Bronies, Unite!

I roll over in bed, eyes slightly open, staring at my alarm clock. “Urghh… 06:03…” I turn back over and try to fall back asleep, but it feel like the second I close my eyes, they snap back open from my alarm.  I jump out of my bed, landing flat on my face on the floor. “God damnit…” I put my arms under my torso, facing the floor, and push myself back up onto my feet. Then walk around my bed to my alarm clock, pressing the off button.

I stretch out my arms and yawn loudly, scratching my neck slightly and still half asleep. I look at my clock, “07:32… God I hate school…” I quickly rush to my shower, scrub up, and come back into my room. I start rummaging through the clothes on the floor and try to find something nice to wear. It doesn’t seem like anything is good, so I sift through some more, throwing t-shirts, jeans, and jumpers all around my room, some even landing on my lamp next to my bed. While still sifting through them, I spy a black t-shirt at the bottom of the pile. “My 20% cooler t-shirt, sweet!” I quickly put it on and grab a pair of jeans that I threw on my bed, then grab my bag and rush downstairs.

“Mark? Is that you?”

“Yeah mum, I’m going to school now. I’ll see you after, love you!”

“Love you too; eat something please.”

Sighing, “Will do, mum!”

As I pass, all of the photos on the walls going down the steps, I see one of my mum’s. I see it every day, but today it meant a lot more to me. She looks so happy and healthy in this one. She has our dog Scruffy with her, and I’m by her side holding her hand. I really wish I could be as happy as I was then. It’s a shame that she isn’t like that now.

Banishing the thoughts from my mind, I quickly grab my shoes and put them on. Unlocking the door and re-locking it behind me, I run off after the bus, while dodging laundry hanging from lines, some of it hitting my in the face from time to time. I get down to the main road, look both ways, then run across and start waiting at my bus stop as per usual on the morning.

Some kids from the other side of the road start staring at me. I’ve never been one to confront people, so I don’t pay much attention to them. I stare at the place where the bus comes, just over the hill. Eventually, after about 10 minutes of waiting, the bus finally arrives. I pull my bus pass out of my bag and await it to come to a stop, sticking my arm out. Upon entering and showing the driver my pass, I head upstairs, and look to the back of the bus as usual. A bunch of chavvy girls sit there, with a few guys wearing the same attire as them, just looking even more stupid.

I sit down and pull out my Kindle, opening to the latest chapter of a story I’m currently reading titled ‘Living the Dream’. I always wondered what it would be like, being able to actually go to Equestria, but that’s a thought for another time. For now, it’s time to read.

*****

I finally arrive at school. After the entertaining trip of two hours on my back, I feel sleepy, so I pull out a small energy bar from my bag, popping it into my pocket for the time being. I quickly swing my bag back onto my back, hitting some guy in the face in the process. “Oh, I didn’t see-“ Suddenly, I feel something hit me in the face, sending me tumbling to the floor, my head going one way, and my glasses going the other. I hit the floor with a bang and a sharp pain in my temple.

I feel dazed for a few moments until I start hearing kids laughing at me as they pass. Opening my eyes, I see someone who I can only assume is the one I must have hit with my bag. He stands over me, eating some sort of chocolate bar. I quickly feel my right pocket to see if it could be mine. Turns out it is, or should I say was. Even though my vision is slightly impaired as my glasses seem to have fallen off, I try to take in his appearance. Instantaneously, I notice its Brock, the schools bully. ‘Oh damn, why oh why, did I have to hit him, of all people?!’ I think to myself. He throws the wrapper at me, and it lands on my chest.

“Hey faggot ‘Brony’, or whatever you call yourself. Thanks for the chocolate, you faggot!” He says angrily, walking away, laughing.

I don’t even dignify him with a response. I just lay there, while the rest of the kids walk by like nothing ever happened. I start to feel an arm slipping under my armpit, lifting me up off the ground. I turn to see two of my friends looking at me, smiling.

“Thanks, guys.” I tell them, as they hoist me up onto my feet.

Blake replies first; “Not a problem, man. Here are your glasses. I think that they may have fallen off when you hit the ground. Luckily though, they aren’t smashed.”

“Oh, thanks, man. I’d be lost without them.” I cock a smile sheepishly, placing my glasses back on my head.

“Oh, I saw that he ate your energy bar, so you can have mine, if you want.” Matthew insists.

“No, its fine, it’ll be alright.” I attempt to brush him off, however it doesn’t seem to work.

“Are you sure? You look like you could use it; we had a long night last night.”

*****

Several hours ago.

