most kids, this would sound awful, but to me, this was amazing. I would finally get to learn about the elusive princesses, Discord, and all of the past wars troubles. Quite interesting if you asked me.
I heard footsteps behind me, as I turned around to see the person. And there, the bane of my life, the reason I feel pain, and my very best friend… Austin…
"Hey Daniel! Hi Mr. Slat- WOAH!"
Austin proceeded to trip over a table leg as he ran into the room. He fell, tried to catch himself on a chair, and flipped the chair he was trying to save himself with, which flew up and towards me. I felt the pain of a chair connecting with my face, and only had one thought as this all happened.
Yep, that's my friend Austin alright…
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…fucks sake…