Chapter 2 – My So Called Life

For those that are reading and are lucky to have stumble upon these pages, my name is David Grant. Since I was born, I had this birthmark on the center my right hand.

It looks like it has a sort of circle surrounded by eight razor curves. From what it looks like, it kind of looks like the sun. My dad has his on his back shoulder which of all the places in the body, mines had to be on my hand. My dad told me that the Grant family has had this mark since the colonization of the US.

He told me that one of us in the past fought in the civil war, well sort of. He didn’t remember the specifics, so I asked my grandpa what happened to him. What he can recall, was that he was missing for many years.
He was found a few years later, but then he was talking non-sense. Grandpa had a diary of Janis Grant, the wife of my great great grandfather before he went to the nuthouse.

It read that he believed that magic was real and he can use it too. No wait this gets worse, it also reads that he was in another world; a world filled with horses that were capable of flight, magic and get this, can talk too. Yeah I’m guessing he wasn’t all in there.

The reason why it’s bothering me is that a year ago, I was babysitting my little sister and she was watching this show called “My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic”. Ugh even talking about it made my skin crawl.

While I was looking after her or to say the least sleeping, she called me up to the living room and told me to come in. She pointed at the screen of the T.V to this white horse, she must have paused the show with the DVR. She told me that we have the same “Cutie mark’ which at first got me confused.

“A what mark? “
”A cutie mark” she response.

“You and Celesta have the same mark.” I look at the screen to see if she was pulling a lame prank. Sure enough she wasn’t kidding. I was shocked that that thing had my birthmark on its ass.

My sister told me she was an alicorn and that she was a princess that ruled over what I believe is called Equestria and that her student Twilight Sparkle learns and discovers the magic of friendship with her five friends. I don’t know I wasn’t even paying attention.

I thought for sure I was going to lose some brain cells or testosterone if she continues explaining to me the story or the purpose of the show.

So I say to her “It’s just a coincidence; anybody could have drawn something like that.”

She shakes her head and says “It can’t be anyone.”, so I reply there are a billions people on this planet so that means that there was a slight chance anybody could have gotten it. She then started saying “Princess, Princess, Davies a princess!”

It wasn’t a very good comeback but her little comment was going to get a piece of what's to come, but instead I stopped and turn to the remote and hit un-record to MLP: FIM and well that certainly got her to never sing it again or make me crabby.

God I really hope that no one thinks or finds out about this otherwise I’ll never hear the end of this. But I guess this is my so called life.

This morning I had a dream of San Francisco, my home city…and all its buildings including the bridge destroyed and set on fire like some sort of apocalypse movie. I was terrified, all I wanted to do was wake up but somehow I couldn’t. Then I saw myself lying on the ground being crushed by some sort of shadow silhouette looking down at me.

“This world will fall to me and you, the last of your kind will finally die.” The distorted voice commented.
Before I woke up, I had a small glimpse of what it looked like. It was sort of tall but if I were to stand up, it would be smaller than me. Also he looked like… I don’t know how to describe what he looked like but a bit…equine and it had some sort of horn on its forehead.

I woke up in an instant with sweat coming from my forehead.It was the second week of Monday thanks to my alarm clock showing the time and day. That meant that by the end of this month, I’ll be 18 and I’ll finally have some freedom once I graduate and go to college. In fact, I was sort of happy but I really didn’t care for parties even if it was my own as long as I get out and be my own man.

(Damn it this again? I had this nightmare for a whole week. I really need to check a therapist for this.)

“David your breakfast is ready” my mom said from across the hall.

As I wipe the sweat off me, I put my clothes and my favorite red hoodie on and headed for the kitchen. There we meet my family. Grandpa, Mom, Dad, and lastly Ruth, my little sister.

“So how’s you beauty sleep, sleeping beauty.” My sister asked chuckling at her joke.

I was about to yell at her for her comment but mom stopped me from doing so. She knows that I hate being called unmasculine or being called girly because of my red hoodie and my height would mistake me as a girl.
But mom doesn’t tolerate it in this apartment.

“Ruth what did we discuss about calling David a girl?”
“To not to.” She says sounding sad.
“Good. Now then what did I tell you about trying to prove something that isn’t worth your time and energy David? ”
“That it’s a waste of time.” I answered. Every. Damn. Time.
“Good.”

“Come on he was just trying to prove a point. I mean if some random guy were to…”

Oh god here we go. Another one of dads “What if…“scenarios. It’s not that there boring most of them, there are just to the point of ridiculousness as he goes along and that they go off into a tangent most of the time.

Even more surprising is after all these years, Mom and Dad have had a strong marriage. My mom’s a prosecutor, wait scratch that… the best prosecuting attorney this side of the bay. She has never lost a case in her career.

