Breakaway

Shadow Song and I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor. My dad was in the living room reading clop magazines and my brother was at a hockey game with my grandpa out of town.

None of our families knew Shadow Song and I were in a relationship. We had been romantically together for a few months at the time. Yes I love a mare. I'm not embarrassed to express my passion towards her to someponies. I was afraid to tell adults because I was worried they were going to tell my family and my grandma was going to tell Shadow's parents forcing us to break up.

Nopony had ever found me attractive while all my friends had gone through three coltfriends. Shadow Song and I had been best friends since when we were fillies and she confessed her love to me back in September. She's the only pony I've ever loved and she's the only pony who has ever loved me.

Like me, she has her disabilities. We hate social situations and we're both very sensitive....well except her sensitivity is worse. She gets angry and completely ignores everypony, especially me. Now she's mad at me because I was going to Ponyville to study friendship. I don't get it. She goes everywhere around the whole god-damn world and I don't bitch and whine. I finally had a rare opportunity to go somewhere more than six hours away and she ignores me.

"How long are you going to stay in Ponyville for?" Shadow quietly asked.

"Two months", I mumbled as I looked down in shame.

She curled up on my floor with her back towards me. I did the same at the close distance. After a while without acknowledging my existence, she got up and went to the living room to start packing. I hunched down at the doorway as if I was a lion stalking it's prey.

Right as the grew pegasus left, I snuck out of my room to find my dad reading his clop magazines not taking notice to the departure.

"Shadow Song is mad at me because I'm going to Ponyville." I said flatly expecting him to listen to me.

"Buck her", The husky pony did not look up from his magazine, "She's such a crybaby."

I hate it when he talks bad about her. It hurt but I couldn't help but agree. Although I was excited to go to Ponyville, It wasn't my choice to go. Bringing up my social disabilities again, it's hard for me to make new friends. I'm fine around my group of friends and in certain classes, I'm scared of talking to strangers. The 'normal" ponies think I'm weird. The bitches look at me like I look like shit, some ponies ignore me, and everypony else talks to me like I'm retarded. I was never able to fit in.

As a filly I was in special needs class up until I was eight. They promoted me to regular education and put me in a class full of strange ponies who all knew each other since kindergarten. Everypony thought I was weird and ignored me. They left me out in group activities, left me all by myself on the playground and in the cafeteria. When I was ten I got publicly humiliated when somepony wrote a cruel story about me in the class book. I got shunned by everypony after. This all happened until I was thirteen when I decided to be in special education again.

Because of this and the loneliness at home, I had more than twenty therapists in my lifetime and been in three social groups. Not much help at all. I'm still very depressed.

My grandma wrote to Princess Celestia to take me in for the last two months of school to learn about friendship. It's very difficult to be accepted into the program. Most students are unicorns destine to learn magic with a very high IQ. Not like my IQ was low or anything. I took a test different than others and passed. I got accepted because I'm "special". Thus I was Princess Twilight's very first student.

I was for sure not going to miss my family at all. I just felt I was no way related to them. I even look nothing like them! Well my dad's side anyway. I never knew my mom's side but I knew we all look exactly alike. Blue coat and blonde mane. I'm also distinct compared to them as well. I have natural streaks of red, blue, and green. Not sure why but it's awesome.

Only my dad's side raised me and I hate them. My grandpa is okay even though he sometimes uses me as a verbal punching bag. My dad is fat, disgusting, and jobless. My grandma is a bitch who gets her kicks by yelling at me and my brother is more "special" then me. My family treats him better than me because of that. Also because he has a pair of balls and the first born. He's almost a full grown stallion and has birthday parties fit for a foal. As a mature pony I am, I have an "adult dinner" at  my favorite restaurant for my birthday. Everypony goes to his birthdays and graduations and shower him with big gifts and many congrats! Less than ten ponies had gone to my parties and I only get a congrats and a pat on the back. I tried to tell my family the favoritism hurt, but they don't care. My dad denied it and my grandparents yelled at me.

Now about Shadow Song, I had mixed feelings. I didn't know whether to miss her or not. I love her but she's bossy, selfish, and moody. She wanted to be with me every second. That's why she didn't want me to go to Ponyville. I like being with her a lot but I like my solitude as well. I never had time to pursue my talent in art, run errands, do my homework, and even bathe. Ponyville is an opportunity to breakaway from my normal life and all the stressors.