He's Not Different

Furball was sitting in class, bored out of his mind. He was also worried, because he was getting bullied more and mkre, and didn't want to leave so it could happen. He couldn't wait to get back home.

'And this is why the pegasi and earth ponies split up.' The bell rang. 'Remember, tomorrow we have a test on this! Study study study!' Ms. Cherilee said to her students.

As he was getting out of school, Furball was thinking about how he would approach this.

'How will I tell them? Mom will be considerate, but I don't know about Dad. I really hope they won't hate mebecause of this.

He was walking home, since after today, he can't use his wings. He was having a peaceful walk, until some bulles from school followed him and stopped him

"'Sup Furby, what're you doing?"

"Trying to get home, Derange, what does it look like?"

The three laughed at him.

"Uh-oh, somepony's a tough guy now! What ever will I do?" He teased. Furball was already tired of him and just wanted to go home. He knew that that wouldn't happen. They kept pushing him around, until he dropped is stuff.

"Hey, take his bag!"

"No stop, I need that!"

"And that's exactly why we're taking it." They kept tossing it around. Back and forth, the bag went. He didn't even bother trying to get it. He knew his attempts weren't worth it. He readied his wings, and flew up, grabbed the backpack, and he flew as fast as he could back home.

"Hey, we're not done with you!" They yelled. "Go get him." The two pegasi flew in the air as fast as they could. They knew they'd never catch him.

"Get back here, cross-breed!" They yelled to him.

In the sky, it seemed just as busy as on ground. Pegasi flying everywhere, alot of clouds, it was hectic for Furball. He was trying his hardest not to crash or hit anyone, and for him, that's hard. He was a cross-breed. he can go two times faster than the regular pegasus. But just because he was fast, didn't mean he would be able to outfly them. He noticed they flew 90° upward. He stopped and turned around. They were gone. He knew that wouldn't be the last time he'd them, and it wouldn't be. He quickly flew to ground and flew back to the cottage. He made his way through the door before he flew to his room like a jet.

"Spike, this is the third time he's come home and flown straight to his room. I think you should talk to him." Fluttershy said to Spike, who was enjoying a Sapphire sandwich.

"Alright I will, after this sandwich."

"Now Spike." She said sternly. He knew she meant business.

"Fine." Spike got up and walked to Furballs room.

"Hey Furball, It's me. Can I come in?"

"Nope. I really don't want you too."

"Well then, it's a good thing I'm your father." Spike said entering he room. Furball sat up.

"Well are you gonna tell m ewhats wrong or what?"

"What."

"Hilarious, Fur. Seriously, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well, maybe I'd believe that, if you don't come home everyday the same way, so eager to see us." Spike said sarcastically.

"Fine. These bullies keep following me home and I can't stop them."

"Oooh. Bullies. Do they make fun of you for being a cross-breed?"

"That's a start. They just do it because it's fun I guess. Maybe because I'm new, or because I'm vulnerable, I don't know. All I know is that they won't stop."

"Have you tried telling anybody?"

"Teachers all the time. They don't listen."

Spike paid close attention to Furball. He cared abut his crisis, and was relly angry.

"What happened to your wing?"

"I uhh... fell."

"Furball..."

"I was pushed down stairs by them."

"Are you kidding me? And teachers don't do anything? I'm going to school tomorrow. I'm going to talk to your teachers about this."

"Dad, please don't do anything. You're going to embarrass me."

"If i start embarrassing you, stop me. I'm only going to be helpng you."

"No Dad, you can't help me. I'm different and this is why I get bullied. Because I'm a cross-breed. I'm just a joke to everypony. I wish i was dead."

"Really, Furball? Dead? I'm not going to let you sit here and talk down like this. You're not different. Look at me boy." Spike said sternly, turning Furballs head towards him.

"You're not different. You're just like everypony else. You were born from two loving parents, and you're unique in your own way. Yeah, Papa Spike is starting to sound cheesy, but I'm going to tell you right now, ponies will tell you it's going to get better? It's not. It's not unless you make it better."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement." He said sarcastically. "Can you leave now?"

"Fine, I'll get out of your scales. But Fur," Furball looked up. "Promise me you'll talk to me about things please. You're my only son. We should be closer."

"Okay Dad." These words he actually listened to. He wanted to trust his Dad more, but he was nervous.

And he should be.