This chapter is a work in progress, and is currently developing.
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I never visit town, save for necessities such as work, school, or supplies for home. But today I left house without a destination, so I was bound to go through it at some point. I visit most of the hangout spots in the area, watching the different groups from afar. It's always fascinated me how our social structure as younglings is shaped.
On this bright summer weekend, I watch the popular ones walk around and trash talk each other behind their backs. I watch the outsiders band together and play some simple sports, or stand awkwardly in a circle. And I see the others walk around alone, just like me. Perhaps they are cut from the same puzzle that I am - the thinkers.
Eventually, I wander over to the park. The fountain sprays mist on my face as I walk by, calming me somewhat. I didn't realize that I was so troubled. And why am I so tense? This is only a simple walk. Leaning against a tree, I sigh. Nowhere for me. Nobody for me. I decide to head home, calling it a day, when I notice a small group of ponies gathered on the outside of the park in a field.
I noticed the way they're acting. Carefree, laughing and... happy. One occasionally breaks off from the group, looking rather dejected, but a small group of friends quickly comes to cheer them up and reunite them with the main group. I'd never seen them around before, and there seemed to be ponies of all different ages and backgrounds. Odd that I had never met any of them before.
I begin to approach, and attract quite a bit of attention from the crowd, who becomes very excited and comes to greet me with open arms. After a while of sitting near the back of the group, I begin to start pitching in to conversations a bit more, and start to learn a lot about these new ponies.
The thing that blows me away almost immediately - everypony who was talking to me was... intelligent. I feel more at home here than I do back at that hut back on the hilltop where I sleep. I forget all about my loneliness in a whirlwind of happiness and pleasantries. After a couple hours, I notice that some people here have already found their other pieces. Slowly that feeling starts coming back, the feeling of isolation.
I tell them about my problem, and they comfort me as best they can. I appreciate all of the kind words and advice, but I know that only one thing will calm me though; my missing piece. Needing to be alone once again, I say my goodbyes and call the day off, heading back to my house as the sun sets. As my twinkling friends rise and greet me, I smile somewhat, knowing that I still have something that cares about me. Even if they are millions of miles away, they still do care about me.