Mea Vitam

by Schmingo

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6557

A high school student goes through a change.

My life used to be so normal... but it's not like I enjoyed the normality anyway...
This is a story about my gains and my losses, what happened to me and a fraction of the population of the world.
My hello's and good bye's.
Leaving my past behind.
An adventure.

I am not the best author so please bare with me.

Published 2012-02-24 08:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-27 00:21:34 UTC

My life

Chapter 1: My life

I'm not the most popular guy. I don't have a million friends on Facebook like the rest, I'm just me. I wake up, go to school, come home and pop open my laptop, take my daily dose of My Little Pony fan content, draw some, and sleep. My daily routine never changes. Repeating day after day. Some would enjoy this kind of life style, instead I do not. I want an adventure... a change... something brand new and exciting. In short I want my dreams to come true, even if they are crazy and impossible. An underweight boy with big dreams, dreams of a new life per se. Aside from describing myself there is more to my life, like the school I attend... oh man that is a story of its own to explain. Have you ever been imprisoned? Locked away in a cage? Played hide and seek with a friend and hid under the bed or couch? All in all, that is my school. Crazy enough it seems like the administration don't care too much about the students, they let us just... be there. You know? They only care about the money they are making for imprisoning us in this horrible institution...

The constant ringing of my alarm pierced through my head, like that of a spear impaling a spartan at war. I rose drowsily scratching my mess of hair. The sound of my yawns being drowned out by the roaring of the lion on my nightstand.
"Just great." I whispered to myself. "Another day of pointless learning" in a sarcastic tone. As the sun started to rise in the horizon I leaped out of my bed and proceeded to change into a fresh pair of clothing. When I finished buttoning up my school uniform I limped through the hallway and down the steps, my movements corresponding to a zombies.
"Mom!" I called out. "I'm leaving for school!"
"Alright honey", she replied. "Have a good day"
I responded with a sarcastic laugh, knowing my school day will be just as boring and uninteresting as the next. Swiftly I opened my front door and leaped onto the cement of my driveway. Strutting down and onto the sidewalk, the sound of my keys banging together the only thing that could be heard. The dead trees shaking in the chill wind. Taking in all of the beauty, the quietness, and the peace. This is one of the moments I enjoy the most of my day. No one is around to bother me, to critique me, to make my day worse. The birds can sing to me and the echo of cars starting up and pulling off will be heard in the distance.

When I turned around the corner I arrived at the bus stop. The sound of screeching occurred to my left. I pulled my phone out of a pocket and stared at the screen with a familiar Rainbow Dash wallpaper and smiled smugly, "On time again".
The doors to my bus opened up and I greeted my driver, taking my seat and buckling myself in. After adjusting my winter hat I plugged my ear phones to my IPod and prepared for the long drive to hell.

Slowly I walked into the freezing prison known as my school. Sighing and listening to the rambling of video games and pointless topics being blurted out by the idiots I dare to call my Acquaintances. Wisely I turned down into another hallway to escape their stupidity and enter my own safe haven. "Why am I still here?" I whispered quietly. "Why do I stay in this horrible place". Aggressively I threw my bag against a wall.
"I could of gone to that school down the street, but nooooo~ I didn't want to deal with the jerks who go there. I bet the staff and other students there would of been so much better than here" I sigh heavily.
"It's not fair, why do I have to be stuck here" I slid down the wall and held my head in my hands, preparing to take on the day. My friend Steven seemed to be absent today hooray for being a loner for 6 hours.

The wait felt like hours. It's not like it would change anything though, I would have to get to class and work. Work for what seemed like nothing. I was always complaining about the fact that an artist shouldn't have to learn this bull crap... but do you think the schools administration would consider my thoughts? Of course not.

