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Dollar-Nine Get a Bottle of Wine
09/15/11(Thu)16:03 No.29691423>>29690819
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Ruby winced at that. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Diamond Tiara stifling a laugh. Ruby shook her head, trying to put on a smile as the music teacher raised her hoof to signal the beginning of the first song. She sang along with the rest of the foals without thinking, as if she wasn't standing on a stage singing slightly off key but instead somewhere far away, somepony far different, somepony who would go home that night and eat a nice dinner and play around a bit before bed without having to step over bottles or worry about the trash overflowing from the can or thinking up the next excuse for why she was late for school the next morning that didn't involve dragging a hung-over mare to work.
When the show ended and the foals could go home, she slipped out quietly, an art she perfected to avoid the throngs of other parents talking excitedly with their foals, congratulating them, saying how much the liked the show. She walked back home silently and pushed open the door. She wasn't surprised at what greeted her; a berry-red mare sprawled on the couch, snoozing, with bottles sprawled all about her and one half empty still against her hoof.
Ruby shut the door, and almost felt like screaming, but she knew that wouldn't get her anywhere. She sighed, and moved the bottles to the trash. She considered waking up her mother, with her sloppy mane and breath reeking of booze, but figured it wasn't worth the effort. She went to the kitchen to grab whatever was in the fridge she could use for dinner--two carrots, that'd do--and walked to her room. Ruby collapsed onto her bed and stared out the window. There was no anger, no tears, just a surreal, disembodied feeling, and the familiar wish to be anyone but Ruby. |
