bittersweet equestria

The early rays of celestia’s sun beamed down on the head of Jake Anthony. On second hand, it was not Celestia’s sunrays. But merely typical sun that awakened him into his daily routine and he had loathed waking up in the morning. You see, Jake was a brony; he had been so for the past couple of months. For Jake, watching the adventures of 6 happy cartoon ponies seemed to be the only good thing going on in his dull and hate full life of his. Jake tended to be very depressed at times and had grown a disliking for many of the people around him. He was just short of giving up hope on everything and just killing himself, but not today. Today Jake would go to school and at least try to become a normal kid. Little did he know that his life would make a drastic change on this seemingly average day in the spring.

“This again, I really hate going to my school but I must, if I miss any more days I will get into serious trouble!” said Jake as he got out of bed. As he finally got out of his bed, he glanced at the improvised Fluttershy poster on his wall that he had printed at the school library. “Why? Just, why can’t you just be real? Why cant the world be like that of equestria, where everyone is kind and what little problems there are can be solved by 6 whimsical ponies in a 25 minute episode?” Jake could relate to the yellow pony in the way that he was somewhat outcast and very shy around new people, and also had low self-esteem.

Jake mustered himself about, and dug through his laundry pile on the floor to find some relatively clean clothes on the floor. The rest of the clothes smelled very badly, for he had been working in them, aside for one shirt and a pair of old jeans that were hanging on the end of his bed. Jake had purchased the shirt online, and it had a print of a pony on the front and words that read “Brony” were on the front of it.  “I really do like this shirt” he thought “but if I wear it the kids at my school will make fun of me even more”. In spite of the thoughts that had gone through his mind, Jake realized that he was going to be late, so he proceeded in sliding the brony shirt over his chest, grabbed his backpack, and decided to catch the bus.

You see, not many kids liked Jake. For what reason? No one is entirely sure. But he was an outcast at school. Bullied by other kids, his confidence was shaken quite a bit and he tended to have a lot of anxiety around people. His grades were dropping due to his lack of motivation. He felt as if he could not continue to fight on in life, that the awful people that were his classmates had overcome him. Jake had actually attempted suicide once, but it failed after the round in the pistol was a dud.

Jake walked out into the living room of his 12 by 60 foot mobile home that he lived in. His mother was still asleep and he just decided to skip breakfast and go straight to the bus stop. Jake did not like to ride the bus; the bus was not a happy place for him. It was one of the many places that the other students would make fun of him. And today it would be much. Much worse for him considering the fact that he was wearing a Brony shirt today.

It was a cold morning compared to most late may days. He could feel the crisp air hit him as he exited his house. There were even patches of frost on the grass outside. Twas a very overcast and rainy day, just like most. Jake walked off his porch and began to start down the road outside his house through the trailer court that he lived in.  The sun wasn’t very high up in the sky yet and it was around 6am. When he had finally reached the bus stop, Jake considering going back home and skipping today to avoid the hostile environment. That thought was quickly brought to a halt when the school bus had pulled up near him. The bus’s doors squeaked open and Jake stepped inside of the vehicle, the interior of the bus smelled of diesel fuel and grubby grade school kids. Everyone jakes age already had their own car, and they drove it to school every day thus leaving Jake the only 18 year old on a bus full of squirmy middle school kids. He plopped his bag down on an empty pleather seat and proceeded to sit down there. As he placed his head against the front of the seat he began to daydream about things…. Ponies to be exact.  “Why can’t season 2 get here faster” he thought “ The season one finale was good, but what am I going to do now that it is over?” his thoughts began to drift and before anything he knew, he had drifted to sleep.