It's a cloudy day outside. Looks like it might rain. I don't mind, in fact, I like rain. It calms me. I walk down to my alley, get as comfortable as I can be, which isn't that comfortable. I use my magic to pull the blanket over me. It's poorly made. I tried my best, though. My best apparently isn't enough, as my teachers say. I got used to the cold nights, the dogs barking, the bugs crawling, the rain pouring, all the norm in this alley. I called this certain alley my hell of a home. This is the best it gets. I'm still in the middle of my first semester, that's all I can afford after all. That's also why I can't get a house. How great would it be to feel warm and comfortable in my bed, instead of on the concrete using rocks as a pillow. I often get scrapes on my head from my tossing and turning on the rocks. I eat the leaves off of the trees, sure they don't taste good, but they're free. If I'm lucky, I can find a delicious insect to munch on. This is my life.
My parents left me and took most of my money. Some parents, huh? Yeah, they're not the best. They let me live happily till 18 years old. That was my time to move out. They left a few hundred dollars in my pocket (metaphorically, of course). I spent this money on college. Smart choice, right? Well, now I can't afford a home. I wish there was a way to undo everything, but my magic limits that. I'm still learning a few things about magic in college. I get a few Bs and Cs every once in a while, mostly in the sizing objects sections. I can do much simpler things though like levitating objects, but I have yet been able to levitate myself.
In case you haven't figured out yet, I'm broke. I'm bruised. I'm bumped. I'm battered. I'm blasted. I'm still breathing. I'm Brownie. Brownie Fudge. Great name, hmm? Well, my parents were apparently selfish and not creative.
I lay my head down on the hard rocks, poking at the back of my mane, head, and neck. The itchy and dry blanket lay on my body as I sleep. Or at least I attempt to sleep. I feel drops on my face. Rain. Calm, soothing rain to help me sleep. I thank Celestia. Or the pegasi, considering they control the weather. I slept somewhat peacefully that night.
I wake up. The position of the sun suggests it's about 5:00 A.M., the usual time I wake up. I stretch and make a cracking sound. Your back on the concrete wouldn't exactly be your choice of night residence. I can feel the cold morning wind go through my mane, swooshing the short hair to the side. I grab my things, my books, my pencils, my lunch, my everything. I levitate it inside my saddle bag and trot to school. One would say it's early, I would say there's no such thing. "You can never be too early," my mother said when she was in her generous years.
I feel as if today, something good will happen. This was normal. I think something good happens, next thing I know, I'm covered in mud. Someone comes towards me, I hope they want to be friends with me, they push me down on the ground. There's something else I don't have. Friends. I got used to the lack of company, other than the constant bullying that I face everyday.
It was a normal day at school. Learned new things, Equestrian history, new spells, the normal things you learn. I had a test the next day, so I studied hard. This wasn't just a normal test, this would be 14% of my entire grade this semester. My heart pounded as I went home. I forgot most of the things, I have a pretty short memory.
"What's wrong, nerd, scared you'll fail?" one of the bullies said. The others laughed. I can tell where they get the nerd part from. I have messed up teeth due to my lack of a toothbrush and toothpaste. This makes me very unattractive. I also have half-broken glasses, and I can't afford to fix them. I have freckles from the large amount of time I spend outside. It's not my choice. I would stay inside all day if I could find a house. I always cover up my flank with an orange lab coat. Yeah, that's right.
I don't have a cutie mark.
The only one in the school who does not have a cutie mark, and doesn't know what their true meaning in life is. Maybe I'm not meant to have a cutie mark. I can deal with that. What's the big deal for having some kind of random object on your flank? I have an idea of my true meaning in life. I have an idea about my talent. It could be cooking, I haven't tried that before. Maybe I'm not meant to have a place in Equestria. Times like these depress me. Hell, what doesn't depress me? I have no friends, no job, no money, no house. I think I've over-mentioned not having a house... it's just a necessity in life, right? I guess I can live without a house. I've managed to do that for about a year now. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty tough physically from all the time I've had outside. However... I'm definitely not tough emotionally.
When I walk down the streets of Ponyville, I can't help but notice a certain pink pony always bouncing around. She brightened up my day every time I walked by her. She would always come over to me and make me smile. I had a huge crush on her. But why would she like me? After all, I'm just another stallion...