//------------------------------// // Childhood Memories Pt.1 // Story: Letters From A Troubled Stallion // by averagewriter //------------------------------// Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle, Ah, good day to you once more, you Majesty. Of course, you’re day is still great, no? Hmm, I wonder if you get bad days like me. It’s pretty hard to imagine, is it not? Of course, I might be wrong and you are indeed having a bad day. In this case, I hope your day doesn’t get worse. Anyway, let’s talk about your letter, hmm? Remember when I used a strong word in my 2nd letter? In your letter to me, you seem to be pretty fine with it, even saying that it’s fine as you're used to it. To prove it, you seemed to use a few curse words in your letter as well. My, your Highness, you didn’t need to do something like that! Why, I can imagine you cringing with every curse word you write. Also, I seem to remember that you were asking my name, yes? Well, let’s keep it anonymous for now. I don’t want anyone knowing who you’re talking to until I am finished, okay? I’ll be keeping silent about my identity for security reason. Don’t worry, I shall reveal it to you when I’m done. Oh, and I’m terribly sorry for not writing to you as soon as I promised. I just got a bit busy teaching the foals at school. No, I’m not a teacher. I’m just helping Miss Cheerilee educate the children and also giving her a chance to take a break. You know how the foals could get a bit out of control of school. Hey, did you know there’s this 3 fillies who calls themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders?  They’re a fun group to talk with. Oops, I guess I’ve talked about my day a bit too much. I’m afraid there will be no space for my story if I continue ranting how school was. So let’s continue where we left off a few days ago, shall we? So my family consisted of a loving mother, a strict father, and a...bitchy sister. And my childhood was pretty much...let’s say...different from others. Let’s dwell on that topic, okay?  When I was still young, I went to this school. It was good enough, with it giving good education and having decent-looking classrooms. I enjoyed learning, tackling every seatwork without a problem, doing every project without a sweat, and passing every homework with no worries. School was great...if it weren’t for the bullies there. You see, I’m from the city (Manehattan specifically) and the city is known to be not a very friendly place. So it’s no surprise there were bullies at school. Everyone gets bullied at school at least once in their life time, right?  And some of their experiences may not be as bad as mine. If you’re going to ask me how bad the experience was, I’ll tell you it was damn terrible. Imagine, getting beaten up everyday by nearly everyone just because you don’t fit in and your sister is the leader of the most feared group in the whole campus. Said sister then tells the group that you are their next target and the next thing you know...Bam! You’re freaking terrified of the ponies that cornered you and you are powerless on defending yourself from the terrible things they’ll do to you. Yeah, that was my school life everyday. I tried talking to the teachers about it but they don’t give a...or maybe they were scared of my sister as well. You can say my sister ruled the school...that would explain why she’s still even in school... Let me tell you what a normal day at was like for me when I was still young. This is the clearest memory I could still remember...for a very good reason, “Oh look, it’s the nerd!” One of the many stallions in the campus pointed at me. “Look everyone, seems he’s back for more ‘fun’!” “Hey, nerd, want to play with us?” A mean-looking mare sneered at me. “Don’t worry, we won’t make it hard for you.” “N-No thanks…” I mumbled as I walked past them, not taking my eyes off the ground. Even as I walk farther from them, I continue to hear them mock and laugh at me. “Why do they always do this to me everyday?” I asked myself, “Did I do anything wrong?” I sighed and continue to walk the hallways that seemed endless to me. With my eyes on the ground and my mind somewhere else, I was suddenly bashed into a wall...hard. “Hah, Pipsqueak didn’t see that coming, eh?” A malicious voice mocked me. The sentence was followed by laughters coming from several other ponies.   My head was spinning from the hit and I was scared to look at my attacker. By just the sound and tone of who’s speaking, I already know it was my cursed sister. At that point, I wanted to run away from them but I was frozen in fear. “Too scared to talk? You’re so pathetic!” She continued to torment me. More and more ponies joined her and threw insults at me. “What a baby!” “Look at his face, priceless!” “Oh, is the poor colt going to cry again?” “Boo hoo hoo. Hahaha!” Unable to hear any  more of this hurtful words, I covered my ears and curled up into a ball. This was the day when everyone at school joined my sister in making my life a daily hell. I don’t really know why that happened. I guess they didn’t want to be her next victims. It doesn’t sound plausible, right? But in a land where magic and dragons and stuff is real, then even a school can bully one foal. You can ask me how school went so far after that. I can tell you...nothing. The rest is a blur, suppressed by my mind so I don’t have to relive them anymore. I know, it’s a very anti-climatic way to end this part of the story. Even I find it such a downer. Right now, I’m wondering what did happen after that… Anyway, I have a different conflict in mind, should I continue writing or should I stop here? It’s really hard to know when to stop when writing something, for example, this letter. You know, maybe I should stop now. I don’t want to bore you too much and I think it’s best that I only tell you a bit of myself little by little. Hah, I think my problems should wait a bit longer… I'm sorry if my writing is a bit...off...I was never good at writing...stories, I guess. P.S I’ll be gone for a week or so. Why? I’ll be exploring the Everfree Forest (I think that’s the name). Don’t worry, I‘ll be fine. The forest can’t be as bad as what everyone says, right?