I silently wait at the bus stop. My moist breath makes it hard to breathe in my jacket, mabie I should.
"No NO don't risk it!"
I hang my head in shame. My friends probably think I'm a pussy.
"SHUT THE BUCK UP FATASS!!!" Kyle barks to Eric who as always bursts into laughter.
"That son of a bitch..." I mutter under my breath.
"You get it Kenny?" The unicorn nudges me and laughes.
"I...I" I don't know what to say!
"Be cool Kenny..."
"Mabie?" I studder, but all I hear is muffled gibberish.
"That's the spirit!" Eric replies with a smug grin.
He uses his magic and plucks a feather from my wing. I let out a little "ow." Luckily Eric didn't notice, or didn't care.
The light magenta unicorn then levatates my feather over to the other misfortunate pegasus. Then I'm pretty sure he starts to tickle Kyle. The orange pegasus lets out a laugh.
"Stop that!" Kyle growls and uses his wing to slap away the yellow feather.
Suddenly, a rapid clopping of hooves was heard.
"Sorry I'm late!" the brown earth pony paints while he desperately tries to catch his breath.
"We're have you been?" Eric asks.
"Overslept." he replies.
"Stan-wow this is like...the third time this week." the unicorn glances sternly at him.
I wish Eric Cartman would just let off the poor foal for once! Stan is the only pony out of us who doesn't have a cutie mark. I feel bad for him, but like I said before I don't want to look like a pussy. I continue my silence as my "friends" bicker and swear at eachother. I close my eyes.
"This is friendship? Discord and turmoil as you wait at a bus stop."
I let out a sigh. "Wow." was the only word I mutter as Eric and Kyle break out into another swearing fiesta.
Out of nowere a yellow vehicle pulls out. The doors fly open.
"GET IN YOU CRAZY FOALS!" our wonderful bus driver yells.
I was being rhetorical. She's a complete bitch.
"Shut the hell up you bucking Jew!" Eric shouts as he trots in the bus.
"How about you shut the hell up you fatass!" Kyle screams back following the unicorn in.
"Guys just shut up!" Stan scolds as he gallops into the bus.
I sigh and slowly poke behind the ruckus.
"YA COMING IN OR NOT YA POOR SLUT!" the bus driver screams.
I show my wings in fury. The adrenalin pumping through me.
"Don't call me a slut!" I yell.
Of course all that comes out is that muffled gibberish. I grunt and stomp through the isle of the bus. I get to the seat in the very back and plop down on the seat. I totally forget I still have my saddlepack on. I slip my wings through the straps and slam it down on the seat.
"Kenny get controll over yourself!"
I pull down the window of the bus and let my head out. The breeze of the speeding bus blocks out the nasty fumes from the other cars. When all or once, MY HOOD FELL DOWN! I screech in panic and pull myself back in. I force my hood over my face and curl up in a ball. I cover my head in my wings and shiver. I hear screaming, laughing, the cussing of Kyle and Eric.
"Did they see me? Oh crap!"
I shyly look around. Everypony is screaming and yelling. Good thing nopony ever pays attention to Kenny McCormick.
I take a few deep breaths followed by a yawn. I get comfortable on the seat and drift off to sleep.
"Kenny? Kenny buddy?"
I feel a sharp poke at my flank. I scream in pain and jump up.
"What the buck was that!" Kyle yells and gave Eric a good hard slap with his wing.
"Don't slap me Jew!" Eric barked back and smacks Kyle upside the head with his hoof.
"Oh my Celestia will you two STOP!" Stan scolds.
"I-I'm sorry Stan." Kyle studders and looks down at me. "Cartman here poked your ass with his horn."
Eric grunted and trotted off the bus along with Stan. Kyle helps me up and puts on my saddlepack. The Pegasus then runs his hoof on my flank. He then looks back at his hoof.
"Dude your ass is bleeding." Kyle said.