Finally the bell for first period rang and I hurried up the nearest stair case and through the halls. Avoiding as many people as possible. My schools hallways are like... well have you seen the lion king? It's like the part where Mufasa is ran over in the herd. Opening the door I stepped into my first class of the day, US History. Placing my bag on the desk I sat down. Breathing heavily after the run all the way across the school I sat back in my chair and listened to the morning announcements. As boring as they always are, talking about seniors getting into colleges, the weather, and stupid fundraisers. When will they learn that no one cares about these things. If they wanted to know what the weather was like outside they would just stick their head out of a window.
"Hello class, today we will be learning about Andrew Jackson and his role in our countries growth" my teacher stated. Clearly I wasn't interested, so I rested my head on my arms and day dreamed for the next 80 minutes.

The Change

Chapter 2: The Change

I am sitting in the nurse's office, listening to the gossip coming from the nurses' aid's and glancing at the television. Suffering of a stomach pain after eating my school's poorly made cafeteria food. Peering around the room I observed a couple corny health posters and standard health equipment. Sighing softly and watching a news report about a sudden rise of people being hospitalized for a spreading stomach virus. Scientists are calling it something much more than what it seems. I stifled a laugh when the program switched to commercials and the iconic mayhem car insurance commercial came on. I tried making small talk with the aid's, turning to face the group I spoke, "You know these always make me laugh." There was no response so I just kept to myself.

With a body twitch the pain in my stomach intensified. Gasping I told one of the aids who was sitting to the right of me. The woman in the long white coat turned around and told me it's best I should be taken home. That was a shocker, knowing the Nurses in THIS school they would send me back to class.
"A break from school is just what I need" I chimed in happily. But the feeling of happiness faded as my stomach tightened once more and I vomited onto the floor. Leaving the aid's disgusted and unhappy. I grinned at the thought of them having to clean it up. But that happiness was short lived when I was stricken with the pain again.
"God damn!" I squeaked. "It feels like my insides are twisting around inside of me..." The nurse being the ignorant jerk like usual thought nothing of it and called the office and my mother next. I spent the next half hour talking to myself as I waited for my mom to pick me up.
"I am NEVER eating school food ever again... but still... could I have what the news woman was talking about?" I smiled at the thought of missing school for a long time. "Not to mention I will get to spend a while sitting in my room watching ponies" I smiled weakly.

The nurse picked up the phone and told me to head to the main office and that my mother was here. Walking out of the Nurse's prison clenching my chest I couldn't help but notice something strange on the television while walking by. There was a huge group of people protesting outside of a large building. What was even stranger was the moment I left the room it seemed like My Little Pony came on the news station. Never minding what I just saw I dragged myself down the cold hall. A nodded to a familiar passing by as I reached the main office. I could see my mom through the window. I opened the door slowly and waved.
"Ready to go home honey?" She asked softly.
"Of course, it's not like I am going to stay in here while I'm sick." I smiled.
She opened the entrance door to the school and we strolled out and to the parking lot. She parked right next to the entrance so I wouldn't have to walk far. I got into the car carefully, trying not to upset my stomach. After strapping my seatbelt in I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked paler than usual.
"Mom?" I spoke.
"Yes Jordan?" She replied.
I wanted to tell her about what I saw on the news about the stomach virus but it kind of seemed unnecessary
"N-Never mind, just forget it" I whispered and looked at the ground.

It was a quiet car ride home, when we arrived at the house my mother just told me to get some rest and that she will go out and get me some medicine. Quickly I paced up the steps, excited to spend a whole couple days with my internet friends and ponies. Sadly that idea was shot down when I reached the top of the stair case. It seemed I was hit with a sudden wave of drowsiness and pain.
"I guess sleep IS the best thing for me right now..." I sighed and slugged my way to the bedroom and slowly sat on the mattress. Pulling the warm blanket over top of myself. It was surprisingly comfortable, I felt like a baby being tucked in. Carefully I grabbed my remote and turned on the Television, the news station on. I sighed and thought to myself. Rest has never felt so good before... I closed my eyes and instantly blacked out.

The sound of my annoyance of an alarm clock woke me up. Opening my eyes I had noticed I left my television on. I felt strange today... not just my stomach though. I felt like all the blood had rushed somewhere else. My whole body felt different to me. It felt like my entire body was floating on thin air.
"This is certainly something supernatural." Said the TV news reporter a short blonde woman. As the program turned to commercials I looked up, dazed. The TV and alarm sounded so much louder to me today. Almost as if a construction worker was destroying the floor to my bedroom with a jackhammer.
"ugh..." I moaned, raising my head slowly. My head ached a bit when I moved it. I shook my head from side to side in an attempt to ease the pressure on it.

