Hello. My name is Eric toast and I am writing this journal because, well because I wanted you all to see my troubles, my pain, my life in general. Well. It all started when I was only about fifteen years old. My mother and my father went out to the store, to get some food. While they were walking they got hit by a run-away carriage. My mother was impaled by a piece of sharp wood, right through her stomach. The ponies could not make it in time to reach the hospital, so she died from blood lost. My father on the other hoof was okay, quite sad, but okay. The way he died, is quite sad. I don't know if I really want to write about it. Sigh. Anyway. After my father died, I was all alone, I could never finish school because, well I did not have no way to pay our bills, so I had to drop school and get a full time job. I started to work for this pony named Applejack. She worked on a apple farm, bucking apples from here and there to sell them to other ponies. I was there to help her with that. I really did not know how to buck a tree, even after the fact that she showed me. I kept trying, and trying but I could never seem to get one down. Well, if Applejack was not such a nice pony, she would have told me to leave already. So she thought of something else I could do on her farm.
“Ugh, is there anything in particular that you are good at?” Applejack asked me. I just shook my head. I do not recall me being 'Good' at anything. All I did when I was younger was play video games, and that was not even my cutie mark.
Speaking of cutie marks. Mine is a picture of a magnifying glass. I earned my cutie mark one day in class. I was the first to get my cutie mark in that class to. The teacher asked the class who stole a cookie from the cookie jar, she had up in her room. I knew I did not take it. The teacher looked at our expressionless faces. One of the colts nearly fainted from all the silence. The teacher ended up saying that if nopony tells who did it within the next ten minutes, then we are all getting a call to home. I did not want a call home. My mother would kill me! I was not about to get a call home just because some immature pony, that thinks it is funny, so I offered to help find the culprit.
I started to look around for clues in the classroom with my magnifying glass my mother gave me when I was only two. Everypony in the classroom kept staring at what I was doing. I did not mind this at all. If they say something I would just ignore it and keep on going with what I was doing. I looked on the cookie jar and found a strand of hair. It was white. I showed the teacher this, and she separated the class. All the white coats on one side, and the other colored ponies on the other. To my luck there was only two white coats in our classroom. On the right was a colt named Jimmy, he had a white coat and a blue mane. His eyes were a light green. Pretty nice. On the right we had a mare named Sunshower. I did not really know her much, she was kind of the outcast in our classroom. I then noticed that Jimmy was shivering. I looked him dead in the eyes for about a minute. Then. He cracked. He told everypony in the room that it was him, he did it, and that he was sorry to put us in this mess of his. I was getting cheered by everypony in the room, all of a sudden my flank started to tickle and my cutie mark appear. Like I have said before, of a magnifying glass.
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“I found one!” Applejack said. I was quite scared at the moment of what it would be. But to my luck, it was a good job. Baking apple pies. I enjoyed baking with my mother when I was about eight years old. I always seemed to burn my hoof though. I giggled at the thought.
Applejack motioned for me to follow her. I did. She showed me how apple pies were made. I did not get the directions down pat, but I did know how to start one. She then wanted me to see if I was paying any attention to her directions, so she made me cook one in front of her. It did not turn out so well, considering that apple pie ended up where apple pie shouldn't be. But she showed me once more and I got the hang of it. Just like that.
You see, ponies like Applejack are the ponies that keep me sane, to keep me living on this lonely earth. After my parents died I could never find any peace with other ponies. I would trot by many ponies a day and all I would get is either a 'Buck off' or a 'Hello'. Not much, and if I would try to sit and talk to another pony, they just acted like I didn't exist. It got to the point, where I would go home and cry into my pillow every night before I go to sleep. Sigh. But you will eventually get use to it. My mother always told me to stay aware of your surroundings and to be nice to as many ponies as I can. Because in the long run, good luck will come your way.
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