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Just a Normal Day

by Lil Penpusher

Chapter 1: The Early Morning Hours

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A loud beeping noise interrupted the silence in Spitfire’s home. A staccato ritual — three loud, high pitched beeps — followed by five seconds of silence. The disturbance continued for about half a minute. It finally stopped when Spitfire disabled it at its source, the alarm clock that sat on her bedside table.

A long, loud yawn followed as Spitfire sat up in her bed, stretching both her hooves and wings. ”Morning already?” she asked herself as she jumped out of her bed. She put on her favourite Wonderbolt slippers that stood by her bed and slowly but steadily marched out of the room.

The tired Wonderbolt Captain rubbed her sleepy eyes as she walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, passing by many different photographs that hung on the wall. Some showed her and her family —one even held a vision of her grandma that she barely knew due to her premature death— although most showed her and the Wonderbolts. She felt proud. To her, the images showing her and her team were just as valuable as those of her actual family. In a way, she thought, the Wonderbolts were her family. She was responsible for them, cared for them, even feared for them when times got tough. But they had done it all, through thick and thin, they had remained united and strong.

A soft groan escaped Spitfire’s mouth as she reached for the door handle, accidentally missing it due to her sleepy vision. After rubbing her eyes once again though, her second attempt was more successful.

The bathroom of hers wasn’t particularly luxurious; not that any part of her home was particularly ostentatious, but it was more than enough for what Spitfire needed. The mare looked over to her right where the shower stood, slowly walking towards it after closing the door behind her. She gently pulled off her slippers and put them beneath the towel rail, which held two medium-sized towels, one yellow and one orange-coloured. Spitfire reached for the yellow one and quickly, though quite orderly unfolded it and laid it down next to the shower. A few months back, water had started leaking through a small hole in the shower screen, and she had yet to have the time, or motivation to fix it. Instead, she had gotten used to the problem, preparing two instead of one towel for her shower: one for the ground, in order not to slip when she stepped on the wet ground, and one for, well, herself. It had become natural for her over these past couple of months.

The yellow-coated mare stepped into the relatively small, constrictive shower and closed the screen behind her, knowing that, as usual, it would start leaking a small bit. She stroked her mane once before the water poured down on her. The lukewarm liquid finally woke her up from the half-asleep state that she had been in. For about a minute she stood there, idle, as she let the refreshing water pour through her mane and down her body. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath. Her mind drifted off to what was ahead – her daily routine and training session at Wonderbolt Headquarters. She smiled at the thought. She truly did love her job, even when it was sometimes frustrating, annoying or even dangerous. It was just what she wanted, and nothing else could or would ever satisfy her the same way.

She opened her eyes and reached for her shampoo, briefly turning the water off as she mixed the shampoo into her mane. Spitfire had never really been into long, fancy manes; fashion wasn’t her thing at all, but she was truly thankful for having a relatively short mane that was quick and easy to handle.

The yellow-coated mare put the shampoo back into its place and turned on the water once more. She stroked her soaked mane as the water ran through it. She looked down just in time to see the white foam of the shampoo whirl down the drain.

The water stopped as Spitfire gave out a short, light-hearted sigh. She opened the shower screen and stepped outside, onto the yellow towel which, just as usual, was largely soaked with water now. She once again reached over to the towel rail and grabbed the orange towel this time. After trivially drying most of her body, she put the towel back onto the rail, which followed the other, yellow one.

The mare then turned and walked over to the sink, briefly looking into the mirror that hung over it. Once again, she lifted her right hoof, grabbing the hair dryer that laid on the edge of the small sink. She pressed the button and proceeded to dry her mane, followed by her tail. Once again, she was glad to have a reasonably long mane so it didn’t take forever.


About ten minutes later, Spitfire sat in her kitchen, eating a cheese sandwich while listening to the radio which stood on the dining table. Next to her plate stood her favourite coffee mug, which had “Best Captain Ever” printed on it in bright yellow print. It was a present the other Wonderbolts had made for her to celebrate her birthday four years ago. She loved it straight away.

Spitfire used to be freaked out by the complete silence that would fill the room during breakfast, so she quickly bought herself a brand new radio which she could not only use to break the silence but also to listen to some of her favourite songs. Unfortunately, as she quickly realised, her home didn’t have a great reception, and so she only had one channel to choose from, which, to her dismay, was a rock channel. It annoyed her greatly at first – so much, in fact, that she’d often turn the radio off completely, but later, she learned that the silence was more terrifying than rock. The only thing that sucked about it was that she often kept hearing it when attending the newbies at Wonderbolt Academy, who would consistently listen to their ‘jam’ the entire day, save for training sessions.

As the song on the radio ended, Spitfire stood up and picked up her plate and coffee mug. She opened the dishwasher and raised her mug to her mouth one last time, taking a big final sip. She quickly put both her dirty plate and mug, into the dishwasher and shut it again. She once again turned towards the dining table as the speaker on the radio was announcing an upcoming concert in Cloudsdale Stadium.

Spitfire turned off the radio and walked out of the kitchen. She took her warm, comfy brown jacket off of the coat hook next the front door. Like any Wonderbolt, she, too, had one of these. Her cutie mark was sewn onto it, just like her nickname. The pegasus did not waste any more time and pulled on the jacket. As usual, it was a perfect fit; trusty and comfortable.

Spitfire took a small breath as she opened the door, taking in the early morning breeze as she stepped outside. She shut the door and locked it, storing her keys in one of the pockets of her jacket. The Captain unfolded her wings and swiftly catapulted herself into the sky.

At long last, after all the same - old mundane morning routine, the fun was about to commence. Wonderbolt HQ was near.

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