December 7- Painted Pencil

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I stretched vigourously as i awoke in my bed. i yawned and cringed when i realized i had a terrible head ace. looking around the room i saw nothing to be aware of and rose up. the cold air filled me when i whipped the covers off of me.

        "Jeez, its the middle of winter and its freezing in here....the heat should be on." i took a look at the thermestat. "sixty-nine degrees....that's not too bad." but i turned it up anyways until my hooves would warm up.

        going down the stairs with another yawn, i almost tripped due to my laziness. i went over to the counter and opened up a new box of AppleJacks and began to pour them into a bowl. as i continued i took a look down at my broken hoof. in two days i'll get this darn thing off and i can run again....and not need to fly everywhere.

        i ate every last bit of cereal and drank the milk. i set the bowl in the sink and went up to my room again to work on my painting.

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        "peeeeenciilll...." i heard.

        "i don't know blue....maybe she got hurt and became unconsious." i heard another. the voices were soft and muffled i could barley hear them.

        "Well let's find out...." i heard movement and hooves rumaging through something. my eyes fluttered open and i began to rise up.

        "This should do the trick...." i pulled the covers off my head. infront of me stood Blue Heart and Peace Trotter staring at me. Peace had a frying pan raised, prepared to swing it. she then pointed it at me and pretended to be scared as she still stared straight at me. "Be careful.....it could be hostile." she poked me with the frying pan. i pretended to be a wiled beast and growled at her. i grinned and we all giggled. we calmed down and i looked to the side to see the painting i was working on.

        "Oh.......sweet celetia......what happened!?!?" i shreaked as i gazed at my painting. a large smudge fell right down the middle of the art work.

        "well...when we came here we saw you were asleep on your painting and it was still wet. sorry about what happened." said Blue heart. i frowned and looked at the painting again.

        "i...it's okay. but i'll have to work even harder to fix that smudge. i'll be working all day!" i complained. there was a sudden knock on the door.

        "comi-" it opened and sturdy hoof waltzed in.

        "Heeeeeeey pencil.....what's up?" he asked while he greeted me with a hug.

        "Nothing much....got my painting jacked up though.." i turned back to my paint studio. sturdy hoof turned to blue heart.

        "I've got a present for you, blue." he smugged. he motioned to the door and in walked Atari. Blue blushed and her eyes got wide. she whipped over to him and pulled him to a corner. i could hear faint whispers.

        "what are you doing here......get your flank our of here!" she whispered.

        "But-" Atari couldn't finish because Blue heart was already shoving him out the door. she slamemd the door shut and stood in front of it with a small smile.

        "Time for a little mystery work..."

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