With Spring Loaded born, Lazy Worker thought it was time to get our own house. We got a tiny one, two bedrooms and one bath, but it was enough. It was about two year later that I started school at Trottingville. It started off pretty normal. I ended up cutting off a filly's pigtails because she was mean to me for having Puppy. None of the fillies liked me much after that.
Everything was a bit normal, until fifth grade. I was always bigger than everypony else, both in height and weight. All of the other fillies were slim, short and pretty. I was pudgy, tall, and kind of weird looking, with my frizzy mane, thick rimmed glasses, and buck teeth. They started bullying me. Mom ended up taking me out of school for fifth grade, homeschooling me until I was past the knowledge required for seventh, and then put me back in for sixth. I've always been smarter than the average student. Heck, when I was in fourth grade, my IQ was ten points higher than my teachers! I can tell you though, being smart didn't help. I got braces for my teeth, and switched to thinner glasses, started putting my mane up, but they still made fun of me. I was too tall, or too fat, they even said my Cutie Mark was too colorful! Ha, like that's true! All the bullying wore down my self-esteem, I didn't speak up for myself, and I still don't, I couldn't ask someone for something, I was too nervous that I'd do something wrong and they'd laugh at me! I still believe it, I can't buy a candy bar without nearly going into a panic! I'm so scared of social interaction, because I'm so afraid I'll embarrass myself...I can't order my own food, someone else as to do it, I can't talk to strangers, or touch them or...Or...Okay, we're getting off track here! Basically, my mom saw how much it was effecting me, and took me out of school...It was so hard for me to function after that, I was so terrified of ponies, thinking they'd hit me for messing up, or laugh at me, or something worse...And then, I found my cure. We got the internet! I know, that not something normal to say, but when I hit ten years old, my mom let me play games. When I hit eleven, she let me have free range. I was more mature than other kids, I was smarter, heck, I'd wrote a book by that time! That's when I discovered Meet 'n Greet.com. It was the best thing for a now friendly and not at all confident filly! I met my first friend there. Her name was Grape Vine. She introduced me to Roleplaying, I know, weird, but hang in there! We basically made characters and pretended to be them, it was actually a lot of fun! I made all my characters there, Skippy Sundae, Iron Rose...I met my other friends, there too Minty Bear, Cream Swirl, and Midnight Lavender! They were all so great, and they're still my best friends! From there, I got back on Meet 'n Greet, and met Ink Berry. She was the best thing that ever happened to me! Whenever Cream and Midnight talked about how they wanted to kill themselves, and how they hated everything, I'd comfort them. And when they never asked me if I was okay...Well, I'd talk to Ink! Whenever Minty ignored me for a week, and left me crying, I'd talk to Ink! She was always there for me!
Then...The day came I got a letter. It had black ribbon around it...We all know what that means...I spent the next year mourning Ink Berry, crying every night and faking a smile every day. I'd always pretend that she was still there, and just talk to her. I could almost hear her voice talking back when I did...
After a year, I started getting better. Until an email from her account made my hope come alive! I thought she was okay, and I nearly started crying as I quickly opened the email.
It was just her damned brother asking how I was doing.
Well, I say brother. After that, I started spamming the email with pictures I'd drawn of me and Inky, each with the line 'How the buck does it look like I'm doing?'. I was hoping to make him feel bad.
And then, I got another email from the account.
'Whoa whoa, you've gotten great with the drawings! Sorry about the year long brb, but my boyfriend changed the password to my account. Don't worry not with him anymore! ;)'
I got so mad after that...I started sobbing, throwing my laptop in the ground. My mom tried to comfort me and asked me what happened, but I couldn't form the words. I mean, how dare he do that to me?! Once I calmed down, I picked up my computer and started typing, having no idea I was typing a very curse-filled, angry email to the real Inky Berry.