Silver woke up slowly the next morning to the sound of her com beeping softly on her bedside table. She sat up, letting the covers slide off her and letting out a soft command of "lights". The wall facing the outside slowly faded from dark to full opacity. Harsh sunlight flooded through the window, and Silver held her hoof in front of her face in a fetal attempt to protect her pale blue eyes.
She had gone to bed late that night. The email Potts had sent her had kept her up all night, and she hadn't gone to sleep until about one in the morning. She knew she had lied when she told him that she couldn't find good sources; all of the sources she found before had been conspiracy websites, which had been promptly blocked by the apartment complexes wifi. It wasn't that she hadn't found sources, it was that she didn't look. Silver didn't understand why it was important to take Psych if all she was going to do was report on the State.
The com beeped impatiently once more. Silver sighed and looked down at it. A message box had appeared on its smooth surface that read: "You have 156 new Social Media notifications". Silver felt her eyes widen in utter surprise. One hundred and fifty six new notifications?
"Time?" she barked hoarsely. She looked to the window, and on its clear face, large, digital numbers read 6:32. She gawked. In only five hours she had gotten 156 new notifications? "Show messages!" she said, scrambling out of bed and running up to the window.
Text boxes and profiles popped up over the window's surface, spreading all the way up to her tall ceiling and spreading from wall to wall. She tapped one of the messages and maximized it so she could read it comfortably. She felt tears spring to her eyes at the message.
SunnySide posted at 4:52 am EST: Who knew that SilverWish would be into such old ponies like Prof. Potts? LOL!
Silver wish backed up and shook her head. "What is this?" she whispered. There were 23 comments, and Silver tapped on them to expand them larger. The comments separated and aligned themselves and scrolled down slowly.
FoggyBanks commented at 4:53 am: What, really? Woooow! Who would have thought? She's such a weirdo! SilverWish is such a loser, I can't believe she's failing Psych!
Greensleeves commented at 4:54 am: How could she fail Psych? That's like the easiest class EVER! SunnySide, do you think Potts is like, a perv or something?
SunnySide replied at 4:55 am: Whhhooo knooooowwwss? LOL!
Pocky commented at 4:55 am: That's so weird! I've noticed that he's been calling her back a lot since that one day she wasn't paying attention!
Sprintfoot commented at 4:56 am: You mean the day she was 'reading her textbook'? That was such a LAME excuse! SilverWish is so stupid, who would fall for that?
DeadLift commented at 4:56 am: Maybe he 'punished' her? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!
Silver couldn't read anymore. She tapped the 'x' in the corner of the comment box and took a step back, putting a hoof to her mouth. She sat down on the floor and set out a feeble command of "Close messages," and leaning her back against the bed. The com gave a cheerful beep and the messages disappeared from the window, and the time still remained on the glass pane.
Silver began to cry.
She had known telling off the white filly, Sunny Side, was a bad idea. What was even worse is that was not the only post. There was still 133 more, and Silver had no intent to read them. She let herself cry for a bit, but then forced herself to get up and walk to the bathroom.
After a few minutes of straightening her hair and washing her face of its puffiness, she stood tall and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were now clear, no longer red and irritated like they were a few minutes ago. Silver bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes. She would not let this ruin her day.
Besides, she had a Psych class to get to.
Silver turned around, ordering the lights to switch off and grabbing her already packed saddlebag. Silver trotted to the door and opened it with a newfound confidence. So what if they thought she was a loser? Silver continued to trot, but not with the same confidence and perk as she usually did every morning. Silver paused at Sunny Side's door and inspected the potted sun roses that she held so proudly in front of her door. She stuck her nose in the air and positioned herself so her rear was aimed at the plants.
With one smooth motion, she leaned on her front legs, balancing on them oh so carefully and kicking back with all her might. Her hooves connected with the pot, and it went flying against her white metal door, crashing with the satisfying sound of plastic and metal meeting. Silver tossed her hair our of her eyes and landed with a soft oof.
The pot didn't break, and neither did her prized roses, but her roses were diminished a few rungs. Smirking to herself, she reached over and took the biggest and fullest rose and bit it off at the stem, pulling back and chewing it with relish that she didn't really feel.
Coughing slightly, she turned around and trotted away, still chewing on her newfound breakfast.