a first journal entry

[partyhardpony]

[ Her handwriting is round and and almost childish, spattered with tiny inkdrops where she flicks her quill too quickly at the end of each letter. It meanders across the page, diagonally and occasionally horizontally, ignoring the lines altogether

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[toothballs]

I'm excited! And I'll be your friend!

[toothballs]

...but I'm not in class right now, so I guess I'm fired, huh?

[partyhardpony]

No, silly, I'm not your boss. We can be friends anyway, don't you worry about that!!!

[toothballs]

Okay! I need more friends who bake pies and lose homework and make homework pies!

[butteredroses]

[[ Prim was actually very enraptured in that story, thank you very much! ]]

...then what happened?

[partyhardpony]

[and Pinkie's only too happy to continue]

Well, obviously, I couldn't just let him float away like that!!! So I followed him halfway across the school before he went through a ceiling and I couldn't find the stairs in time.

[butteredroses]

Oh, that's too bad. I hope you find out what your homework is, soon!

[partyhardpony]

Me too! I think we were supposed to write an essay about a book. Or a book about an essay!

[lovelycassie]

Oh wow, Pinkie. I don't know if ghosts really care about airplanes. Next time try a swan.

[partyhardpony]

But I don't know how to make swans! Do you know how to make swans? 'caus if you do you should teach me how to make swans because if I know how to make swans I can get the ghost's attention because ghosts like swans.

Or so I hear.

[lovelycassie]

Swans? I'm not sure. Maybe I can make cranes? We should experiment, yeah?

[partyhardpony]

Are cranes like swans? They're kinda like the same shape, yknow, I bet we could trick a ghost into thinking a crane is a swan.