"Wha-!" I look at my cutie mark and realize a little puncture on it. My cutie mark is a halo with wings by the way. I don't really understand what it represents... Any who yeah it was bleeding.
Kyle and I walk off that hell train and right on the concrete path to the ACTUAL hell on earth, school. Kyle starts to fly even though he struggles to get two feet off the ground. Not to brag, but I on the other hoof I fly with more agility. I take off in the air soaring now a good two feet above the struggling orange pegasus. Kyle lands on the ground with a "thud" as I do flip and land softly. The colt stares at me with disbelief.
"How did you DO that?!" Kyle asked.
"Practice makes perfect." I say walking to him.
Kyle follows me down the path.
"I guess flying is my best ability?"
We get to the school wich is bustling with ponies of all grades. It kinda sucks knowing that your the poorest foal in your school. I sigh and look to the floor. I know any at any minute Eric's jokes are going to start rolling in.
"Hey guys!" Eric said to the others. "Kenny's mom is so poor she runs to the garbage truck with a grocery list!"
Eric snickers at his little joke. Of course Kyle and Stan roll there eyes. I seem to be ok with it though I'm quite pissed.
"Eric what the hell!" I yell.
Once again, muffles.
Eric laughs. "Comon Kenny it was funny!"
"No it's not!" Stan growles.
"You guys are just lame I'm going to have a little chat with Butters." The fat unicorn trots off.
"What a jerk." Kyle mutters under his breath. "Kenny being poor isn't that bad."
I sigh. It is bad when your dad is an alcoholic and your mom is raising three foals with no job. In fact she let two random strangers stay in the garage. I don't recall there names, but there shady as hell.
"Yah, I guess so." I reply.
Suddenly somepony runs into me.
"Hey Kenny." the foal on crutches lookes over to me.
"Nah it's ok Jimmy!" I say as I trot on to class.
"Alright foals take your seats!" My teacher Mr. Garrison orders.
I sit down in the back of class as usual.
"What are we going to learn today Mr. Garrison?" The unicorn levitates a puppet.
"Whoa well first we need to take attendance." Mr. Garrison explains as he levitates a clipboard.
Jimmy turns to Eric.
"Dude this is s-s-so bucked up! I mean come-on." Jimmy studders.
Eric laughes.
"I know right!" Eric responds with a chuckle. "Look at this cheesy shit."
"Eric Cartman are you talking again?!" the teacher looks up from his clipboard.
That pathetic foal just sits there. "Nah."
"I don't have to send you to the principal's office again do I?" Mr. Garrison makes a frown.
"No Mr. Garrison." Eric sighs.
"Good!"
I rest my head on my arm as Mr. Garrison writes random things on the board.
"Two, nine, sixty four, eighty one...what is this fourth grade?...oh wait."
Finally, lunch time! Yes that was loooooong! I follow Eric, Stan, and Kyle out of the class. Of course Stan and Wendy come together and talk about random things. Eric continues to talk to Butters about some alien abduction crap. While I follow Kyle to the cafeteria. I trail my eyes to the pegausai's flank of all places. A Jewish star, that's true religion right there. I still do not get why my cutie mark is what it is. A halo with wings? I am a Roman Catholic, but I'm not really into it like Kyle is with being a Jew. Mabie it's because I can fly gracefully? Or I just have a good personality.
"Hey Kenny um...why are you staring at my butt?" Kyle asks.
I blush under my jacket. "No reason."
Kyle gives me a crooked look. I then dicide to come out with the truth.
"I just...don't understand my destiny." I say.
Kyle looks over at me. "Around here Kenny if you noticed, it's not about your destiny just that you have some picture of whatever the buck on your ass."
"Well that's kind of mean." I reply.
"I know right." the red mained pegasus says as he makes a look of disappointment. "Bullies are selfish bitches, renember that Kenny."
Out of the blue, foals crowd around in a circle. Kyle runs over as I follow him.
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!" the foals cheer as two colts put up there hooves.