I won't be remembered as a screw-up or disappointment. They’ll get over me with time. People will think whatever they think about me, and I wouldn’t care… they’d have their own judgment of why I did it...
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I open the door to my friend's house, finding my group of friends laughing and chatting without me, not even noticing me coming in. I just shut the door behind me as I sit beside them, trying to join in on the conversation.
"Hey Script, when did you get here?" Radioflash says as I sit down.
"I just got here, did I miss anything?" I asked but Radio had already joined back into the conversation as if he didn't talk to me before. I felt a slight frown form on my face, but I hid it, trying to have a good time.
Everypony was talking about the latest hot movie that had come out, but I didn't care too much for it, so I just pulled out my sketchbook and started to draw to keep myself busy.
After a while, I was struggling with anatomy as I always do so I turned to my friend Ellie.
"Hey Ellie, could you help me out with this real fast?" I asked but she didn't hear me, too busy talking about the movie. I gently tapped her on the shoulder, but she held up a claw as she continued talking.
I just hung my head as I felt slight tears form in my eyes. Nopony was even showing me any attention, so why should I be here? I shouldn't.
I just put my sketchbook back into my bag and walked toward the door.
"Script, where are you going?" Flame asked, noticing me at the door. "You just got here, didn't you?"
"I don't feel too well..." I say as I shut the door behind me before she could say another word.
It hurt me to do that to my friends, but it wasn't like they were showing me much of anything, so I might as well have left. I hung my head as I walked back toward my house, staring at the ground as my tears formed in my eyes.
They wouldn’t notice if I just disappeared. They wouldn’t care. They’d just forget about me over time. They all will just forget me.
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"Have you read it?" One pony asked.
"Of course I have, she's like my favorite author!" Another replied.
"I think it’s her best work, honestly"
"Really? I think Cold is better."
"You're wrong, but you're allowed an opinion I suppose."
I had overheard some ponies while I was in the bookstore talking about my latest book, Forever Loved. It touched my heart to know ponies enjoy my work.
It feels like I make somewhat of a small impact in someone’s life, but even then, I would just end up being forgotten over time.
“What are you guys talking about?” Somepony asked walking up to the two ponies. “Are you talking about that author again? Script Song?”
“Script Singer.”
“Whatever. Are you guys almost done here, I’m getting kinda bored being here.”
“Yeah, just let me pay for my new book and we can go.”
I walked over to the pony and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and stared at me for a moment, a look of shock on her face.
“Are you… Script Singer?” She asked. I nodded my head as I smiled letting out a soft chuckle. “Could… Could you sign my book…?”
“Of course, anything for a fan!” I said.
I held back my tears as I grabbed a quill from her and began to sign her book. She would just forget me over time. Everypony would forget me over time… I’m just a nobody who writes stories that mean nothing to anyone.