"You there, girl! Tidy up my dress! The governer is coming to visit tonight, and I don't want to disappoint him."
"Yes, Madam." A sad filly's voice answered to the large, and, rather chubby, headmistress of St. Maney's Orphanage for the Blind and Mentally Disabled. She wore a disgusting pink dress that somehow made her look 3x her normal size.
"Hold on, not you, disgusting girl. I'll get somepony whose eyes don't stare up at the ceiling every time I talk to her. May I remind you that I am the headmistress, and that I have quite a right to punish you? I haven't forgotten about our recent mistakes, now have I?"
"No, Madam." The sad voice answered again. The filly brushed her blonde hair out of her face, revealing two strange floating masses. One was looking at the busty mistress, and the other was looking off to the left. Her sad eyes took up a bit more space on her shallow gray face than they should have, and she definitely could have used a bit more food.
"Now, go and gather the others. Tell them that I need to see them." The mistress, whose name was Ms. Trelawney, turned to a large mirror on the wall that her chubby face barely fit into.
"I can't, Madam."
"Okay, and- what do you mean, YOU CAN'T?!"
"They don't listen to me." The young Pegasus' eyes filled with tears. "They call me a freak. They laugh, and some of the ones who aren't quite 'right in the head' use their enhanced magical abilities to tug on my hair, and once one even put a hex on me."
"I've had enough of this nonsense. Stop making up silly stories, or I will use the belt on you. Is that what you want?"
The tears that had been filling up the filly's eyes flowed over.
"N-no, M-madam."
"And don't call them that. They are more 'right in the head' than you ever will be." Ms. Trelawney huffed, adjusting her frilly collar as the gray pegasus ran off, sobbing.
"Why does she treat me like that? Why does she hate me so much? I know that I don't hate her," she cried, once she had safely locked herself in the broom closet. "Why does everypony hate me?" she screamed, unfolding her scarred wings and massaging the torn flesh on her back. Suddenly, something inside her tore. The filly stumbled, and a new light came to her eyes, that was extremely dark, and a bit frightening.
"If Celestia is my witness, I swear that I will get Ms. Trelawney fired tonight, so that nopony ever has to go through what I've experienced here."
And with a determined expression, the young pegasus set off to her small cot in the filly's dorm.