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Before I start, the characters and ideas based in this story are the humanized representation of My Little Pony and belong to Geotastic. Thank you and please enjoy.
-Picture drawn by Geotastic.
“Why does time move so slow during these things?” Twilight thought to herself as she waited in a grand hall. “And what could be so important that I had to be called back to Canterlot?” The sound of her pacing echoed off the white walls surrounding her. Eventually Twilight sat down, legs tired from the wait. Just as, she heard the sound of a closing door fallowed by the tapping of high heels walking through the room.
“Twilight! It’s so good to see you again.” Princess Cadence said as she grabbed on to both of Twilights hands. Twilight rose to her feet.
“Princess Cadence!” They both giggled and sang,
“Sunshine, sunshine. Lady bugs awake. Clap your hands and do
Happiness is...?Elizabeth woke with her start as her alarm clattered through her dreams, shattering her sleep. She groaned.
"Just one more week then School will be over for good." She muttered as she dragged herself out of bed and got dressed into her school uniform. She hated school, well she hated exams and the pressure that was on her to do well by her Mom.
Her room was fairly plain for a teenager, a couple of shelves of books, her laptop on her desk, clothes strewn around the place, and a few music posters on the wall. Elizabeth stared into the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair, hazel eyes stared back at her as she concentrated on pulling her hair into a neat ponytail. She was a slim average sized 18 year old girl, although puberty had not been unkind and as a result her chest was more than ample. She glared at her reflection as she heard her Mom yell from the bottom of the stairs.
"Elizabeth breakfast is going cold and yo
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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