Well...this is hard, how do I begin?.
I pretty much think the word is full of poo-heads right now. From the princesses to the ones who got her, who the ones who prose.....that big word, charged her! I mean, it’s all for my “Safety and hygiene and wealth standards”, as they told me, but who are they to take away my mommy?
I admit, she had a few “Issues”, little things, sometimes I had to cook dinner ‘cause she was with a medicine related headache. She would be drinking more of that medicine that smells, looks and I believe must taste an awful lot like cider, and she would be fine! Other times she let me watch horror movies on the pony channel, but she is right! She said...
“Ruby, I believe a mare should develop a back bone sooner or later, and I do not mean a tail, if you want to watch it, then go ahead! Could stop you, but I won’t.”
That was my idea! Not hers! And though I still have nightmares about “Pony the 13th” and “Nightmare on the Ponyville’s streets”, it’s due to me being a little dumb. Just a little bit, but Freddy griffin and Jason the zombie Zebra are pretty bad! It’s perfectly normal that I’d have those nightmares.
And so what if I she let me taste the sweet flavor of cider? I didn't like it, It made me feel all funny in my head, but if she gave it to me it must have been safe, right? Some kind of flavored kid’s version of it.
The point is, except Apple Bloom, all of those fillies and colts have their parents to take care of them, and even if Apple Bloom doesn't, she still has an amazing sister! What do I have? The big pony up said, after the sentence, that I’d be placed in the foster system. I don’t want to go to the foster system! What if the care takers are mean?
And who would adopt me? Just look at me! I already have my cutie mark! Nowadays the possible parents just want to adopt foals, and young fillies and colts. Scootaloo had to wait years before being adopted, and now off I go to her place in Ponyville’s center for detainment of troubled colts, fillies, and orphans. I’m not a troubled filly! I do my homework, and I study, and I never snapped!
I’m mad at everyone who helped put my mommy in a place I can’t see her, saying I’m forbidden, I’m mad at the princesses (for the sentence was uttered “Under the Princess of the Sun’s reign, Celestia, The Princess of the Night, Luna, and the Princesses of friendship and love, Twilight and Candance), I’m mad at all the random stallions and Mares who testified due to “having kids and knowing when a filly is sad”, well, I’m sad cause you are taking away the status quo, that funny word that means everything remains the same. I don’t even know how to feel, saddened? Betrayed? Afraid? Angered? My life is so confusing right now and all I know is....I’m doing not too well.
I keep repeating the testament of Fluttershy in my head, like she is some kind of expert in behavior or something, just because you are respected in your community that doesn't mean you know what the heck you’re talking about. She said....
“As someone who, hun, who takes care of wounded and sick and poor little animals, I believe, that, what she did, was monstrous” then she looked at me “I’m sorry, Ruby, but one day you will understand, I've noticed you quite the times before, and you always had a look of preoccupation or sadness on your face, I, didn't want to put myself in someone else’s hooves, cause I felt it was none of my business, but I have to now! Ruby this is for your own good, I think she’s guilty!”
What worried and sad looks? I must have been like that because of a test, or other crappy reason. I feel like this is just kind of a thing that would pass on it’s on, if ponies, minded their own lives and not mine! But no, instead I’m being forced to grow up, and not even grow up my body, which would make me slender and awesome, no, I’m growing up mentally, the worse kind of growing up. I guess I can’t trust anypony. It’s like that, I’m off to some kind of center, and there I go, my every life movement being controlled. It’s worse than any kind of Bullying or anything I have ever had the displeasure of facing. The trial wasn't even fair, they pulled photos and things I did not say in a long time, and they just....kind of ran with it. Due they get a sick feeling of warmth every time they take away something precious to a filly? Because she was my mom and I...I...am bonded to her....and I...
It’s just not fair, I mean, she also told me bad stories about zebras, about how they are mean, and they steal, and eat bad fillies alive if they misbehave, and she had her special zebra whistle that called zebras, so I had to do all the chores, and my homework, and buy her her “medicine” or else she’d call a zebra. But it’s true! Just look at Zecora, is that her name? She’s full of weird stuff, she rhymes all the time, and she poisoned and cursed Apple Bloom with multiple cutie marks just for fun, and then she pretended to be good and saved her, that’s what my mommy said.
Mommy was, or is cool! She sometimes gets me random things out of the random stallions she parties with and rubs her special parts against, like, one time she got me the “Walking Dead Zebras” comics, which weren’t that much filled with happy colors and funny characters, and one time she got me a pong machine, from Button’s dad! I mean, it’s little things like those that make me want my mommy back.
Or if not my mommy, then at least one of the dozens of stallions she rubbed her parts with and specially the one that injected the little me on my mommy, that is my dad,
But please! I don't want to go....bring me back mommy or daddy, or whoever!
Please?
Author's Note
Woot, and here it is, my first story in English ever, now, I have written about 30-40 fanfics in Portuguese over my life, and people tell me they are pretty good, but with English....I'm way out of my comfort zone, and, as a first timer on this sort of thing, I'm sure I made a series of small or big mistakes, I'd like to ask you all, if you've read this, to please post feedback and help me improve, but, if you don't want to, that's fine, I mean, it's your choice.
Thank you for reading.
And see you next time.