"God damn why is my TV so-" Before finishing my complaint I became confused, staring at my nose, it seemed so much bigger and... paler than usual, even for sick standards. I went to touch it with my hand but that isn't exactly what happened.
"AGH!" I screamed staring at what used to be my hand. In its place was a white stub. Panicking I threw the covers off of my bed and yelled. Screaming louder when I realized my voice had become much higher pitched and feminine.
"What's going on! What happened to me!?" Inspecting my body. Petrified, I stared down at a stomach with white fur rising up and down rapidly. I shrieked when my eyes trailed lower and saw a tiny slit where my manhood should be.

I tried to stand up to go to the the restroom to view myself in the mirror but fell to the floor. Gasping for air I looked up and had realized all the furniture was... much taller than usual. It was like I had shrunk. And I did shrink, It seemed like I was barely 2 feet off the ground. Shaking my head I attempted to take it all in. All of the brand new feelings and sensations have entranced me.

When I regained control of my senses I tried standing up, only to fall flat on my face. The problem seemed to be my arms and legs have become just two pairs of legs. I lifted a fore leg and waved it around and did the same to the other. Attempting to stand up again using my hind legs first. When I shifted my weight I fell back screaming. Under the impression that I have just broken my legs. Looking back I saw my legs folded back and I was sitting on my new haunches. While looking behind me a wide streak of spiked violet hair extruding from my rear-end shook. I focused and made it wag on my own. I felt like crying but my curiosity has the best of me. All of the new feelings and sensations have taken all of my attention.

Standing up had become the most arduous task. Trying to straighten my hind legs without them collapsing, placing my forelegs in front. After trying for at least 10 minutes I slowly managed to stand up, my legs wobbling as if they were made of gelatin. I felt so strange...
"Honey are you okay?" My mom called from down the steps. She couldn't see me like this, she would freak out. She would probably kick me out of the house, banish me to my lonesome. Call me a freak and not even recognize me. I'm not human.
"Uhm-uh I'm fine mom! Don't come in my room, I just need alone time!" I yelled speaking in a fake, deeper voice. She didn't respond so I came to the conclusion she got the message.

After finally standing up again I had to get to the bathroom so I could look in the mirror and take in my new form and see just exactly what I had become.
"Oh man... what the hell..." I walked awkwardly towards the wooden door. Every step as strange as the next. It felt like I was crawling on my hands and knees like a baby... except this was much different. Successfully reaching the door trying to balance on my hind legs I put a hoof on the knob and instantly felt sick again.
"Crap" I grunted, The door was closed and I clearly did not have the ability to turn the knob with my hooves. I won't even be able to use most of the items I enjoy. Like my computer, or bicycle, or my video games. I bowed my head in silence at the thought of losing most of my pleasures in life. I loved using my laptop to watch videos and talk to friends. The video games were great for getting my emotions out and killing things when I was in a bad mood... after that thought video games didn't seem so fun anymore. They have lost their appeal to me. Too much violence.

Finishing a short period of thinking I whispered.
"I got it! I can at least stare at the TV screens reflection." Trotting cautiously over to the television I pressed the power button with a hoof turning it off and stared at the new me in shock. I was about to scream again but I covered my mouth with a hoof. Instead of a normal human nose or mouth, I had a muzzle. My skin- I mean fur was a creamy white and I had a jagged violet mane falling in front of my eyes. It looked identical to my tail. Lastly I noticed I had tiny wings much like a pegasus in... I realized right at that moment what I have become. Placing my fore hooves on my head, panicking again.
"Oh no... I look just like.... a pony!" A burst of emotion struck me. My face a river of sweat and tears now.
"How could this happen! What could do a thing like this? There has to be a reason, theres always a reason." I continued to stare at my new reflection.

