When I was young I was a weak flyer, I was the laughing stalk of the Junior Speedsters Academy. I could barely lift myself off the clouds, constantly battling my own wings to keep me aloft as I nearly collapsed with every attempt. No pony liked me; every pony thought I was weird. I couldn’t seem to fit in with anypony; the aces, the newcomers, I even tried talking to fillies, the most terrifying endeavor of my short life. Each rejection more painful than the last, it was as if I was a completely different species, I was looked upon as if I wasn’t even a pony. I was an outcast, no one to turn to, exiled from the whole academy; leaving only myself to grieve with. At the point, I thought society had cast me aside; just another pegasus at the academy which would fail miserably and end up in the place of nightmares…the Rainbow Factory. I was always nervous flying in front of anypony, knowing I couldn’t manage to keep myself up as my wings quit time and time again; leaving more ammunition for ridicule and rejection. I had always been nervous flying, but that day would haunt me forever.