Octavia's life never did anything fun. Sometimes she feels like she's doomed to play the cello and study basic school skills for the rest of her life, all under the watchful eye of her strict mother. That is, until somepony pulls her out of
No.
I won't go read another story. I actually really enjoy this one, sorry for being so impatient.Nobody's perfect.
I can see how you would be annoyed judging by the comment section, but they don't control you.You write the fucking story, not the comments.
I love this story! its great and fresh! we all want more!
Wise writer says this: Ignore the flames of hate and embrace the love and tolerance. Also where's the "Anthro" tag for this fic?
Something must be done about Octavia's... "Mother." That... pony... is a Grade A+ bitch.
2944973
Fellow brony.
You have no idea how much that comment meant to me. Thank you.
And thank you for not abandoning this story. I really appreciate it.
No.
I won't go read another story. I actually really enjoy this one, sorry for being so impatient.
Nobody's perfect.
I can see how you would be annoyed judging by the comment section, but they don't control you.
You write the fucking story, not the comments.
I love this story! its great and fresh! we all want more!
Wise writer says this: Ignore the flames of hate and embrace the love and tolerance. Also where's the "Anthro" tag for this fic?
Something must be done about Octavia's... "Mother." That... pony... is a Grade A+ bitch.
2944973
Fellow brony.
You have no idea how much that comment meant to me. Thank you.
And thank you for not abandoning this story. I really appreciate it.