In an ideal world no one cries. In most pony's world ponies cry, they weep and feel sorrow. They feel pain but there's always someone there: a parent, friend or even a pet. In my world ponies cry, ponies weep, ponies feel sorrow. I feel pain. That's it. Nopony is there for me, no friends, no family, not even the stray cat at the end of the street. No one. I didn't choose this life, it didn't choose me. It just happened. No pony understands, maybe they do, maybe not, it doesn't matter. Either way no pony cares. When I cried they didn't cry back. So shouldn't I continue this tradition?

First time trying to write first-person narrative that changes each chapter and second time writing fanfiction. Please no hate, but constructive criticism welcome. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MY LITTLE PONY OR HASBRO
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Teen for language and slight gore.
I have chosen to reveal the plot as I doubt I shall continue writing. Hope you enjoy!

Scootaloo has finally learned how to fly, so of course Rainbow Dash wants to celebrate! However, what Rainbow plans to be the best night ever turns horribly sour, how will she cope with not only being alone but also a murderer?

This is my first try at a fanfiction after reading countless ones If you have any plot/grammatical corrections please tell me
Disclaimer- I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, or Hasbro.
I have decided to reveal the plot as I doubt I will write much more of it. Have fun!