Prologue: Meet Tommy Kazue James First
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!!"
"WHY DON'T YOU MAKE ME, FUCKING SLUT?"
Great, they're at it again. Mom and Dad, aka. Claire and Pete are fighting again. About what, who knows this time. 
Anyways, while they're fighting (maybe with violence), I may as well tell you about me. I'm Tommy Kazue James. My middle name is Japanese for harmony. Moms' idea during her Japanese phase. Long story, please don't ask. I have black hair on my head, eyes with two colors; blue and green, pale white skin, and a Brony. An male fan of the show My Little Pony. But despite the fact that there are over thousands of Bronies and Pegasisters, female fans of the show, I have no friends. That is, except for one, but she's more of a pin pal from Japan. At least Mom and Dad are ok with me being a Brony. Oh, and I just turned 17 three days ago. For me, being named Kazue is perfect for me because it means harmony. 
I'm a huge fan of MLP. I've seen all the episodes even the Equestria Girls movies. I have alot of pluses. I've even read the rule 63 fanfiction stories, Cupcakes(which hunted my nightmares for a month), and some of those transformations stories.
...Did I mention the rule 63 stories? I did? Good. Sometimes I wish that the show was like that. The whole rule 63 thing. I actually like the names the rule 63 mare six had. Although Applejack's name is pretty much the same. The others...
Twilight Sparkle-Dusk Shine
Rainbow Dash- Rainbow Blitz
Rarity-Elusive
Fluttershy-Butterscotch
Pinkie Pie-Bubble Berry
Personally, I like them better than the original mare six. ...maybe I should word that better.
*CRASH!*
And that's the sound of yet another vase being destroyed by Pete. Oh, shoot. I knew I forgot something. I'm adopted. Claire and Pete were married for 3 weeks when the doorbell rang and... well, you'll see where this is going. Baby in a basket, two adults adopted said baby, baby grew up to be miserable by parents, but finds solitude in a cartoon show about multicolored ponies.
"Get a Celestia-damn divorce and get it over with already." I muttered quietly. "At least I won't have to listen to this anymore."
A random fight everyday would drive a person nuts. Thankfully, I listen to music and sing the lyrics to block out the NPPC or Non-Pinkie-Pie-Craziness. Like Survive The Night, Don't Mine at Night, Discord, and The Real Pink Pony.
"Kazue."
I froze in terror, knowing that my adopted mother was behind me. I could swear I hear Only a Chilling Edgey from Dragon Ball Z Kai in my head.
"Turn around." Claire ordered me.
I, with hesitation, turned around and saw her with her wearing a yellow sundress.
"Mom, I say this with love, if you two are fighting to spice up your sex-life, I swear I'm..."
"It's not." Claire said with redness on her cheeks. "Where do you get that idea from?"
"That 70's Show. Hyde was married to a stripper at the last season for a while." I sighed afterwards.
I swear, I explained this to her about hundred times. I swear she has the memory of a goldfish. "If you're not doing this for the you-know-what, then why are you wearing that sundress?"
"Your father is taking me out to dinner tonight." Claire responded. First he beats you, then he takes you on a date? "So that means?"
"No friends, no partying, no drugs expect for the sleeping pills, and no drinking." I recited the rules of the house when I'm home alone.
I should explain. The sleeping pills were just because I've been having trouble sleeping lately. And no, it's not because of my parents. I can sleep through it just fine, thank you. About a year ago, I've been sleeping for 2 hours a day. 
Pete notice it a week after I've started. The doctors couldn't understand the problem, so they gave me some pills to help me.
"Right." Claire said while she's handing me a letter. "By the way, your pen pal from Japan just send you a letter."
I couldn't believe it. Ryuko finally responded? Ryuko has been my pin pal for 5 years now. She's a delinquent, but she's still cool... in her own way. Still haven't gotten a picture of her yet, but then again, neither have I.
After thanking my mom, I took the letter and read it.
Tommy,
I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner. My father was killed by someone, my house was burned to the ground.
I'm being transferred to a new school called Honnouji Academy. I know the bastard who killed my dad is in there.
The only evidence of who killed him is half of a scissor-blade my dad made.
Once I'm done with this, and graduate, maybe I'll come to America and visit you sometime.
Sign, Ryuko Matoi
PS, do me a favor. Don't lose your way if the same thing happen to you or if things in your life get worst. Ok?
When I was reading that letter, I started to cry a bit. Imagine, having your parents killed.
"Tommy?" Pete said when he entered the room. "You ok?"
I didn't give an answer to him. It was my way of saying 'Ask me again when I'm not sad'.
"Well, your mom and I are going..."
"I already told him, Pete, and I gave him the rules. So as usual, he'll be fine. After all, he's a friendless loser." Claire said while they're leaving the house.
Ok, if the letter didn't made me cry, that did. If fact, that struck me like an arrow.
"Bucking plotholes." I muttered. Those dickweeds have no right to hurt me like that. NO RIGHT!!!
I waited until they were out of sight. As soon as they were, I pick up the phone to talk to someone from Japan. What, you think Ryuko is the only person I know there? Well, she's not. Plus, I only know him because of a secret and no, I'm not telling.
"Hey, it's me, Tommy Kazue James. Listen, my adapted parents are getting worst. Yes. One more thing. My pen pal is going to Honnouji Academy. Yes, Ryuko Matoi. You need to try to convince her to join us. I'll keep fighting from my end. Oh, and one more thing, KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHIRT ON, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!"
You really don't wanna know about that part. Top secret.
Even with those two people, I'm still alone. I'm trapped in this hellhole. And to make matters worse for me, I get beat up in school. For some reason, every time I talk to people, I get beat up for no reason. Just like that.
With no hope, I look out of the window of the living room praying for a miracle. If it was like magic, someone was listening because no sooner I started praying, I saw a beautiful shooting star. So what would you do if you saw a star like that? You make a wish like I did.
"I wish to free. Free from my parents, free from the problems of the world, free from the world itself!"
No answer. I put my head down in disappointment.
Sing
What? Where did that come from?
If you want to be free, sing
I looked around for that voice.
"Show yourself!"
To be free and love someone. Someone like your soulmate
What the hell?
"Soulmate? I'm 17. Isn't that a little too young to be thinking about that?"
The love of a soulmate knows no age
I sighed. Guess there's no fighting it anymore, is there?
"Fine. What do I have to sing?"
You have to sing the song in your heart
"Sing the song in my heart? No offence, but that sounds like a line from Sonic Underground."
No response this time.
I sigh in defeat. "Fine."
So I started to sing from my heart. Otherwise, what's the point in singing if not from there?
You know when I was singing, I felt something in my heart. Something great, something grand, something...
missing from the ground. I look down to see a rainbow-colored hole right where my feet is.
"Aw, buck me." I said to the readers. Yes, I just broke the fourth wall. And... cue Goofy Scream.
