I was only 10 and I had no friends. Nopony would talk to me. They all stopped even acknowledging me. Sometimes it bothered and other times I didn't care. My mom never talked to me. No matter how hard I tried to get her to answer me she wouldn't do it. I never got used to it. She was a beautiful pony with a deep hue of purple for a coat and her mane and tail was black and purple. I tried to love her but she wouldn't love me back.
On a chilly autumn day she came into my room and stared at me then turned her head and walked off. I knew something was going to happen when she did that. She called me downstairs and said we were going for a walk so we did. We walked for hours until the sun had set we came to a strange, dark, and scary forest. She took me deep inside the forest not following a specific oath. We stopped in a small creepy clearing. I stared up at the beautiful moon and at the gnarled trees that seemed to be looming over me taunting me.
After staring at the moon for such a long time I went to tell my moon to look at the moon with me. But when my hand reached out and missed. I swung my head around and realized she wasn't there. I repeatedly yelled mom and ran through the tangle of roots and underbrush. Frantically yelling mom. I ran for what seemed like hours and called her name until my throat got hoarse.
Then I thought it was because she didn't want me she did this on purpose. The thought of it made me stagger backwards and hit against a rock. I was alone. I curled up on the ground alone, and cried. I slept and slept and when I was awake I stared at the sky not moving not saying anything. I broke inside. I decided no one wanted to be nice to me I wasn't going to be nice to the. I will get back at them no matter how long it takes.