To be more.

"It's cold!" I said my teeth chattering together.

"I think my teeth are going to freeze together!" Pinkie said wonkily walking along. I held out my hand to her. She looked at the hand and

then at me and smiled grabbing it.

"Up you go!" I said. I lifted her up and swung her over my back landing on my bag.

"Phew, your backs warm." Pinkie said putting her legs around my neck.

"Well I have this jacket on to keep me warm." I said.

Pinkie looked to the front of me and frowned. "say Tyler... do you wan't to go to school?" Pinkie said.

I looked at her weirdly. "Well it isn't a matter of whether or not I want to go to school or not. It's a matter of I have to go to school."  I said.

"Yeah but if you don't want to go maybe we should just go somewhere else. I mean what am I suppose to do?" Pinkie said.

I grabbed my forehead and tried to think hard. "Ugh, please Pinkie don't put me in positions where I can't continue on this dream." I said.

Pinkie rolled her eyes. "Fiiiinnnnneeeee." Pinkie said.

There was a long bit of silence between us. It made the cold air feel colder. The world a little bit smaller. "What if we went to the mall?" Pinkie said.

"Why?" I said in return.

"You know because it's the mall! All the fun things we can do there! We could go and eat junk food, or go in a photo booth together or or maybe use one of those forklift thingy's that get us those little toys when we can pull them out of the machine with the claw like the one from Toy Story. EEEEKKKKK can we, can we, can we, can we, can we, can we, can we!" Pinkie said practically screaming in excitement.

I let out a little sigh and looked back to see Pinkie's giant smile screaming "please! because I love you and stuff" I looked back at the

pathway and could see my school in the distance. "I'd say no, but..." I looked back to see Pinkie furiously nodding her head still with that

ridiculous smile. "But I think your idea sounds way better than going to that hell hole." I said.

Pinkie let out a little squeal and jumped up on my shoulders and sung. "Were going to the ma-ll!"

I stumbled around trying to keep balance with Pinkie on my shoulders. "P-Pinkie! You can hurt yourself if you fall over so can you please get down.

Pinkie sat back down and put her legs around my neck. "Thank you" Pinkie whispered into my ear giving me a kiss on the neck.

I felt my toes curl up with excitement as the all the heat went to my cheek-

A book slammed down on my table "DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?!" My teacher screamed.

I lost balance in the chair I was sitting in and begun to fall backwards. "WHOA!" I shouted catching myself by placing my hands on the back wall.

"I said did you hear me?" My teacher asked again calming down.

"I wish I hadn't." I said earning a few giggles from around the classroom.

"Mr Mitchell I assure you that while you hate this class and wish you couldn't take any part in it, please understand that math is very

useful in your life and your going to need it." My teacher said (I don't know her name. I wasn't paying attention when she told us)

"Look i'm sorry it's not that I don't disrespect math as a subject, or people who want to learn it, but I just... I just don't want to pursue it." I said.

"Well then what do you want to pursue in life." My teacher asked.

"Ugh..." I said leaning forward on my chair.

"Exactly what I thought. Back to it." My teacher said tapping my books and turning around.

I took it that she won that one and now because I lost I had to do my work. I put my head down and opened up my book. "Huh"? I said. There was a weird bit of loose paper sticking out my work book. I pulled it out and opened it up looking inside.

"Good morning horse fucker." That's what it said. Charming I know. I looked around the room to see who might of done it. Just as I landed my eyes on three guys they started laughing. These 3 boys were nothing more than the 3 bullies of the school. Cliche I know but it's the only story I've got to tell.

Apart from them being so dumb they couldn't find their own ass with two hands and a map they like to look for what they would call flaws in others, exploit them and then make those people feel horrible about themselves so they don't have to look at the flaws in themselves.

Not that I've ever let them get to me. I like myself and wouldn't change it to be anything else. OK I lied there. I would love for nothing

more than to become a pony and live in Equestria with Pinkie Pie but i'm short on magic mirrors so I gotta make do on that however I can.

I scrunched up the note and threw it in a bin I had next to me. I looked around the room to see if anyone else had anything to say about me.

No one even noticed what had happened so I just started on my math work.

"Finally it's, ugh, It's lunch." I said stretching next to my locker.

"Well it's not lunch yet it's only recess." Pinkie said sitting on top of my locker.

I held my forehead in frustration "Wh-why does everyone always have to correct me on that whether it's lunch or not. I mean does it really matter, besides it's like 10:43 now. And 'lunch' isn't even at lunch so why is it so important to all these people?" I said.

Pinkie looked up into the corner of her eye thinking. "I guess you have a point... but why does it matter to you so much?" Pinkie asked.

"Well look, it's not that it matters to me it's just that when someone corrects me on something so minuscule it makes me... I don't know, i'm sorry." I said giving up.

I opened my locked and unzipped my bag grabbing out a bag of potato chips. "Do you want these?" I asked Pinkie.

Pinkie rolled onto her back. "Not really i'm fine." She said.

Suddenly I got pushed into my locker by someone. I stumbled around trying stand up straight. I watched as the three stooges that left me that note had just deliberately bumped into me.

"Hey, are you going to take that from him!" Pinkie shouted from on top of my locker.

"No way." I said standing up straight. I reached into my locker and pulled out two silenced AMT Hardballer's. "Hey" I shouted. Only Chris,

the punk 'leader' with short greasy brown hair and enough pimples on his face to call it a disease turned around and looked at me.

I raised my two pistols and felt everything go into slow motion. Slowly I squeezed on the pistols triggers and watched as the bullets went

zooming out of the pistols. Both bullets went flying towards his face. He hand't even realized what was happening by the time the first one had struck him the throat. Shortly after that one the next bullet went into his right eye.

Brad, the second guy who was pretty much a spitting image of Chris minus the brown hair and replace that with black hair got a bullet to the skull.

Then there was Zack poor kid. He's been doing there dirty work for these clowns since the 1st grade. Not that I feel sympathy or anything though because I shot him twice in the face.

I opened my eyes and everything was normal. Pinkie Pie wasn't sitting on top of my lockers and I never shot anyone in the face with Hitman's signature weapon. I watched as the three assholes continued to walk down the hallway. I closed my locker door and slowly banged my head against it.

A few hours later I was walking home. Alone without creating conversation with my mind. I walked to my front door and pulled the house key out of my pocket and entered my home with it.

"Dad i'm home!" I said walking inside. I saw my Dad sitting on the couch, he didn't even bother looking at me.

"Tyler do you hide things from me?" My Dad asked.

I stood there confused, on one hand annoyed because I really didn't want this as soon as I get home and on the other hand curious about what he... Oh god what has he found on my laptop.

"Uh, what do you mean hide? You mean like hiding chocolate's under my pillow or-" My Dad cut me off.

"Your not working your way around this Tyler now answer the question." My Dad said.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I going to do, the only thing I have to hide on my laptop is my search history and that fucking Word Document.

"Y-y" I couldn't say it.

"Go on" My Dad said.

I felt scared. Like legit scared, like this is it, this is the end. This Man can shut down and make my life miserable if he really wanted too. I didn't want him to know, I don't want anyone to know about my secrets. That's why it's called a secret because it's not suppose to be known by other people.

"I HIDE PONY PORN AND MY MOST DEEP AND INTIMATE THOUGHTS WITH THEM!" I yelled.

"Thank you." My Dad said turning around my laptop. I looked at the screen and saw a word document open with a list of different dates and... uh, illusions I had with Pinkie Pie.

"Uhh... th-this is bad isn't it?" I said. My Dad just slowly nodded.