//------------------------------// // Pipsqueak hits the big city. // Story: Pipsqueak // by SpikE-dog //------------------------------// Pipsqueak. It's as though my parents were trying to get me bullied in school. Not that I cared that much about school anyway. Now I'm not saying I was a troublesome student or was failing classes; I was just never enthusiastic about learning. And with a name like pipsqueak high school was hard enough to sail through without the ridicule. The one thing I was passionate about was music and I swore that once I was done with high school I would head out to make my name in music. However that all changed one morning. "Boarding school?!" I exclaimed. "Oh don't act so upset pipsqueak honey." coaxed my mother. "Dad, how could you approve this?!" "Actually son, I'm the one who suggested it." He said. My jaw dropped. " you've got so much potential son. You could be a lawyer, a scientist, or a....." "A musician?" I asked. Both my parents just stared at me in awe. My mother chimed up first; "Since when have you been interested in..." "Um ever since I began playing the drums." I exclaimed as I pulled out a pair of drumsticks from my bag. "That's not an instrument and it's certainly no way to make a living." My dad stated. "But dad, if you would just listen to me play..." "No son we are through. After you graduate next year you are going to canterlot academy and that's final." "But dad just lis.." I begged. "NO PIPSQUEAK!" He grabbed the drumsticks out of my hand and snapped them over his knee. I just stood there in shock and as tears began to roll down my face. "You've had your chance to prove you could be responsible. Our decision is final so you might as well accept it." I just stood there in horror. I glanced over at my mother who wouldn't even look at me. I couldn't believe it. My own parents were sending me away to boarding school. They had just taken all of my dreams of being a musician and locked them in a safe. A safe named canterlot academy. I had seen what that school does to colts. They go in as rebellious young students and come out as soldiers or doctors. I was left with only one option to pursue my dream of music. So that night I packed a suitcase with the essentials. Clothes, food, money from my parents wallet, and my drumsticks. Then came the tricky part which would be sneaking out past my dad who always stayed up late watching action movies like Colts and Carts or the adventures of Daring Do. So I grabbed my suitcase, put on my black hoodie, and began to creep out my window. Everything went smoothly at first. I closed the window and creeped along the porch roof with minimal disturbance. I slowly rolled my suitcase toward the end of the roof. I paid careful attention that my suitcase didn't make a single sound as I rolled it across the patio roof. I reached the edge of the roof and peered over. Right off the edge of the patio was a group of thick bushes about 6 feet down. I tossed my suitcase and myself over the edge and braced for impact. I heard the impact of the suitcase (which was much louder than I had intended it to be) and waited for my dad to come charging into my room and see me halfway out the window. But, surprisingly, there was no noise moving toward my room. I must have hit a lucky break and dropped it during an action sequence in my dads movie. Let's hope I could be just as lucky again. After making my way down and across the yard I was free. There was no way my parents could have heard anything from my distance. Now hey I didn't leave with no warning. I left a note that said....... "Dear mom and dad, I've gone off to pursue my dreams. Manehatten, Coltorado, wherever I travel, I'm not coming home until I prove to you that I can do something with my talents. When I do come back though I hope you will accept me back in." _________________________________ Manehatten. Smelly. Loud. And utter chaos. I severely underestimated what I was to expect in this city. I had overheard colts at school talking about going on trips to Manehatten in hopes of seeing some of the famous men, women, colts, and mares that have come out of the magnificent city. Soon, I would be one of them. But for now I was stuck as a nobody wandering through the rain. Thousands of ponies, donkeys, and the occasional griffin passed me like I was nobody; each of them had someplace they had to be that was obviously more important than me. To them I was just a little gutter punk who was nothing but trouble. "ACHOO!" "Enough of this" I thought to myself. I wasn't planning on spending my first day of the rest of my life fighting pneumonia. I quickly searched the line of buildings until I saw one particular building that seemed, well, less run down than the others. As a matter of fact the building was downright luxurious. The building was beautiful indeed. Light poured from every window. A scarlet red carpet lined the pavement out front. Two colts holding the double doors and, on top, a magnificent penthouse suite which was usually reserved for celebrities or royalty. "One day" I thought "one day, that will be me in that penthouse and then my parents will fina..." My train of thought was cut short when all of a sudden I was drenched in a wave of freezing water. My eyes cleared just quickly enough to see a tour bus pulling away with the silhouette of a colt wearing rounded sunglasses shouting something back at me. I was certain that whatever it was; it wasn't pleasant. Now all my clothes and luggage were soaking wet. I gathered up my soaked belongings and headed toward the hotel entrance. I got a bunch of pretty dirty looks as a walked but nothing that I wasn't used to. But what happened at the front door was something completely different. When I tried to step inside a gigantic hoof which could have only been one of the two guards that were now behind me. He started to drag me away from the warm light of the hotel back into the cold of the streets. "What the heck was that for?!" I screamed amongst the rain. "Sorry punk, only hotel residents allowed." He exclaimed; completely unaffected by the rain. "How do you know that I wasn't planing on checking in huh?!" He glared at me through a pair of dark sunglasses. "Trust me, I think we both know you weren't. Now; BEAT IT!!!!" He shouted as he shoved me back into the street and I literally mean the middle of the road. By the time I regained focus I saw two headlights headed straight for me. I barely had enough strength to roll back to the curb but not before my foot was caught by the front of the oncoming vehicle. An instant wave of pain surged up my leg as the force threw me a few extra feet into a telephone pole. I blacked out upon impact. I could feel something else though while I flew through the air. Something damp against my leg but it felt different than water. I knew that feeling from many bullies before. Blood. The last thing I remember seeing was a tall red figure running toward me through the rain.