The creaking sound of someone walking up the steps could be heard and my heart sank.
"Are you sure you are alright in there? I heard screaming." My mom spoke softly.
"Y-y-ye-yeah I'm fine." I stuttered in another faux manly voice.
"I'm going out shopping, do you want anything?" She asked.
"N-no I'm fine..." I replied.
My mother walked away from the door and went down the steps. As soon as I heard the front door shut I collapsed onto my bed. Getting in a comfortable position I sat on my haunches and curled up into a ball. Burying my head in the sheets. Finally losing it and letting my emotions go I began to cry. No longer did Jordan the human high school art student exist. What took his place was Jordan the cream colored pony... Not even a colt... I was a damn filly.

What is Steve going to think of this? He is my best friend and all but... his high intolerance to My Little Pony... he has to understand! He promised he would get off of drugs and drinking so hopefully the confrontation if it ever happens will go well. Depressed I let go of a heavy sigh. My friends, my family, and my life... it will never be the same.

My life had been changed forever

The Decision

The Decision

Chapter 3: The Decision

I opened my eyes slowly. The Breeze of the vent underneath my bedside tickling my coat.
"ergh" Groaning, I stretched my forelegs outwards. Still no where near used to the feeling... of having no hands or arms for that matter. The only part I found easy of my change to get used to was my change in size. Everything else is just so... so different. The feeling of my wings brushing against the soft fabric of my sheets. Or the feeling of sitting on my haunches instead of my butt. I like it though to be blatantly honest. I mean it is uncomfortable at first but once you get used to it. It feels like something you would do normally, an instinct. But then of course there is the fact I am a completely opposite gender. My "little dudes" are gone... now all I have is... well yeah. I mean just as a different gender I feel... so much weaker. Not in a strength sense, just like. Like I am a much more sensitive pers- pony than I used to be.
"This is bad... the is really bad" I moaned, not entirely comfortable with my new voice yet. There is no possible way I can hide away in this room forever without being noticed by my parents... or my siblings. Either way I am most likely going to get a negative ending. If I stay and they find me everypo- everyone will be scared of me. Unsure if I am their son or just an imposter pretending to be him. On the other hand if I run away and leave everything behind. I will lose my friends. Well whatever friends I have that aren't on the internet. My family will probably be heartbroken to come into my bedroom to find me missing... but that is most likely the safest thing for me to do. I would much rather leave my disappearance a mystery rather than have my family be disgusted of me. I whimpered at the thought. I don't want to hurt my family but I don't want to be hated by them. There is no possible way I could convince them I was me.

I banged my head on the bed frame, tossing and turning. Staring at my hooves.
"It looks like there's nothing better to do than just pack up and leave." I sighed moaning quietly.

Slowly and carefully I slid off the bed. Still not completely used to balancing and moving around with my new body structure. After I got in control of my balance I walked over to my desk and attempted to pop open my laptop with my muzzle.
"I might as well see if I can still use this thing. If I can't use the internet anymore I might as well be dead." I smiled faintly but my emotions quickly faded. Once the screen turned on and my desktop appeared I controlled the cursor with my snout.
"Typing is going to be a chore" I whispered a little depressive. I pushed down the trackpad and Google Chrome booted up. One letter at a time I entered the URL for Facebook and hit the enter key. Dragging the cursor over the box to type in my status I froze.
"This is it..." The words were hard to force out of my mouth. My eyes began to water as I slowly typed the words "good bye" and clicked the button to post.

