Fish's second year of high school was going good. He had hard classes but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. He had good friends that always had his back and he felt good about life.
One night he made a discovery. He was laying awake unable to sleep. Fish decided to try something. He took out a peice of paper and pen and began to draw.
He didn't expect it to last long.
But he loved it. Anything that came to his mind he put on paper. He sat there for a while staring at the mess of images that were in front of it. He felt great but he was also scared. This was unheard for a colt of his age. Drawing was something that little girls did, not him.
He lay awake the rest of the night.
The next day he began to see things differently. There were colors and ponies he had never noticed before. He thought about telling his friends about what he had found but decided not to. Part of him wanted to keep quiet and not say anything, the other wanted to yell that he loved to draw. Fish didn't want to be picked on and cast out of his group so he shut his mouth and went on with his week.
Every night he would draw something different. He soon began to paint. Fish was convinced that he was sick and that there was something wrong with him.
At school Fish would look for other colts who liked to paint. He saw others who proudly carried brushes with them. He wouldnt talk to him because they were older then him and he knew what would happen if one of his friends saw him talking to them.
Months went on and Fish hid his new found passion beneath his shell where it would never be seen. He had to learn to control himself for his own good.