Also if I didn’t tell all of you, the readers before this, my family, well my mother any way, are rich. And thanks to her we have a lot of connections in San Francisco. Hell my uncle is the damn chief of police. Man Uncle Tommy is always the best.

My dad however is a defense attorney. Before that he was just a waiter at a small time coffee shop in Seattle. Nothing really special only he was ladies’ man until he met mom. She always puts the women who try to hit on dad in their place. She’s very scary if you ever cross her, trust me do your best to get her to like you or you will forever have nightmares of her.

My sister on the other hand though she can be a real pain in the ass, always trying to get me angry. But she’s ok but still pretty annoying to be around with.

Grandpa is awesome to talk to because he helped me with most of my history and other types of homework over the years. 7 years ago when I was ten, we lost grandma. I was in a dark place at that time, but grandpa helped me see through those years and I couldn’t ask for a better granddad.

Once I finished breakfast I caught a bus ride from my home to my high school. I’m a senior and it’s been one hell of ride, well, it would have if it wasn’t for HIM.

His name is Jason Walker he’s one of those people that has everything, looks and brains. He and I have a similar lifestyle except I got the short end of the straw. He’s been messing with me with his band of jocks which I call “his gorillas”; I’ve been calling them that for a while. But don’t worry I can always handle myself in a fight.

He and I go way back since elementary. I can’t believe myself that I thought of him as a friend. I was nice to him back then but as we got older, he wanted to hang out with his so called “cool” friends and used me as his pawn to get popular.

I wasn’t alone over those years in high school thanks to Vincent. I met him when we were still freshmen and months later he started following me after one of Jason’s cronies cornered him behind the school.

You can say I saved him but the real reason was because I just wanted to beat there asses. Why? Well I had a bad day at that time and fighting them was stress relief to me. Ever since that day, we started to become friends slowly. There’s just one problem that straight up annoys me about him.

He’s a coward for not standing up for his own. Seriously if it wasn’t for me, he would have been walked on by nearly everyone at school. To tell you the truth, I was never the social type to begin with ever since elementary through middle school to today. I just keep my distance and if they wanted a fight then I’ll bring it to them on a silver platter metaphorically and literally.

He also gave me warnings on what we shouldn’t do or places in the school we shouldn’t go where Jason hangs out. This really annoys me just because Jason acts like he’s royalty or thinks he owns the world, it doesn’t mean that he can push us around.

I always talked to myself that one day I’ll get him back for all those years of torture he has made my life a living hell aside from my own. That day had finally come.
Vincent and I were walking on our way to our classroom when something unexpected happened.

A big group of people were in our way and there were some yelling inside that group and I had to check what was happening. I know how much of a pussy Vincent was when it came to big crowds, so I grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him in.

“Come on let’s see what’s all the fuss is about.” I told Vincent.
“We really shouldn’t…” I interrupted him.
“Come on, do something for once in your life. It’s not like it’s going to kill you or anything.” I told him.
“Plus nobody will notice you in the crowd.”
“Fine but only for a few seconds we can’t let Jason see us.”
“Relax he’ll never see us though the crowds and if he does, I’ll distract him. Deal? ” I put my hand next to him waiting for his response.

He then shakes my hand and say’s deal.
We heard mumbles though the crowd saying “I can’t believe her.”,” Is he going to hit her?”, or” Well she’s as good as dead.”

We thought to ourselves and said in unison. “Who’s she?”

When we got to the center of the crowd we saw Jason talking to a girl. We didn’t see who she was but by what I can tell she must have pissed him off from the look on Jason’s face. I had small grin forming on my face. I really enjoy the misery of others especially if its Jason.

The girl in question was telling him that they were done for good but Jason said other whys.
“Oh yeah who’s going to take care of you huh!?” with all the rage Jason was holding.
She was rapidly searching for somebody then she turned around and then we saw her. Jeanne Fisher, an all-round knockout to all guys that talk to her. A star athlete on track & field, an all-star beauty, and a GPA of 3.5 on her grades.

She looks around to find somebody she was looking for I’m guessing she must have cheated on him at least that’s what I was guessing. But then she looks at us and runs straight towards us.
We must have been in her way so we moved a side. Instead she ran towards Vincent, grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him in the mouth. Everybody’s jaw must have hit the floor because there was never a sound in the hallways.

There was an awkward silence until I yelled out… “HOLY SHIT!” Then people stared taking photos of the two like this was the scoop of the century.

"Great. More Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter crap on the internet."

I was baffled by what I just saw and saw that the impossible became possible. Never in a lifetime would he kiss one of the popular girls. Hell I thought I was going to lose my first kiss, now he had beaten me to the punch.

“Damn it”. I mutter to myself.

