Minor Turbulence

Minor Turbulence: Transition

Growing up

By: Midway Bridge

They blamed me of course.  They always blamed me.  I was blamable for everything.  Even for the things I didn't do.  But this time the evidence was overwhelming.  I was the last known pony to speak with her, there was an argument, there were tears, and there was the fact that I was me.

Needless to say, since I was one of the older members of the orphanage, I held a position of seniority over the others.  Henceforth, nopony said anything to my face, but I knew they despised my very existence.  And surprisingly I was okay with that.  They could hate me all they want, because I didn't care for what they thought.

The new teacher was a joke.  I had no respect for her and didn't even bother to learn her name.  I was a menace that year, so when I requested to transfer to Cloudsdale as a boarding student, it was welcome and I was shipped off the next day.

My stay in Cloudsdale was as noticeable as a single grain of sand in a beach.  I did nothing big, said nothing important, sat in the back, did poorly on tests, and lived day to day one block from the school in a boarding house.  In essence, I barely existed there as a wallflower.

I noticed Rainbow Dash in the hallways.  I might have said hi, but she was hanging out with some griffon name Gilda.  She might have been some foreign exchange student, I don't know.  But what I did know was that she was a complete bitch. So I didn't even bother talking to Dash.  Fluttershy was there too.  She apparently found a soft spot for the surface which earned her a bit of ridicule from everypony.  I learned that Ditsy transferred a year before I came and was being schooled in Ponyville.  I would have liked to see her again, but I know I wouldn't have the balls to confront her about last moments with her.

I stayed there for two years finishing up my high school and starting my life outside of the orphanage.  I was 18 now, an adult, so I was no longer the legal responsibility of the orphanage.  That scared me a bit.  I hated the damn place but it was home to me.  A home that wanted nothing to do with me and slammed the door in my face upon arrival, but home none the less.

Following my graduation, I applied to the Cloudsdale University and got denied for low grades.  I couldn't afford a private college anyways, so I went and enlisted in the military through the Annapples Military Academy.  My breif stay in the military told me two things:  I didn't like being in the military and didn't have a choice but to do it if I wanted to go to college.  Turns out I didn't want to go to college that much.  I'll leave it at that.

After that failed escapade, I landed a job in the Weather Factory later that year back in Cloudsdale.  I started as a cloud maker, but all the clouds I made turned into storms too early and wreaked havoc, damaging the facility and keeping it inoperable for over a week.  I was then moved to snowflake making.  I tip my hat to all of the snowflake makers because damn that job was hard.  I lasted about an hour before they transferred me to the mindless job of weather approval.

Weather approval was a bit of a bore and didn't pay well enough for bed and board as well as food, but the job was a job (with coffee).  I'd jump between apartments and temporary housing very often so I had to travel light.  I traveled very light in fact.  I took one of the empty coffee cans from work and filled it with all the money I had.  That was it.  All of my personal belongings.

I got into some thick situations with fake id's and the wrong crowd a couple of times.  Alcohol may have been involved (very very involved), and that sort of sent me into a bit of deficit spending.  Between the drinks and posting bail so I could go to work the next day, I was broke.

Then I got fired.  The one thing I couldn't screw up in life.  I knew I had nothing else to do, nowhere else to go.  I went and got fired over some stupid prank.  I guess in the end fate got the final laugh.

I made off for the storm clouds that night and nested among the lightning bolts.  They hurt a bit, but ever since I got my cutie mark they shocked less and less.  Sometimes I liked the pain; it kept the world real.  I soon slipped into a dream filled sleep.  One filled with surreal fantasies and delusive notions.  If only my dreams were my life and my life but a dream…

Begin Part 2: Waking into a Dream

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