//------------------------------// // Almost invisible // Story: My talent. // by Saint-Mercy //------------------------------// My talent is rather odd. I mean can I even call it a talent? I mean it did give me my cutie mark. I do love it, but it's not something I do on purpose. Sometimes...barely anytime I wish I didn't have this talent. I can't really explain what my talent is, but I can explain how I got it...maybe that will help clear some things up. . . . . . . . "Excuse me!" A little grey colt called from the back of Ms. Cherilee's classroom. "Ms. Cherilee!" The grey colt called out even louder this time. "You forgot to give me my paper!" The colt exclaimed, desperately trying to get his schoolwork so he wouldn't fall behind in class. In the front of the classroom Ms. Cherilee continues to give her class instructions on how to do the work on the papers they were handed out. The grey colt huffed and put his head on the desk. "Guess I'll take a zero." The colt said to himself. He had always been shy, he didn't like the idea of interupting the class or getting up amd trotting in fromt of the enire class only to emberass himself on the mistake he would make. He knew he would mess up any simple task, he always had this gift of screwing up everything with himself. Either trippings, or stuttering in front of the class the colt wasnt going to take that chance. Thirty minuted passed and the little colt began to grow sleepy, he let his eyelids droop over his eyes. . . . The colt jolted up from his sleep, a small pool of drool was on his desk, hopefully nopony was looking as he wiped it away, as he wiped away the drool he quickly became aware of the fact he didn't need to worry about anypony seeing, because there were no ponies in the room. He was alone. The little grey colt stood up and headed for the window of the schoolhouse. He looked out the window and saw the colts and fillies playing outside on the school's playground. Piece by piece the colt's mind processed the situation at hoof. It was recess and nopony woke him up to go and play. That would have bothered any normal colt or filly, but not this colt. In fact he felt relived that he didn't have to go out and be social with the other foals. Usually the other foals would tease him about his 'blank flank.' It didn't bother the colt, but he would rather avoid it than be stuck in the middle of the situation. Minuets passed as the colt began to draw on a piece of paper, he never used colored pencils or crayons like the other foals, no he always used solid grey granite pencil. As the colt finished drawing his sketch the class bell rang, this caused him to jump a bit and send his paper flying off of his desk, the paper gracefully fell and glided to the front of the class. Before the colt could stand from his desk to retrieve his art, the doors to the classroom bursted open and the foals came flooding in, all taking their seats. Ms. Cherilee trotted to the front of the classroom and let out a gasp. She lowered her head and retrieve a piece of paper and raised it up, she then grasped it with her hoof and raised it up for everypony in the class to see. The paper had a sketch of a beautiful mountain and the city of Canterlot hanging onto the side of the high detailed mountain. The royal palace was completely detailed, the buildings all had their pristine looking walls. The buildings were showing off their unique architecture. Everything was simply perfect. "Who drew this amazing picture?" Ms. Cheerilee asked the entire classroom. The little grey colt raised his hoof. "Nopony?" Asked the teacher. "Don't be shy, this is an amazing piece of work!" Cherilee exclaimed. The grey colt extended his hoof as high as he could. "Alright then, but this is a pretty drawing, I'll hang it up on the chalkboard for everypony to see." Ms. Cheerilee said. The little grey colt sighed and lowered his hoof, his face wore the sad expression of being crestfallen. 'What is it about today, it's like everypony keeps ignoring me.' The colt thought to himself. 'Maybe if I try to get a pony's attention?' He looked over at the pink filly beside him. "Excuse me?" He asked the filly, but the filly gave no response what so ever. The colt gently tapped his hoof onto the filly. The filly jumped up and looked directly at the grey colt. "Oh my, you can't just go popping up beside ponies like that!" The filly exclaimed. "You scared me!" She added. The filly turned away. "But I was here the whole time." The colt said to the filly. Once again the filly didn't respond. The colt began to think now. Was this a talent? He loved being un-noticed, mostly due to the fact that whenever he was being watched he tended to make more mistakes than the normal for him. A bright flash laminated the entire class room, several ponies cried in shock and looked back at whatever might have caused the flash. They all turned and saw the grey colt but thought nothing of him and turned back to continue paying attention on the lesson Ms. Cherilee has started once again. The little grey colt looked at his flank and saw his cutie mark. A ponyquien, like the kind dress designers use to model their dressed. His cutie mark resembled a faceless ponyquien and nothing else. The little colt pondered over what his mark even meant. . . . . . . . I didn't know what it meant at the time, but as time passed on and I became the young stallion I am now, I realize it means I'm hard to notice. I know it doesn't make sense but it's true. The only ponies that ever notice me are my mom and dad. Honestly I like my talent. I never liked being the center of attention and now I never will be.