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// Just Another Day 
// Story: A Different Kind of Pony 
// by thatwheelchairguy 
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	That experience traumatized Bass.  Even though his parents explained they weren't mad and were happy he was finally flying didn't help the young impressionable colt.  After that he was home taught until Abi felt he'd be good to be in public school.


He sat behind his desk in the class room.  Bass was in his fifth year of school and he didn't really have any friends.  Sure, he knew all the fillies and colts in his class, and he was friendly with them but he wouldn't call any his friends.  As the teacher started talking about the history of Equestria, he took his notes, but his heart wasn't in it.  He was still off in his own world.  He felt his wing muscles tighten from being stuck to his side.  Shaking it off, Bass ruffled them.  He still did his little exercises, but only at night in his own bed now because he'd sworn off flying.  


"Bass?" he heard his name and looked around.  "Up here Bass, come back down out of the clouds."  Blood rushed to his face as he realized the teacher was talking to him.  "Yes ma'am..." the ponies around him giggled at his 'reprimand'. 


"Good, now as I was asking, what are the six elements of harmony?"


He knew this.  His parents were good friends with the six ponies back in Ponyville who had saved Equestria on many occasions.


Speaking as clearly as he could Bass recited; "Magic, Loyalty, Honesty, Generosity, Kindness, and Laughter." 

"Very good!" the teacher went off on the elements while Bass started reflecting again.  He wasn't the biggest pony in his class, or the smallest.  He was however the most muscular.  Years of working with his father on the farm during the summer would do a thing to a young Pegasus.  He even had his own yoke and row in his father’s crew and was paid part time.  He knew all the different fruits and veggies his town provided, he could use and care for all the equipment and knew how to watch the weather patrol for signs of best to water and plant for harvest.  They had approached him a few times, asking if he'd like to try learning their trade, each time Bass politely declined.  Bass still helped his mother on the weekends. Her record collection much larger, thanks to him.  He absolutely loved music.  When he worked he would carry his CD player and a few different cds in his saddlebag.


The bell signaling that school was over brought him out of his reverie.  The teacher was babbling on about the nightmare night dance as he packed his saddle bag.  As Bass pulled out his cd player and head phones, he caught a glimpse of Summer Dew, an attractive young mare with a heart as a cutie mark, looking at him.  Bass nodded, noticing her cream coat get a bit red as she turned giggling.  Bass sighed, He didn't have time for dating; besides he was still too young, right? He pushed play, his favorite cd playing as his ears were immediately assaulted by the heavy bass.  Dj Pon3, now there was a mare he wouldn't mind dancing with.


The cd ended right as Bass dropped on his bed.  He sighed realizing he still had to run some errands for his mom after school.  Looking around his room he took in his surroundings.  In the corner was the record player his mother had gotten for his sixth birthday, the box of records tucked neatly underneath.  Next to it was the desk.  There was a wrapped gift on it.  Looking at the calendar he saw it was his birthday. He smiled softly, taking the gift between his hooves he gripped the paper in his muzzle, ripping it off.  He gasped at what he saw.  It was his favorite book.  Opening the cover he saw the price tag marked over and a quick note. 


"To our little hard worker, never be afraid to spread your wings,
Love, mom and dad"


A tear rolled down his muzzle as he read it over and over, remembering that day.  He shut it and knelt to the space under the boom box in his room.  The pillow case having been upgraded to a safe now.  He put the combination in and grabbing the three boxes.  Opening the first he did a quick count.  He'd saved up a little over 500 bits since he started working.  The second box held articles from music magazines.  He admired the pictures of the white unicorn Dj and the grey earth pony cellist.  There were others but these were his favorite.  The final box he opened slowly.  On top was a family portrait, his father was right next to his mom and in her hooves wrapped up with just a tuft of white mane was a baby Bass.  Unconsciously, he ran a hoof through his mane.  During the summer he normally kept it short, but his mom insisted he let it grow out.  Under that was a picture of Bass on Rolan's neck, tiny wings spread as seagulls flew by.  The rest were letters from his friends in Ponyville and pictures with them.  

Sighing, he put the three boxes back into the safe; double checking to make sure it was locked.  After getting up, Bass stretched, unfurling his wings to their full extension.  He had an hour before his mom would be home from the book store. Leaning a bit, he hit the play button on his boom box deftly with the tip of his wing.  As the music started coming from the speakers, the young Pegasus took a second, closing his eyes as he let himself get lost in it.  After opening his eyes again he began his afternoon ritual; 50 wing presses, 50 wing pushups, and sit ups for core.  As usual, by the time Bass finished up he was tired and sweaty.  Looking over at the clock he saw that there was time to spare to grab a quick shower before anypony got home. 



A/N: So I have no clue what to call this chapter but if anyone can throw out a good idea I'd really appreciate it.
Edit: Thanks to ChillaxBrony I've manged to come up with a chapter name