Closing my laptop with a hoof I glanced around the bedroom wondering. I am going to miss my glossy posters, the angle of my bed where I could browse the internet without a single eye being able to peek. There was so much I was never get to see again but it was for the best. Reaching under my bed I grabbed a canvas backpack with my teeth and placed it on my bed. I trotted back over to my desk pulling the charging chord to my laptop out of the power socket. Then I placed the chord and the computer in my mouth and trotted them over to my bed. I paused for a moment setting the items in the bag.
"Hmmm..." I thought. "There is NO way I am the only person that... that this happened to." Trotting over to the television and turning it on and switching to the news station. A tiny old woman with dark blonde hair blinked onto the screen.
"The whole country is in panic." I groaned at the sound of that. I sat back on my haunches with my eyes focused on the TV. "Some are calling it an alien invasion. Others a conspiracy." I scratched a hoof on the hardwood floor gloomily repeating what the reporter had said.
"Alien...." That's what I was. I was an alien, an outcast from society... from the human race. An ugly pony creature with giant softball sized eyes, 4 legs, and wings. I was a monster... I was certain now that the humans- that word floated around in my head. I was certain that the humans I can no longer call my family will be devastated and in shock. I HAD to leave. It was my only option.

Returning my focus to the television.
"Back to you Jim." The screen flickered and there was now a mid aged man sitting at a desk on the television. "We have received no further words on the situation from our sources on the subject. We will return tonight at 8 with a broadcast devoted to the issue." He finished his statement and the program ended. The commercials began to start again.
"I guess its best if I left now, If I wait too long my mom will come home and find me. Placing a note on my television I hurried and put all of my favorite belongings into the sack and made my way to the door. Stopping in front of it.

My first obstacle on the road... this knob. With caution I opened my mouth and got a good grip on the knob with my teeth. Surprised at how strong my teeth and jaw have become. Twisting the knob and opening the door with ease I galloped to the stair case just about getting the hang of walking. The taste of metal clinged to my tongue and it was sickening.

One step at a time I moved down the steps. Every move I make causing a creaking sound to come from the old wooden stair case.

After reaching the final step I just stood there staring at the front door. My mind was racing, I was about to leave my old life behind. Hell I don't understand why I am not freaking out right now. Just hours ago I was a normal human being. And now... I'm an alien. Well a pony to be technical. That doesn't matter though, I am not of the master species any more and I don't belong here.
"Oh great." I muttered, seeing the door's lock is far out of my reach. Looking at the ground I frowned. "I swear to god I never thought I would do this in my life, not even once." I turned around and trotted into the living room and to the back door of the house. Taking off my canvas backpack and pushing it through the old dog door. I sighed and squeezed through the flap after the bag. Just a second before the flap closed behind me I could hear the sound of the front door being opened with new sensitive ears. Next I heard the sound of the steps creaking, then the sound of the door opening.... and then the scream...

I covered my ears and hid by the side of the house. Having never heard a sound like that come out of my mother. What was wrong with me, I should of gone in and comforted her. Sat next to her and let her know I was there, that I hadn't run away. But the dog door is a one way exit and I have made my decision. I couldn't fix things and make everything alright. Instead I was just sitting there... tears running down my face sobbing like there is no tomorrow. It was too late to turn back. I am gone. Out of everything I have done in my life this has to be the stupidest. I shouldn't of jumped to conclusions and automatically decided she wouldn't love me anymore. Banging my head on the outer side of the house I repeated in a whisper.
"It's too late... It's too late... It's too late..." "wh-" My short moment of mourning was put to an end when my ears perked up and I heard the faint honk of a police siren.

Fleeing was my main priority when I could hear the sound of sirens coming closer. Who knows what would happen if a police officer caught site of me. What if I am sent to some sort of hospital for infected, or killed, or even worse... have my body studied for science... no... I am just over reacting... I trotted slowly to the gate in the back yard, the pine cones and twigs crunching under my hooves. The backyard trees loomed over me as if they were mocking me, laughing at the stupid decision I have just made. The second I got to the other side of the gate and closed it behind me I put a hoof against the splintered wood and whispered.
"Good bye".
Turning around I trotted swiftly down the sidewalk. This was one of the most uncomfortable parts yet. I have absolutely no clothes on and I am out in public.

I saw a pair of drivers passing by me on the road ahead, pointing, gasping, staring, speeding to get away. As they disappeared into the distance I wept. There were always times when I joked on the internet about people being "forever alone" or losers... now I know what it feels like to be on the other end of that insult....
I don't like it at all. With my head hung low it began to rain.
"How cliché" I muttered to myself.

