I purred quietly as warm water rained down my back, giving my wings a wonderful massage that was well deserved for their hard work every day. I flexed them out while I turned up the heat of the shower and began preening them for any damaged that may have happened. I gently moaned with delight as I nibble around each feather, searching for anything out of the ordinary. When I did find a bad feather, I expertly plucked it out, causing me sigh in blissful content each time.

“Ahh~” I moaned a bit louder than normal after I nipped a rather sensitive part of my wing, before I moved on to the next one, repeating the process with joy, loving my morning showers.

*Knock, knock, knock!*

‘Son of a bitch.’

“What the hell is taking you so long! I need to use the bathroom!” screamed a filly that could only be Summer. I sighed after I finished my weekly preening was done and interrupted. “Five more minutes!” I shouted back. I heard a slight groan that was followed by the sound of muted hooves walking away. I groaned in annoyance and turned off the silver tap and grabbed a towel off of the rack. I quickly dried off and checked myself in the mirror in case I missed something.

I was happy that all the blood stained feathers were finally cleaned out after a month of having them. I was going to miss the red tint at the tips of my wings. They gave me a cool look that matched my mane, but, alas, it had to go. It was surprising at how hot I was, even though I was a pony now and not a human. Though, that in of itself was also surprising.

Most people would be absolutely put off at even the thought of finding attraction in a different species. Thank the maker I was an anime fan and was thrown into a position that forced me to adapt or die. If I wasn't already into the weird shit that anime had in abundance, then I would most likely be dead...Or a hermit living in the Everfree terrified of my pussy. Then again, I missed the convenience that was my dick. I only got to use the eight-inch rod of awesome once, and that was at the ripe old age of a fourteen with the twins. I shuddered at the thought, remembering how that went. That incident alone made me like my anus a lot more than I should. I didn't know a guy could get off that way and that was terrifying.

“Hurry up, I have to go!” whined a filly that sounded like she was going to wet herself. I yawned and walked out the door with my towel over my shoulders and was almost ran over by a filly named Summer. I had the briefest thought of having her use me as her bathroom while we shared a shower together, but that wouldn't happen and I knew she wasn't into fillies for how much she talks to a colt that goes to her club.

I sighed again, angry at Lockheart for getting me into watersports and disappointed that my growing feelings for Summer, won't be answered.

I walked into my room and closed the door. I looked at my alarm clock to check the time and was happy that I had a few hours before it was time to clock out for the night. I sat at my desk, which had a shelf over it against the wall with all the textbooks I needed for the year. On the right corner of the desk sat the picture of me and Spitfire in her study. I cracked a smile at it and turned away to pull out my personal diary that I expertly disguised as a math textbook. I turned to a blank page and pulled out my Rune Theory 101 textbook to work on my wing blades.

I quickly wrote down all the Runes that I would need to make my project work and took that page out to use for later. After I put the textbook back, I thought about what I should write in my diary this time. I knew better to write down about me being a human. I knew what would happen to me if the Black-Ops found out. Since I liked living, I mostly wrote about my ideas for inventions, the ponies on my murder list, my favorite positions in bed and the odd thought of what happened in the day that makes me want to scream and murder everything.

I wondered if anyone would read it, I know I won't. When this book gets full, I was going to throw it into a fire, never to see it again. With that thought in mind, I figured I would write down everything that I don't want Spitfire knowing. I know that knowledge wasn't safe with the Princesses as they already knew everything about me. At least, I could use this book to vent all the things that went wrong in my life before I moved in with Spitfire. All my pain and misery that lead up to being homeless, trying to survive on the streets and stupid things that made me want to kill myself...Like the twin incident. I yawned and looked at the time before I began to write, but what should I write first?

‘I know!’ I thought with a scowl. ‘I will write about how much I hate Christmas.’

Dear Diary.

Today was uneventful aside from class. Summer and I were still chained for two more weeks and I have been seeing Blue and the others less and less every day, except for Summer. I was stuck to her like a dog tick and she was the tick. Aside from that, my materials arrived at the club room today. Tomorrow I was going to begin my project, which was nice since I had nothing better to do other than listen to Summer talk and talk about this colt she met in her fashion club.

Which kinda makes me feel like dirt on the inside. Not sure why, but I do. Aside from boring shit that my author doesn't want to bore his readers with. I got a letter from Spitfire!

That dirt feeling vanished after reading how much she missed me and other mushy stuff. I practically tear up when she said that she loved me and missed me. She never said those words to my face, but I know she wanted to. Anyways, other than the letter that made my day. I was kinda miffed that Summer wasn't trying to put me down anymore. I somewhat liked it when she got all pouty and mad when I mocked her that she wasn't a Princess like she said she was… She is looking at me with an unapproved stare. I should put this down now. There is nothing else to write about other than how boring Tuesday is.

P.s. If that colt wants to go out with Summer. He has to go through me.

I yawned as it was time to clock in for the night. Summer was already on my bed for some reason, even though we didn't have to share one anymore. I could only guess what possible reasons there were for Summer to use me as a teddy bear ever night, even though she denies it every morning. 'Was it because she thought it bothered me? Or was It because she was scared of the dark?' Those questions might never be answered and I didn't care.

I jumped onto my bed and turned off the lights with my airkinesis before I curled up under the covers on my side, even though it was utterly pointless as Summer would just latch on to me like a cute leech. I would have enjoyed it more if she didn't hate me so much, but one could only hope. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt a hoof poke my back followed by my name being whispered. I groaned in annoyance and answered her call.

“What Summer,” I yawned as I got into a better position.

“Can I ask you a question?” she whispered meekly and effectively throwing me off. I sighed and rolled over to talk face to face. “Shoot,” I said, causing her to blink in astonishment.