“So, what would yours be?” Jeronimo asks me.

“Dude, I really don’t know!”

“Come on, everyone has to have an OC pony, just think about it!”

“Alright, fine! I will draw a stupid OC pony, okay?”

“Thank you!”

After about 5 minutes of drawing and all of them in the Skype call begging me to show them it, I finally do. Their laughs turn into ones of shock.

“Guys, what?”

Lucy speaks up first, “Mark… That’s actually really awesome!”

“What?” I take another look at my character, still seeing a crappy picture. “No it isn’t, it’s not even a good picture.”

“Dude!” Jeronimo says, “How did you get the idea for his mane and tail?”

“I don’t know.”

“And his cutie mark, too?!”

“Dude, why are you so shocked? It’s only a small drawing.”

“Yeah, but it’s good, man!” Blake says.

“Is it that good?”

“It’s awesome, man!” Matthew says.

“Well, if you say so.”

“What’s his special talent?”

“Well, I was thinking about a sonic flameboom, that’s pretty much, it.”

“Well, it’s good. What’re you going to call him?”

“I think uh…” I pause for a moment, trying to think of a name, eventually I come up with one. “Speedster?”

“Let me guess, because he’s just like you?” Lucy says, giggling.

“Not sure if sexual pun, or because of my running.”

The entire call bursts out into laughter followed by me joining in, since I can’t keep a serious face for long. After a few more minutes of laughter, we all start to show our own pictures of our OC ponies. Matthew’s is a stallion. His eyes are purple and his mane is black and grey, contrasting his coat which is white. His hair is just flat and straight, and he’s a Pegasus. His cutie mark is unique: it’s a blue sun.

Lucy shows hers next. It’s a mare with crimson eyes. Her coat is dark blue and her mane and tail are a blue and purple. Her hair looks like Vinyl Scratch’s, except a lot less spikey. She’s a Pegasus also, and her cutie mark is a microphone with some musical notes coming out of it… gosh she loves music.

Jeronimo shows his next. It’s a stallion and his eyes are a casual brown, while his coat is a dark grey. His mane, however, is ice blue and black. It looks like his hair is like Rainbow Dash’s, except, well, different colors. He’s a Pegasus and his cutie mark is a black heart with a white dove flying out of it.

Blake’s was very interesting. It’s a male and his eyes are jade green, but he says that his pony has a multiple personality kind of thing, except with souls. It sounds like he is trying to make his OC a bit too powerful if you ask me, but whatever. The other pony’s eyes are blood red, and his coat color is cobalt blue, while the let’s say ‘evil’ one, is crimson red. Their mane colors are black, while the evil ones are white. Sounds backwards, but looks really awesome, considering that the hair length changes between them: the good one being long, while the evil one is short. This is the part that I think is overpowered: the good guy has wings, but the bad guy has a horn, which doesn’t make a lot of sense. It still looks wicked, though.

We start to discuss what our special powers are, and in some scenes in which we could use them. After a while, we basically have a fully-fledged series of My Little Pony.

I look at the time on the computer and notice its 03:08 in the morning, and we’re supposed to be up at 06:00, which is only in a few hours.

“Alright guys, I’m going to go. It’s way too late now and I want to at least get a couple hours of shut eye, so I’ll see you all at school, right?”

“Yeah, goodnight Mark.” They all say almost simultaneously, at first it weirded me out, but I just turned off my computer and snuggle into bed, but not before turning on my television and putting it on a timer to turn off. For some reason I can’t sleep without a light of some sort on, or if someone else is with me. It’s really embarrassing.

*****

He tries to push the chocolate into my hand, but I brisk it off politely.

“I’m sure, plus we’re going to be late at this rate, so we best run to class guys, we have Mr. ‘Hater’ first!” I say, laughing at my play on words.

Blake speaks up again, “God I hate that guy, I want Mrs. Cheerilee as my teacher, it would be so much cooler!” Snickering, he turns around towards the school, and starts walking.

We all burst out into laughing, agreeing simultaneously. I speak up. “Yeah well, we unfortunately can’t have that, so we best hurry up and get to his class before he bites our heads off.” I set off in a slow jog, waiting for my friends to catch up to me. As they do, I set off into a run, and then a sprint.

“Hey… Wait up!” Blake says, while panting.

“Yeah… Wait up!” Matthew says, him too panting.

I slow down a bit, letting them catch up, my breathing rhythm not noticeable. “Come on guys, we can’t be late, you know this!”

“Yeah well, we’re not as fast as you!” Blake retorts, half laughing.