But I shook my head and notice that Jason was coming towards him. So without any hesitation, I pushed the two aside and prepared to give Jason’s face an intro to my fist.

“WHACK”

We both were in pain lying in the floor because we had the same idea of hitting one another in the face. The teachers came to see what all the commotion was about.

Few minutes later…

They took us to the principles room so we can discuss our problems with one other. God when will these teachers and principals ever learn that this crap will never work on us? After we got out, I whispered to him

“We are not going to let this be a tie. Meet me at "Gamblers Den" after school. His response was
”What time? “
”4:10. till then bring it!’ I say.

To those that don’t know, “Gamblers Den” is a place where nearly all the schools around San Francisco meet and place bets on anything from playoffs to fight clubs. Think of the place as the younger brother of an illegal casino only no alcohol just smokes.

I heard this place exist after my last trip with Uncle Tommy. I looked through the files and found the coordinates to where it is. Huh not bad for a 15 year old at that time.

I would have told Uncle Tommy had it not for everyone in the station thinking I was being a nuisance or me being smart then them was “cute” so I kept it to myself.

"Bastards."

I thought that place was my sanctuary away from school and family but Jason knew this place too. I would say I was impress on how he found it, but I still hated him for even coming there.

Few Minutes later…

The time has come and I’m finally not running away anymore. It’s time I face that ass clown and finally have my revenge on what he used me for since we were little.

To make sure I win, and thankfully this was the perfect day, I stole my Grandpas army knife to make sure that if I’m going to lose he’s going to lose something too. When Vincent and his new “GF” found me before I left, Vincent pleads me to not go through with this.

“David stop you have no idea what you’re putting yourself into!”
”Listen to him” Jeanne supporting him.
“You can’t win this. He’s not only a jock but also a black belt in judo and karate.”
“Would you both relax? I have a back-up plan in case I lose. "I answer to them.

“Dude you can’t win this he’ll kill you. Just walk away from this. You can’t do this.”

That’s when I had enough. I waited too long for my revenge and he was going to deny me of it. It’s time I just gave up this façade we call friendship.

“JUST SHUT UP ABOUT RUNNING FOR ONE SECOND! YOU’RE JUST NOTHING MORE THEN A COWARD! THE ONLY REASON I LET YOU HANG OUT WITH ME IS THAT I FELT SORRY FOR HOW WEAK YOU ARE!”
“ALL YOU EVER TALK ABOUT IS GETTING OUT OF SITUATIONS WHERE YOU COULDN’T HAVE JUST FACED THEM LIKE A REAL MAN!”

I continued my barrage of insults and pent up frustrations on to him. All those three years of hearing him complain and being a giant pussy. All for him to face the harsh reality I kept from him all these years.

“LET’S FACE IT, YOU MIGHT POSSIBLE BE THE WEAKEST, MOST SORRY EXCUSE OF A MAN AND HUMAN BEING OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH! I WISH I HADN”T PUSH THE TWO OF YOU OFF THE WAY SO YOU CAN FACE YOUR PROBLEMS ON YOUR GOD DAMN OWN!”

Then said something I shouldn't have said. I was just so angry at that time.

“I ALSO WANT TO TAKE BACK THE TIME YOU WERE CORNERED, IF I HAD LET ONE OF HIS CRONIES BEAT YOU, I WOULDN’T HAVE YOU AS A FRIEND!”

I breathed heavily finally finishing what I been holding on the past years I been with him.
When I open my eyes, he looks down on the ground to cover his crying face. Not looking until he tells me.

“I…I…I hope you lose this fight… because now you’ll know that I was right all along and...that..." He continued trying to say what wanted to tell me.

"YOU END UP IN THE HOSPITAL!” He punched my shoulder but it was so weak it felt like a 5 year. He runs to the other side of the building so that he doesn’t let me see is face. Like I said before,

“A sorry excuse of a man”. I muttered

His “GF” looks at me with a disappointing look on her face. She then comes to my direction then slapped me. It didn’t hurt but it still stung.

“You know the reason why I left Jason was because he was a huge douche.”
"Wait if you knew then why… " My thoughts were interrupted by Jeanne.
“I can’t believe it took me a year to actually find that out. A few weeks ago, I saw your friend getting picked on at lunch then you showed up and gave money to Jason. I’m guessing you bribed Jason into leaving him alone.”

I never answered her question I just stared away from her direction.

“Regardless the reason why I like Vincent was because he’s an actual nice guy at this school and I thought you were too." She then walks pass me.

“I guess I was wrong about you too. You’re as worst then Jason.”
Without saying a word, she leaves to comfort Vincent.

"Me? Worst then that prick? Never."

You know what?! Who needs them I don’t need friends. I always looked out for others but this time I’m done. I won’t let people like them get close to me ever again.