“Well, I was wondering if you knew how to tell if a pony l-likes you or not?” she stutter-blushed and causing my heart to race for some fucking reason. I made the quick decision to play it safe so I don't kill someone later. “Why come to me? Lockheart would know what to do with this kind of thing,” I said, dodging the question like a boss. “I did ask her, but she gave me a stupid answer. So I thought I would ask you since you won't beat around the bush.”

‘Damn it.’

“Oh, well, what did she say?” I asked sheepishly, hoping to God that I could get out of this situation. She huffed and scrunched up her face in that cute pout she always did.

“She said to 'follow your heart since it knows best,' or something,” She said.

“Of course, she did,” I face hoofed, wondering why things can't go my way. “Anything else?”

“No, not really. So do you know how to tell if some pony likes you?” she asked again. I sighed in defeat, and made a quick response to her question from my own experience with my old friends and helping them out with girls and boys, even though I couldn't land one myself when they could. “Well, for starters, who are you asking about?”

She blushed and looked away from me. “T-This pony i-is an amazing s-singer and is fun to be around. T-This p-pony makes me feel so safe to be around, even though I can take care of myself. W-Why d-do y-y-you ask?” she stuttered while her face went so red, that she was practically radiating with heat as she petted her mane sheepishly.

“So that I can have an idea what we are dealing with,” I said, wanting a cup of coffee. “What does this pony do that makes you think that they like you?”

“Ah...This p-pony likes to tease m-me,” she answered. I sighed internally as that was typical boy behavior for liking a girl. The fact that she feels safe around this person means that he must be rather strong, however, the only colt that I know of that's a good singer is Jade Alto, the colt from the fashion club.

‘Why am I not surprised,’ I groaned internally again. He was the only one that made sense and here I was hoping that she was talking about me but in secret. I might as well help her out since I never had a chance even if I tried.

“Well, my advice to you is to tell them that you are interested and want to go out. If said person was giving you false signals, and friend zones you, then come talk to me. Okay?” I said before I turned around, slowly dying on the inside. I didn't hear her say a word after that as I quietly cried into my pillow with my heart feeling like it was stabbed. ‘Why did I think that I would have a chance? Why the fuck did I decide to see if I was comfortable going out with her? Everyone else that I considered gave me a bad itch that told me it wouldn't work out, but I didn't have that with Summer and now? Now I say fuck it! Why...Why is it that everyone else gets the girl while I don't? It’s not fair.’

‘Sure she was a pain in the ass in the beginning, but I got over that. I knew that she hates me, she made that abundantly clear with the way she belittles me every day. Yet, I wanted to know what it would be like to hear her compliment me or just be friends. Why the fuck did I do this to myself? I know I liked pain, but of the body not of the heart. I…I can't wait to get rid of this chain. The sooner it's off, the sooner I can forget this even happened.’

Boredom sucks, especially at the worst of times. It's like a cracker without salt, bland and makes your mouth dry. Trying to fight boredom is like trying to fight a wall. You can hit all you want but in the end. You punched a wall like an idiot, what are you, insane? That was my battle as I waited in the battlefield that was, History Class. I sat at the back of the room by the window, looking outside for something to relieve the boredom.

I watched birds fly, counted the number of ponies ditching class, and thought it would be fun to count blades of grass. That last one just made me more bored after I counted past a thousand, effectively giving me some sort of brain damage. I don't know what it was that made this class so boring. I had a thought that it was the history itself at first as Equestria was fairly peaceful for most of its history. There was no war other than the Nightmare rebellion that happened a thousand years ago. There was no great disaster, nor a great depression. The only places with that kind of history were in every single country, but Equis, and we don't get to learn about that until next year.

The history wasn't the problem as a lot of it was interesting, it was the teacher that made it so boring. The stallion at the front of a fifty student class was the problem. He spoke in such a slow, nasal, monotonous voice that he had effectively knocked out a few ponies in just five minutes. The only reason I wasn't asleep was because I was sitting next to Lockheart and since we were at the back of the class behind a desk that hid our legs. She was bouncing up and down on a portable to pass the time.

‘I swear she will go to prison one of these days! And since when she was an exhibitionist? Whatever, don't worry about it and think of something else,’ I thought, but it was too late as I saw a note plop down in front of me. I looked around the room, begging that it wasn't Lockheart that gave it to me. I opened it up while the teacher was looking and read its contents.

Dear Winter Rose.

‘Oh thank God it's not Ruby's hoofwriting,’ I sighed with relief and continued to read.

Even though many may fear you. I don't.
I find that your scars and miss colored eyes to be beautiful.
When others find it strange.

‘Wait a minute...This is a love letter! I got a love letter! Me! A love letter!’ I squeaked with delight as my luck was beginning to turn. I continued to read it with hopeful glee.

Your voice is like liquid silk that a siren could only dream of having.
Your mane is as breathtaking as the evening dusk.
And your wings is as beautiful as your enchanting smile.

I wish I could be yours to take me into the heavens in your embrace.
I wish you could be mine to give you warmth on the cold earth.
If you would have me.

-Jade Alto.

‘Oh my god it's so cheesy and romantic and...Wait…’ I looked back at the note after my mini freak out and reread the name at the bottom. I froze in horror at the name. Not only was it from a colt which I was going to have to decline, but it was Summers crush too! Holy fuck she was going to be devastated that her crush was going for me and if she followed my advice then she will hate me even more!

I got to turn him down before, no. After I tell Summer first. I know how that will play out and my life was miserable enough as it is. I crumbled up the note and buried it at the bottom of my saddlebag just as the bell rang for lunch. I made it my mission to tell Summer, and no one was going to stop me!