This is the sequel to my story Should i Go? but you don't need to read that to read this it's just kind of jusst like a seperate story prologue.
Thanks to Camo-boy67 because your idea gave me thiss an idea for the entire story.
Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony Friendship is Magic.
Applejack was out apple bucking out in the apple fields by herself.
"Honestly," Applejack said talking to herself, "Why am I the only one that has to stay?"
She was the only pony not carrying on with her life after Ponyville. All her friends were going to college or got some important job and moved out of Ponyville but she hadn't. She decided about three months ago that she would stay home and help the Apple family try and keep Apple Acres open.
As she finished her work she headed in towards the barn to store the apples she had collected.
"Why am I the one that has to stay and help?" she repeated, "My friends all get to move on and do somethin' important with their lives but I'm stuck here forever."
She walked in silence just thinking to herself.
"Why am I talkin' like this? I should be happy for my friends. Pinkie, Twilight, and Fluttershy are in college, Rainbow Dash is in a camp for potential Wonder Bolts, and Rarity is a designer at a fashion agency," She said, "They're all doin' so well.… and I'm stuck here."
She now was a little teary eyed. She put her head down stifling back the tears.
"Why me?" she shouted demanding an answer, "I've worked and worked on this farm almost my whole life and what do I get for it? Nothing!"
She was back at the barn by now and as she was unloading her haul from the day when Applebloom came running up to her. She sucked up the tears and put a smile on to not worry her little sister.
"Applejack! Applejack! Guess what! I got my cutie mark!" she yelled hopping around with joy.
"Really? That's great. What is it?" Applejack asked having to fake the sincerity in her voice.
Applebloom turned to show her sister her cutie mark and sure enough it was there. It was a picture of a big cauldron.
"Don't you love it Applejack! It's for potion making! I was out today with Zecora helping her with one of her remedies and Zecora couldn't figure out which ingredient to use and I help her pick one and then it just appeared!" Applebloom said happily, "Can you believe it?"
This was almost too much to bear for Applejack who just about ready to explode. Now not only were her friends better off then she is now her sister would be better off then she would as well. She was happy for Applebloom but at the same time infuriated at her. She knew it wasn't Applebloom's fault but she just needed someone to blame and some time alone.
"That's great Applebloom." Was all she could muster.
With that she walked slowly into Ponyville and by the time she got there it was around 6:00. She walked past the shops and the stores reminiscing of the times that she had shared with her five friends. She walked across Rarity's old shop which now was vacant, the Cakes store where Pinkie used to live in, and Twilight's library thinking of all times she took for granted spending time with her friends. Now she didn't have any of them to even talk too.
Applejack turned around and walked back home. She entered the house and found Granny Smith sitting in her rockingchair in the middle of the room. She thought for second about talking to her and trying to vent her problems but she couldn't manage to unload all of that on Granny Smith.
Just as Applejack was walking by Granny Smith called, "Applejack?"
"Yes?" she replied.
"Applebloom says that something was botherin' you earlier today. Would you mind telling me 'bout it?" Granny Smith said invitingly.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Applejack checked hesitantly.
"Tell me." Granny Smith insisted.
"Well, all my friends have left Ponyville and now I'm the only one who hasn't moved on. I'm happy for them but I can't help be jealous that they are all more successful than me. They are all going to fancy colleges or getting once in a life time opportunities and I am still stuck here buckin' apples." She ranted.
Granny Smith stared at Applejack and it seemed like to Applejack that she was trying to read more to how Applejack was feeling than just her words.
"Well are you really that upset about workin' here on the farm?" Granny Smith asked.
"No Granny Smith it's not the fact that I'm workin' here I just can't shake the feeling that I could be doin' something more in life than just buckin' apples. I feel like I should be doin' something more important." Applejack explained.
"Well, I know that this may not be the most entertaining job or the most scholarly job in all of Equestria but I want you to know one thing. You are doing something important with your life even more important than going to college or getting a dream job. You are helping your family. Jobs and friends come and go throughout life and there is no way to stop that but the one thing that you will never lose is family. They may not be present at any given time but they will always be with you in your heart and isn't that all that matters?" Granny Smith said.
"Wow I never thought of it that way." Applejack said.
"So do you get it dear? You could not be doing anything more important because no matter what we are all family and you gave up college to help your family. I don't think it can get much better than that." Granny Smith further explained.
Applejack let all of it soak in for a few minutes and then smiled and said, "Thank you Granny Smith."
Granny Smith nodded her head as a way of saying you're welcome and Applejack went off to her room to write to Princess Celestia.
Hope you liked it and trust me this was one of my worst ideas for a chapter. (And probably the most poorly written). Personally i think they get better because i have already prewrote three of the other five that are done.
I know i need work on accents so please dont comment about that and i promise i'll try harder next time.
Each chapter will focus on a new pony and their life without their friends and the problems they deal with without them.
Feel free to comment. Thanks for reading and hope you liked it.