God I am so sick of people thinking they can use me. I used to give people my trust and I open up to them. All they ever do is stomp it, spit it, then throw it away once there done beating the ever living shit out of it. As of now, I look after my own and never anyone else.

I open the doors and head to the destination I was supposed to meet Jason.

When I finally made it, I’m surrounded by a crowd of people that were talking who was going to win. I then get to the center and meet my arch-rival.

“Well what do you know? He did make it? Shall we begin?” he says smugly believing he can win. I then answer him.

“Bring it.”

Three minutes have passed and both of us were tired from dodging, blocking and countering each of our attacks.
But when I started to feel fatigue, I let my guard down and Jason actually got a lucky hit from me.

"Damn it!" I shouted in my head after I fall on the ground.

Jason gets on top of me and starts wailing on me. Of course I cover my head and tried to find a way to get out of this mess. Then he said something that made me lose all sense of control.

“What’s wrong little red riding hood? Too fragile and weak to fight back or perhaps you don't have your boyfriend, Vincent to help you out."

This caused everyone to laugh at that comment.

"The humiliation, the ridicule, th…th…th...THE ANGER."

Inside of me, all that bottled up glass of…anger and…and fury inside of me decides to finally get out. I uncover my face and when I did he got two or three punches in before I got a lucky and powerful right hook to his face. He then recoils from the punch I threw at him.

He was at a far distance thinking he was safe while covering his left cheek but no; he was far of thinking he can get away from me that easy. I then drew up my knife prematurely and showed him what he’s got himself into.

“Wait you can’t just bring a knife out that’s cheating!” he said now hearing a hint of fear in his tone.
Good.

“New rules, anything counts and goes.”

Everyone was awestruck at what I brought with me. These fools actually thought I didn’t have a backup in case if I lose what do they take me for? As one of them? Oh no I’m far too intelligent then these unevolved Neanderthals we call children. I like to think of myself as a contingency planer; always one step ahead of my enemy’s.

“You know it’s pretty ironic wouldn’t you say?” I asked Jason while playing with my knife.
“What the hell do you mean?” Jason now scared trying his best to get out of it somehow.
“Remember when we were kids and how you backstabbed me so you can hang with all the other “cool” kids and how you took my trust in others away.”

Jason was trying to remember or was trying to piece all the puzzle pieces I gave him. Then he finally remembered.

“Look I just want you to know, I’m sorry for what I did but that was all in the past. We were just kids back then. Now were adults now.”

I then was angered on his poor excuse.

“IN THE PAST!? You have done nothing but made my life a living hell because of you. During freshmen though today, you have been nothing but a pain to Vincent and me. And thanks to you, I have nothing. I lost the only person I ever considered a friend.” I then draw my knife.

"Now you’ll know what happens when you pick fight with a man who has nothing left to lose to this horrible way I call life and it’s to make sure I give everyone an example to never F$#k with me ever again.”

I then run to that bastard full on sprint.

"Starting with you first!"

I made a lot of attempted slashes to him but he kept dodging them. That was until I slashed a small cut on his chest. Once it made contact, I can see the red spot on where I slashed him it wasn’t fatal but it was a good start. He covered his chest trying to not show fear and pain but it wasn’t good enough now that his expression was now an open book to me.

Finally I was the one dominating and in control.
Before I was going for more slashes, I then felt weak out of the blue.

"No keep going if you don’t, then your prey will escape."

"But… " A voice couldn’t get a thought out because it was interrupted.

"DOOO IIIIITTTTTTTT!!!" The voice screamed.

I then gripped my knife so I don’t loosen it then I was ready to stab him. I sprinted to Jason and yelled “YOUR MINE!”

Everyone was wide-eyed including Jason when all of a sudden I heard a voice
“SSSSSTTTTTOOOOPPPPP!” Vincent was in front of my way crying. His look made me cringed as to what I saw but when I looked at him I somehow saw…me?

Ever second became micro seconds, it was all slow motion in my mind. My blade was near to his stomach. After that, my whole life turned bright before my eyes.

“POOF”

Everyone was looking at Jason and Vincent at amazement as to what they saw was unbelievable. There was a long silence in the crowd, no one was cheering, no one was gambling. All activities and the teens were dumbfounded by what they saw. Then Jason spoke.
“Uhhhhh where did he go?” Now covered in what appeared to be glitter.

End of Chapter 1

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my first fanfic in fact this was always on my mind ever since I first came into the fandom. The first episode I ever saw on the show was Canterlot Wedding Part 1 and 2. That's when I started warming up to the show until I started watching the show. Weird how I thought a show for 5-10 year olds could somehow turn me around. Anyways I got a question for anybody that reads this; Which Episode did you watch before joining the fandom? If you can't remember, think of an early episode you can remember that got you hooked. Until next time Ghost, out.