The walk of despair

The walk of despair

Chapter 4: The walk of despair

I can't believe I am thinking about what I am right now. It is shocking how horrible the humans can be at times. How could they point and look at me in fear or be so rude as to run away terrified of my difference. Why aren't they accepting it? It was on the news I saw it myself so why aren't they treating me like another normal being...

I had my eyes on a little girl playing hopscotch in a drive way ahead of me with her mother. The pair were enjoying themselves so well. Every so often the woman would hug her daughter and express a kind of love that seems like the past to me... I don't have a family anymore. There was a scream and I saw the girl sitting on her knees crying. Worried I galloped to her and looked up at her smiling. "Are you alright sweetie h-" As the little girl looked up at me smiling softly I felt a sharp pain hit me in the back of the head.
"Get out of here!" Yelled the woman. "Get! Keep your filth away from my daughter you... you beast!" She smacked me again leading me to canter off as far away as possible. No matter how far away I got I could still hear the screaming and crying of the young girl ring in my ear. I was the center of attention. Men and women were honking their horns and yelling at me from all directions. Some even chased me, but I kept running and running until the torment stopped.

I shook my wet mane and sat down next to a bush at the entrance to a shopping center. Burying my head I cried more than I have in my entire life. Why would someone treat me like that, even after I acted so kindly to the girl. I don't like this at all, when I was a human all I wanted was to be a pony and to trot happily in Equestria. That dream is more like a nightmare turned real now. I had no idea I would be treated so poorly, would I have done the same thing if I was still a human? If I was still a boy? one of those mean animals again? Slowly standing up I continued my walk... my walk of despair.

Nearing the end of the block the smell of freshly baked bread caught my interest. My deep frown slowly lifted into a smile as I followed the smell to a tiny bakery in the shopping center. A bell jingled when I pushed the door open with my muzzle. Standing right in front of the glass case containing the sugary sweets and breads. I spoke softly to the old bearded man at the counter.
"U-uhm can I have some bread please I am kind of hungry." The man looked around unable to see me.
"Wh-who's there?" He asked, obviously terrified. I balanced on my hind legs and poked my head over the tall counter.
"Um, me sir" I spoke in a more confident voice.
The old man screamed and fell back off of his chair. "What are you!? agh! Get out of here!" he yelled right in my face.
Getting back on all fours I headed towards the door with my head drooping to the ground. Once I left the bakery I trotted around to the back side and sat down. Taking my bag off my back I searched through it with my muzzle, pulling out a plushie of a tiny turqoise pony with a rainbow man, tail, and big blue wings in my teeth.
"Rainbow Dash..." I whispered. "Why can't I have your courage to just keep on walking and ignore these mean people." rubbing the doll against my face.

While I was playing with my toy and not paying attention the back door to the bakery opened slowly and quietly. I felt a human hand touch the top of my head and rub the back of my ears. Smiling, I closed my eyes and rested my head on the bag. My consciousness fading slowly the mysterious person kissed the top of my head and left. I fell a sleep.

I opened my eyes to darkness. It was night time. Yawning I stood up and stretched. Grabbing my bag, attaching it to my back. As I took a step forward my hind leg brushed against something. Curiously I looked down and saw a big brown paper bag with a note on it. I leaned over to get a better look. The note read "I'm sorry.". After sniffing the bag I ripped it open with my teeth happily. Sticking my head into the bag and pulling it out with a big biscuit in my mouth. Chewing with a big smile on my face. I sat back down and thought about what to do next. Speaking to my self. "Let's see, I can maybe go see if Steven will let me into his home. I mean we are best friends there is no way he wouldn't be able to recognize me. He should just be down the street if I remember the roads correctly."

While whistling the tune to one of my favorite songs I skipped to the front door of my friends house and knocked a few times on the door.
"Who is it?" Called a familiar voice.
"It's Jordan, can you let me in?" I replied softly.
"Jordan! What the hell man?! The police are looking everywhere for you! I got phone calls and everything dude. Your mom is taking it really f***ing badly." I cringed when I heard that word. And suddenly thoughts of my family and what they are going through right now filled my head. It is the last thing I want to be reminded of.
"C-can you please let me in?" I asked.
"Not until you tell me why you ran away from home dude, its so f***ing insane." he yelled. I cringed again and shook my head. Did I use that language when I was a human? Was I that rude?
"Well you see-" I Began to speak.
"Hey What's going on with your voice too dude. You sound like a faggot." Stepping back I thought to myself. Is this Really A good Idea?...

