When I was little, I grew up poor. I didn't get new shoes every year like most kids, I didn't eat as much as must kids, surely didn't have two married parents, but instead I learned that being poor was the worst social class you could EVER be apart of. Being poor got me bullied! I was thrown up against walls, only to come home with a black eye, having to explain to my mother that, "I tripped". Being bullied has taught me that people can, and will be at one point, jerks.
When I got into first grade, I tried to keep my nickname a HUGE secret. I was actually doing a good job at it. However it was the start of the second half of the year, and my best friend's mom came to pick him up from class. I haven't found out why, even to this day, but as my class was walking to lunch, Ms. Spider, (Yes that was her real last name) said, "Hey Mickey!" I tried to avoid looking at her, but she walked up to me, asking if I knew where my friend was, avoiding her was flawed. Weeks after that day the other first graders found out my nickname, calling me, "Mickey Mouse". I would come home acting like was sick so that I didn't haft to go to school the next day. I did it until I reached my maximum ten day limit.
I failed first grade, and had to repeat it. At first my mom said that she knew I wasn't learning as fast as the others did. However my old class made fun of me now that they were in second grade. They would laugh at me, calling me a failure, and saying I shouldn't even been born at all. I ignored them as much as my will would let me, until I would break out into tears as I came home from the bus.
This effected me until I passed second grade, and my mom thought it would've been a good idea to leave the south, to move up north. We stayed with my 'aunt' while I went through third grade. I was on a role, meeting, and passing third grade expectations. The whole school loved me, and most of the third grade teachers really did cry as I said "I'm moving back to the south." They gave me a little dolphin that I still keep even now that I'm sixteen.
Forth grade was rough, teachers kept me inside during recess to make up the work I was falling behind in because I spent most of my time trying to ignore the bullies in my class. Fifth grade, I was with my dad for the next few years with him moving from Georga, to Alabama. In both places I managed to earn a black eye. One bully even threw a soft ball into my face.
Sixth grade, I was bullied so much more. Kids found a new way to make fun of a kid who had a growing hate towards everyone around him. Called me a loner, said I was so ugly I had to be places on a new list they made up. The school didn't do anything about it, and all they said was, "Kids are kids...".
Seventh grade was easier, I lived with my mom, even got a few neighbor hood friends who went to my school. I had it going. "AT LAST!" I thought everyday. "No one to bully me." At least that's what I thought until old bullies found out I moved back into town. I left to my father's again hoping for a new life. Alabama didn't change a single thing in their unwatched school grounds. I was bullied because I was so poor. I had to wear the same pair of socks for two weeks at a time, getting athlete's foot, twice.
Back and forth I went until I found out my dad was moving to California. At this time I had been a brony for more than two years, watching every episode a few times each, and had my own OC. I had a firm grasp on Dimensional Quantum Theory, and knew thousands of facts about what was outside of our humble space system.
California was rough, I had a lot of awesome friends. They were bronies too, and this made me happy. "AT LAST!" I thought once again. "Away from hate!".
I even met this girl, the first time we met, we were in Biology, learning about cells. Then our teacher started talking about trees. I promtly applied with, "I know someone who'd want to be a tree!". She smiled, whispering into my ear, "Fluttershy!". My first brony friend in California.
After a while I worked up the will, the might, the bravery to ask her out, to be my girl friend. I posted my love on facebook while I was stoned off my ass. A day later, she said that she didn't want to be my girl friend. I hurt those days she didn't talk to me. I felt so embarrased, so afaid she didn't want to be my friend anymore. For three days, my heart felt like it was going to stop. Lunch, she wasn't there, and the next day, wasn't there, after that, nothing. The forth day she came back from hiding, and I found out she threatened to sue me for "sexual harrassment".
So now, I'm back on the east coast, remembering my life that nearly drove me to suicide a few times more than enough to put me on suicide watch. I thought of it, but was too afraid of death. Music was, and still is my drive to live. Everyday I picked up my violin and play a song that conveyed my feelings of sadness. I still though of that girl whom I liked.
I sat in class, my teacher talked about atoms, covalant bonds, and other things as I was pelted with spit balls. "It started again." Everyone found out I was a brony really quickly from the badge the girl gave me before I moved. On the badge was Octavia's cutie mark, a treble clef. I was called the gayest teen in school. Even some gay people asked me out. I had to give them a talk, saying that I wasn't really gay, but instead I just watched a TV show made for girls.
The bell rang, I shot from my deck out the door with my book-bag in my left hand, and violin in the other. I ran past some teachers that told me to stop running in the halls. I didn't listen. It was the end of the day. I wanted to get to my car, and be done with it!
Parkinglot, already students were already outside. I ran past them. Then I was stopped by the local "super rednecks".
"Hey FAGGOT!" They shouted at me. Oh how I wish to run away. "Come here, I want to speak to ya!"
"Please leave me alone!" I shouted, walking away. I heard a gun shot. I stopped and saw the car in front of me had buck shots in the door.
"Next time, I won't miss, come here, now!" Again the redneck shouted at me. "COME HERE FAGGOT!"
I turned around, I felt myself trembling uncontrollably. "P-pl-please!" I begged again.
"Not until I talk to ya!" He said. "Now, come closer!"
'RUN!' I thought, 'Run as fast, as far as you can! JUST RUN!' I shot off again, running away from the on coming fire. I heard wood from my violin getting hit. It was like my heart was shot. And when I got to my car I started it as more gun shots went off. the hit the window, as I drove away. It wasn't even my car, but my mom's. How was I going to explain it to her. Would she be mad at me?
I stopped at a light for a moment, and saw the truck behind me, fire their shot gun. My back tires exploded. I was stuck! I cried to myself, asking my gods to save me!
