Ponies in my Middle School

     I was running as fast as my legs would carry me. No way was I going to be late for language arts again! I swear, my orchestra teacher never gives us any time to pack up! How long does he think it takes to scramble through a crowd of noisy kids in a tiny room, getting your violin case out of the cage, putting your violin in the case neatly, putting it back in the cage and putting your stand away? There's some things I don't like about Crescent Moon Middle School. For example, my orchestra teacher being a whack job! Oh, I'm sorry, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jessica Thompson, and I am a Pegasister, just a few kids at school pick on me for being one. Do they not know how enjoyable, how amazing and how EPIC it is? Obviously not.

       The only person who actually understands me is my theatre teacher, Ms. Peach. What she said to me on the first day of sixth grade, I could always remember.

"I know you said to bring in something like a poster or something so I got the only poster I had." I lied, I had literally tons of My Little Pony posters, I just wanted to make excuse and not be a geek.

"You know, I know a few kids in the neighborhood who loves ponies, too, they're the exact age as you." I remember her saying,

"Really?" I said.

"Yes." She answered. She hung up the poster and that's all I could remember. Since I wanted to take theatre in seventh grade, too, she left it up. I checked it every day to see if there were any rips or writing on it. None so far. Instead, underneath it was a spectacular drawing of Octavia. At least I know there's at least one brony in my school.

         People don't usually bully me for being a Pegasister. They usually just ask questions like, "Why is your notebook decorated with unicorns? Do you really have to put pony stickers on your locker? I really love your drawings, but why ponies? Bla bla bla bla bla!" The only person who has a "problem" with it is Angelene Dreiner. Ugh! Even talking about her makes me nauseous. I was her friend in elementary school and she got nastier every year. Well, accually she was nasty the whole time, I just didn't see it. She'd force me to hang out with her so I can't play with my real friends. By the time I got to sixth grade in middle school, I thought she changed, but I was wrong. I only see her in gym, first period which is the worst because she comes to me before school starts. I call her Angle Bunny because she acts just like Angle when he's angry or snotty. In sixth grade, I asked her if she's heard of My Little Pony. She said no and I told her about it. When she heard enough, she snapped at me and said that I'm a baby. She gossiped about me only to my friend who believes me, Diane Cook. She never watched it but she knew that if I loved something, it was for a good reason. I don't get it! She's never seen it, and she's judging it! So it has colorful ponies, SO WHAT?! I've never got the gutts to tell her how I feel about her. I'm too scared. But someday, someday I will prove to her just what ponies are about!