The Life of Autumn Frost

Autumn is on its way. And so is my torture. My name is Autumn Frost. My coat is a very faint light blue like the color of Frost on grass, my mane and tail are a vivid fall leaf orange-red, and my eyes are a pale blue-orange. I am fourteen years of age. At least I think I am. I don’t know when I was born. I have no Cutie Mark. I am also the only Pegasus Pony in Cloudsdale that can’t fly. That’s developed enough I mean. My wings are big enough and I am strong enough. Let me just… okay let me give you a background. I was born and then abandoned immediately. As far as I know that is. Left on a doorstep. The ponies who found me didn’t want me. I have no Idea where my parents are. They could be dead for all I know. Or for all I care. Left me to die. The only thing I know about them is that my mother was an Earth Pony and my father was a Pegasus Pony. That’s it. You could probably describe them in full and I would have no idea who you were talking about. And that is probably the reason I can’t fly, my mother being an Earth Pony. I attend Cloudsdale Flight Academy for Special Pegasi. How, you may ask, are you able to attend a school when you don’t have any parents let alone a home? Well the answer to that is simple. I lie. I lie to attend school. Fair enough. Nopony likes me. I keep to myself. Everypony else stays away from me when I walk through the halls. It makes sense. They all know me as the mare with no home. But I am no mare. I am a colt. I just come across as feminine. My voice sounds feminine and I look like a mare. I wear my long mane back in a bandana grown out long. It looks feminine doesn’t it? But I am no mare. Get the picture? The reason I say, “So is my torture” in the second sentence is because this is the only time the other ponies feel that they have a right to make fun of me. Teasing and calling names. Making rude gestures. But it would make sense, since my name takes a part of the season. I don’t have any friends and I don’t want any. After the way all these ponies have been treating me for the past eight years I would rather just keep to myself and stay alone. Get the picture?