Clipped Wings

Later that day, a colt with a black coat and a light blue mane named Thunderlane came over to Derpy and I. He was calling us names like calling Derpy an ‘Idiot’. Thank Celestia that he didn’t know who I was at first, but then he asked me for my name.

“And what’s your name?!” said Thunderlane, pointing a hoof in my face.

“Umm,” I said quietly.

“Oh, her name Crash Landing!” shouted Derpy.

“Crash Landing? What kind of name is that?”

My eyes started to tear up when he said that, my name to special to me. When I was born, I went nameless for a week, but my parents found out I had AP, which meant I was accident prone.

Thunderlane’s taunting never died down. Every single day of flight camp he teased me, calling me ‘Loser’, ‘Klutz’ and ‘Trip-and-Fall Filly’.