Sneak Peek: "A Lost Soul in a Lonely World" Chapter 03

Hey everypony, fluttershysone here. Just wanted to give a little snippet of Chapter 03 and see what to think of it so far.

It was long night for me. When I would get comfortable enough to sleep, the images of my mom dying would fill my mind. Tossing and turning I eventually was able to get some sleep. That brief time was because I was woken up by Ms. Hooves slamming the door opening. Still a little groggy, look to see her scanning the room to see if everypony is still awake.

“Wake up, brats! It's time for school!” she barked.

I then see everypony leave their beds and line up in front of her.

Geez, what is this place? A boot camp?

Given what I've been through in the last 24 hours, school was the last place I wanted to go right now. So, I simply wrap myself with the tattered sheet and lie in my bed. Before I could drift off, I feel myself being levitated off my bed. I then look to see that it Ms. Hooves.

“And what do you think you're doing?” she hisses.

“I don't feel like going to school tod-” I start.

This was quickly cutoff by her thrusting me to the floor. I see the other foals slightly winch, as they hear me crash to the floor. While still in her magical grip, I rise to my hooves. She levitates me to where I'm looking into her eyes. Pressing her snout against mine, she says,

“Are we really going to start off the day like this, brat?” she yells.

Why does keep calling me that?

“But I-” I try to say.

This is cut short by a familiar pressure around my body. As it is lightly crushing my being, a see a sinister glare on Ms. Hooves face.

“Listening up, ya little grass stain. If all you little foals don't go to school, this orphanage doesn't get the money it needs to stay open. And that would mean all these foals would be without a home. But more importantly, I would be without a job. And we would want that, would we?”

Frankly I could care less if she didn't have a job, but I didn't want the other foal to be homeless.

“No...” I strain.

“I didn't think so,” she says, with a smug smirk.

Releasing me from her magical grip, I plop onto the floor.

“Now get in line!” she barks.

Not wanting to cause any other problems, I quickly get in line. With all of us now in line, we march down to the front door. Once the at the door, she then casts a spell over all of us.

What was that?

“Okay, no hurry up or you'll be late,” she says with a fake smile.

“Yes, Ms. Hooves,” we all say.

As we walk out of the house, she gives us each a kiss on the forehead.

“Have a wonderful day, my little angels,” she says, as a few ponies pass by the front gate.

I hear the audible 'aww' come from the passing ponies. As I see trot off in the distance I could help but chuckle.

If they only knew.

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“Crap! I'm gonna be late!” I say, dashing through Ponyville.

I had made detour to my old home to see what had became of it. I have no idea why, but I just had to see it one more time. I was shocked to find out that they had already tore it down. I was there longer than I intend to, and now I'm barreling to Ponyville to make to school on time.

I'm pretty sure there's a punishment for not getting to school on time, I say to my self. If I cut through here, I should be able to make it.

As soon as I turn the corner, I crash into an unsuspecting mare. Lying on the ground I soon regain my composure. I then look to the mare is still on her haunches.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to run into you,” I say, extending a hoof.

Accepting my gesture, the shy blue unicorn rose to her hooves.

“Oh it's okay, little one,” she says, in a melodious voice. “What's your hurry? If you don't mind asking.”

“I'm running late for school. I really am sorry,” I continue to apologize.

She then pats my head.

“Don't worry about it,” she says, with a warm smile. “Now why don't you run along now.”

“Okay, I will...” I say, before looking at her.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Her flowing black, which cascades down the left side of her face, her gentle brown eyes. Well aside from her color being a unicorn, she was the spiting image of my mother. My thoughts were interrupted by the mare voice.

“Um....something the matter, little one,” she asks, tilting her head.

So how do you like the direction it's going.