Chapters A sharp pain in my heart...
I got on the bus only to see all the seats open so i plop down in a seat and pick up my book bag. Rummaging through my bag i find my headphones, just like the living tombstone, i have always wanted to shake hoofs with him and ask him how he does it. grabbing my Ipod i turned it on and put the headphones on. they were cold but ill make them hot. Constantly the bus revved up and slowed down, The worst felling ever is when a bus is moving and then just stops. I sat there for an hour before i finally took my headphones off and looked around me and saw what the others were doing.
One pony was punching a mare in the face for making fun of him, another was fucking around with the broken seat by using his hoofs to try and bend it forward and eventually giving up. Others were hopping over seats and one with his head out the window. His mane was spraying dried gel one every other pony behind him. Then you still had the fucking people talking about the hoofball game ageist the next town over, goddess-damn i hate hoofball. Goddess-damn fools beating the shit out of each other for a FUCKING LEATHER BALL! Who in the hell wants to see that? but whatever i pack my shit and get onto the Ponyville high school campus and all i can do is pray that i wont go through complete hell...
A sharp pain in my heart...
Have you ever woke up and thought maby today was going to be good, i bet you do...
My name is Eletro vibe, this is because my live for electric music and im able to tell the differences, although this is nice, it pisses me off to no end.
Every goddess-damm day i have fucking ignorant pony's walk up to me and fucking ask "yo vibe did you hear that new lil hoof song, smack a mare"? i'll fucking
look at him, he has no rite to fucking exist, nobody should ever hit a mare. i fucking hate pony's like him. my music is at least clean. i try to keep it clean
but what in the fuck does it matter, it doesn't even matter, our shitty ass world has gone to hell and we don't deserve to live here...
A sharp pain in my heart...
i fucking woke up today to my room smelling like fucking shit, oh wait its always like that. i get outa bed and trot over the shower and get ready for school.
Then after i get cleaned up i walk over to the couch where i sit my flank down. as i grab the remote for the tv im invade by my cats goddess-damn whining. i hate
that fucking cat, bane of my mornings. i just tune it out and watch TV. after about 30 mins i get up and grab my pack look around. im use to having my mother there,
i miss her, she passed away from brain cancer a few months ago. i fucking still remember the day...
i was dressed for fucking perfection. the day we went to have her cremated, i fucking hated everything even more that day. the man at the hospital was nice but i
could not stand to look at my mother. she was the only pony that i had any respect for whatsoever, everybody else i hated. she taught me everything. i loved her so.
her family treated her like shit, her life was a consent game of reption. she woke up with me every morning we would both get a cup of coffie and watch the news.
we would talk about how each others work was doing. she hated her job, she worked at Walmart, full of asshole ponys who fucking underpay you and sit there so
fucking smug as if they want you to fucking go broke.
ok i need to stop his is making me want to cry, i grabed my pack and ran out the door and waited for the bus...
A sharp pain in my heart...
when i get of the bus the principle is there, Iron heart, hes a bit creepy. but i make my way to the steps by the freshmen building. walking there i notice other ponys walking to breakfast, did i mention how much i hate breakfast? well i fucking hate it.
anyway im walking over to the steps that the freshmen and there it hits me, litraly a hoofball tossed by the new goddess-dammed quarterback , goddess for bid i dont even know the damn ponys name. so i levitate the damn ball and send it flying over the ponys head and into the hoofball field. "oops my bad" just as smug as i could be. that fucking retard beleved me and said thanks for the throw, fucking moron...
i sit my flank down on one of the steps and pull out my music once more, and some fucking pony walks up to me and starts dancing like a fucking fool. i stare at him for a min or two and he keeps dancing so i levitate the music player and click the pause button. he keeps dancing like its still playing, finally i just give up and walk away but goddess for bid he just starts to follow me wile dancing. i keep ignoring him untill the bell rings and walk into the building.
A sharp pain in my heart...
great a fucking hour and a half in English, or as they call it "freshman seminar" i walk into the room with that FUCKING DANCING FOOL BEHIND ME! what does he even have a life to get to? well i take my seat and so he leaves the room. i have never been so happy to have a pony away from me. Mr red ink is sitting at the desk with one hoof on the mouse and one trying to round people up for class. im sitting there reading the book "the silence of the ponys" its a great story but let me not ramble about the story...
we start class with our warm up, we got to think of something that we overcome in life. we started to write, we had ten min to do it. goddess-damn i could not think of a thing to write and then something poped into my mind but i did not want to write it, it fell wrong. all i could think of was my mother but i did not know i should write that. my thoughts flooded back...
that man at the cremation place, a fucking asshole he was. every goddess-damn day he sees a greiveing family and sees profit of it, i hate people like him, but he has to make a living.he sits there with his fucking black suit and green tie and we start negotiations what we needed. my father thought he knew what he was doing...no ill just stop there for now, for now.
back to work i need to focus, i finished it on the fucking fool who followed me around and humiliated him and got him praise. i had no other choice it had to happen. after we did that we need to write definitions of words down. Mr red ink makes it a walk around and find the words kinda thing. its fucking annoying is what it is. we working on them and its a fucking mess with twenty people over here and another ten over here, finally we finish and we get started on a book called "the life of a part time buffalo" we started to read it and there was some swearing and goddess for bit they start giggling and snickering.