Steven opened the door and the can of beer he was holding dropped and spread all throughout his moms perfectly white carpet. Oh no... When he opened the door he was expecting to see Jordan, an average sized slim boy with wispy dark brown hair and ivory white skin. Instead he saw a 3 foot tall marshmallow-y unreal looking pony with gigantic eyes and a spiky violet mane.
"Holy shi*!" He screamed. Cringing again I backed up, frowning. I sat there in the awkward silence, watching my best friend stare at me like he has seen some sort of ugly demon.
"So c-can I come in Steven?" I asked patiently.
"Wh-what the f***! there's no way I would let you in. You can't be Jordan. It's f***ing impossible!" He pulled at his hair, spazzing out. Steven always was the hardest at sympathizing because when he saw my ears fold down and heard the sound of me whimpering he lost it.

"You are not Jordan!" He screamed in complete rage. "Jordan isn't some flaming tiny ass faggot horse with those huge ass f***ing eyes!" I fell back onto my butt rubbing an eye with my hoof. With my eyes watering I let go of a tiny sob. "Oh look I made the little p**sy cry! Don't you dare come to my f***ing house pretending to be my best friend!" He took a step forward and kicked me in my new sensitive stomach with all of his strength. I rolled off of the porch and onto his lawn. "Never come back you hear me!? You! Are! Not! Jordan!" He screamed like a banshee one last time and slammed the door to his house shut. And I just sat there whimpering, curled up in a ball. Tears covering my face as I sob uncontrollably.
"W-w-why..." I placed a hoof over where Steven kicked me and poked it, howling in pain. Either Steven was in denial or truly didn't recognize me... either way I have just lost a friend. On the other side of the door I could hear smashing and yelling.

Soon every light in the neighborhood started to turn on, the houses stretching down half mile all starting to glow. One after one Men and women a like came out of their front doors to get a peek at what kind of chaos has occurred. I had to get out of here. I pulled myself a cross the yard and out of the way slowly. Hiding behind a big bush.

I waited for what seemed like centuries. The sound of the night time creatures keeping me company until finally the last door shut and everything returned back to normal in the neighborhood. All but one thing was normal, me. Sitting up I rubbed my wound and thought to myself again. Why would he do such a thing. Why did I make him so mad? Was it something I said? Was it something I did? I slowly stood up.
"It doesn't matter anymore, if he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore than so be it. If humans are going to treat me like this why should I bother being so kind to them!" I felt sick to my stomach after speaking. How could I say such an awful thing. I shouldn't be rude to someone just because they are mean to me... Before getting back onto the sidewalk I trotted up to a window and peeked through to look at their clock. 7:00 PM. One more hour until I figure out what happened to me. Why I have become this monster to society.

Once I got to the end of the neighborhood I saw the lights of the local Starbucks glowing in the distance.
"Gee I sure am glad I have a fear of the dark." I whimpered and started limping down a hill and towards the shopping center. Peering back and forth paranoid after about ever step I took. When I reached the curb I saw a metal beast of a truck zoom past me. Taking a deep breath I galloped into the street. Darting forward glancing to my right as a set of bright headlights blinded me and I just stood there frozen. The ear piercing sound of a horn snapped me out of my daze and I leaped to the other side of the street breathing heavily, my stomach throbbing.
"I... am never... doing that again...." Getting back onto my hooves I walked down onto the side walk and to the entrance of the café. Taking a deep breath I nudged open the door and snuck in quietly without being noticed. Warily I hid under the table closest to the television and asked in a deep voice.
"Hey, can you turn on Channel Six?" The man behind the counter grabbed a remote changed the channel. And now I must wait until eight o'clock.