The redneck got closer to my car, the light turned green, cars passed me without stopping to save me. Closer...closer...there, and my heart stopped for a moment as the redneck broke my window to the driver's seat with his gun.
"I said, I wanted to talk to ya!" He shouted in my ear. "Now! I was going to say, goodbye!" He said smiling. Slowly his gun moved up, and I found myself looking into the barrel of his gun. He pointed it to my chest, and I looked at him.
"Why?" I asked.
"World don't need no gays faggot!" He replied as he pulled the trigger.
I found myself losing my ability to move. My arm reached to my phone. I was shaking, using all of my strength to dial 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what is the state of your emergency?!" The woman on the other line asked.
"I-...'ve.....been...shot..." I said breathing heavily.
"Where are you sir?" She asked.
"Mile out from KHS, at the...light!" I said, blacking out only hearing.
"Sir....sir.....sir...."
I had must of woken up a few times. I opened my eyes for a moment, doctors flooded around me, out again. Up again, I saw a small figure with a mask on it's white face, and out again. Up again, doctors shouting, "CLEAR!" Was I dying? Up again, the white face again, talking to another face with brown color, and out again. Up again, "No Pulse! CLEAR!"
At last, I felt myself losing my own life. I lost too much blood. A bright light started to appear down a dark tunnel I was lost in. I walked to the famous light, up until a woman appeared. She put out her hand. Having sisters while I was alive I could understand lip speak.
Come with me...your life can be anew. She said. I tried to speak, but my tongue was held in place, I felt like I was being choked. Come...come on! I swore she was shouting at me. Hurry, before you don't have a chance to start over!
I walked forward more to the woman. As I got closer her appearance started to show more. Her multicolored hair waved, large white wings spread from her back.
Who are you? I asked.
You may call me princess Celestia, Silver Draos Octave. She said. I take the liking to those who see me as who I am. Real, alive, and peaceful. Equestria waits your coming. Twilight has prepared a house for you, Apple Jack has offered to give you a years supply of apples from her orchard, and Pinkie Pie is surely excited to meet you. *She smiled as we walked to a rainbow of colored lights. *Welcome to Equestria Silver, that is your name now.**
That's my OC's name. I said.
No, that's your name. You're Equestrian name, you bronies have made enough energy from just knowing about Equestria, that we're real! She said waving her arms.
I woke up, living with new energy inside me. Jumping from my bed, I found myself surrounded in ponies, including the mane six.
"WELCOME!" They all shouted.
A flash of light, and I saw Celetia with her sister Luna appear in the room I was in. I watched as Celestia walked up to me, her horn glowed over my new body. I stared at her in confusion. I hadn't known what she was doing.
"It was a complete success!" She smiled, looking at Twilight. "I want to thank you Twilight for helping us."
"It wasn't easy..." Twilight said, bags under her eyes showed she must of stayed up for days. After a longer than normal yawn, my guess was correct. "Anyways, welcome Silver."
I look over to Celestia, who was still standing over me. "I-...." I tried to speak, but it was as if my tongue was being held up again. I was choaking! I covered my mouth, and all the ponies look at me. "H-e-l-p!" I made sure I sounded out my words.
"What's wrong with him?" Fluttershy asked.
Celestia's horn glowed again, and it touched my throat. I couldn't breath, my lungs weren't moving. I didn't feel myself slowly choaking from the lack of air. Suddenly, it was though as if my lungs started to work. Air rushed in rapidly into my lungs.
"I understand..." said Luna. "New body, he wasn't born naturally. Didn't know how to start moving."
"Right, good guess Luna!" Celestia smiled towards her sister.
Luna smiled back, feeling proud of herself.
I tried speaking again but my words sounded like a baby, babeling. "Herf-na-ti."
"What?" The ponies asked in perfect unison. I had tried to ask a question, but not even I knew what it ment. "Baby speak!" Pinkie Pie said, running up to me. Her body smelt of cotton candy. It actually smelt sweet. "Herf- na-ti, means Hello!"
I nodded, trying not to show my general confusion I was swimming in. Spike laughed, jumping onto my chest. I huffed heavily. I couldn't move anything other than my eyes, and my breathing.
"Silver huh?" The little purple dragon asked. "Like the metal?"
Twilight picked up Spike with her magic off of me. I sighed in relief. As small as the little guy was, he was heavy as fuck.
"Yes Spike, like the metal." Twilight replied. "Let me introduse everypony. I'm Twilight Sparkle, this is Pinkie Pie, Apple Jack-"
"Howdy!"
"Rarity-"
"Pleased to meet you Silver, I do love your mane by the way."
"Fluttershy-"
"H-hello..." The shy pegasis greeted. I tried to smile, but my face didn't work yet. I felt like the Black Pirait Rogers from Princess Bride when he at that medican "Merical Max" made to bring him back from being mostly dead. In fact it was almost the same sercomstance.
"And Rainbow Dash." Twilight finished.
"Hey there!"
Celestia chuckled. "My little ponies, he already knows your names." She said.
"Oh...well, it was still a proper thing to do."
"Twilight's right there princess Celestia." Rarity said. "Even though he may've known our names, but it's still a proper thing to do."
"Alright then, why don't we let Silver here to rest. He did just come back from the dead." She noted as the ponies started to walk out of the room. "I'll be back later Silver to check on you."
"O-k-ka-y." I tried to say.
She smiled at my struggle to say 'okay'. "In time you'll be able to form larger words without sounding them out."
The door closed, I was left alone, and I passed out in that moment. I was tired, coming back from the dead was exausting. It was like my brain wasn't trying to work, but wanted to deep-deep down.