*****

While in class, we all face the interactive computer board; it’s like an old school projector, except its touch screen. It’s pretty awesome, weirdly, Matthew is highly interested in it, he is hoping to be allowed to take it one apart someday and tries putting it back together, just so he can know how it works. Stuff like that really intrigues him, unlike us though, we all just hope it works so we can actually learn.

I sit in the middle of me and my friends. Jeronimo, and Blake are on my left, while Lucy and Matthew are on my right, we always talk to each other, every day, in every class. Sometimes, our teacher will try to separate us from each other by moving us around the classroom, it never works, though. We will always find a way to talk to each other, maybe throwing notes around, talking aloud, this would really annoy the teachers, but we did it anyway.

Sometimes, we were moved to different classrooms, so we couldn’t really talk a lot, we would have to use our phones, but we had to be very sneaky, as to not have them taken off of us.

When we’re in class, we do eventually do our work, well I eventually do it, I just don’t see the point sometimes, depending on the subject, I mean come on, English is boring, I never pay attention to it, and I am still getting good grades. Just proves that it’s not needed to pay attention in class, just sleep and wake up when class is almost over. I do this on a daily basis, sometimes I can get in trouble, and I am forced to do work, via them threatening to call my mum or threaten to give me detention, which I really don’t like.

I turn and look to Blake, who’s rocking on his chair still, “So, what made you guys think of your OC pony?”

Blake catches on I was asking him first, “Oh uhm, I based it off of myself.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“Well, you guys always say how random I am, so I kind of split myself into two.”

“So, there is the Blake we’re talking to now, and the one that knows useless information?”

“Kind of.”

“Alright, what made you pick the color scheme?”

“Well, they are just my favorite colors.”

“So, they don’t represent anything for you?”

“Hmm…” He seems to ponder for a few seconds, scratching his chin. “Well, I think that the alternate color schemes really ensue different prosperities in which you can respond to, furthermore-“

I cut him off before he can go any further, “Dude… what.”

He sighs. “They look awesome.”

“I see… So, Lucy.” I turn my head and look at Lucy, who just perked up, “What made you think of yours?”

“Well, I like music, so that explains half of it.” She giggles for a few seconds, before continuing. “I wanted her to like kind of like Vinyl Scratch, because she is best pony.” I give her a laugh and a smile, before turning to Jero.

“What about you, Jero?”

“Oh? Uhm, well, I really like the two toned hair, and they kind of mix well, plus his coat makes himself look even cooler.”

“You’re right; your OC does look fricking awesome!”

I think I might have said that a bit too loud, as a few people turned around to look at us. A few of them giggle, only assuming that they know what we’re talking about. None of us are ‘closet Bronies’, there is no point to it, why should we be ashamed because we like a program? It’s pathetic that we even get bullied for it, people go to extreme lengths just to annoy us for liking it, it’s unfair but we cope, barely.

“Aaaanyway…” I spit out, “What about yours, Matthew?”

“Hmm… I think it’s because the white coat looks awesome.”

Under my breath, I grumble “Because you copied me…”

“Sorry, what?”

“Oh, nothing, continue, friend.”

“Uhm okay? Well, I think the white coat looks awesome with his mane and tail. It’s very light, yet gloomy at the same time, which looks wicked, plus, Pegasus ponies are boss.”

“I see where you’re coming from; Pegasus is best breed of pony.”

We all share a hearty laugh, before Lucy speaks up; “So, what made you think of yours, Mark?”

“Oh mine? Well, I thought of it up on the spot, plus I love flames and bright white.” I chuckle to myself, while I receive glances from all my friends, ones that don’t look friendly. “What? It just looks awesome; his flames are connected to his mood, too.”

“Whatever.” They all say, one after another.

We are all best of friends; I love them all like a family. If I didn’t have them, I don’t know what I would be doing right now, with my mum being ill. I haven’t been able to do a lot of things, because I need her permission, but I’m too worried about disturbing her. She just lies in her bed all day, all night while she slowly… slowly dies. I hate the idea of her leaving me, we haven’t been able to do a lot while I’ve grown up and I want to do more, but we can’t, because she isn’t allowed to leave her bed at all and she can barely talk, too. She can only just manage to speak to me in the morning; I don’t like to think about it.

We all have a past that we’re not proud of; some of us have a very dark past, which is why Matthew needed a lot of help. We saw him on his own all the time during dinnertime and break time, he would look so lonely, and eventually we confronted him. He looked quite scared at first and didn’t seem to want to trust us, but eventually he let us in, and we brought him into our little group. We later found out he was a Brony, too, which made it all the better.