What to Write

Abigail sighed as she walked home. She sulkily went to lay down in her bed without even telling her mom, who was watching TV, that she was home. She flopped on her bed, horribly depressed.

"Ugh, nothing is good enough! No matter what ideas I make, they just don't fit what I want! Only problem is I don't know what I want... I wish there was some way I could know!" thought Abby.

Just then her mom came walking through. "Abigail! Why do you look so sad, sweetheart?"

"I can't do this anymore! I can't write this fanfiction. It's just too hard! Ideas aren't coming, everything is falling apart. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I came home..."

"Oh sweetheart, its ok. You'll need to get through this depression like everyone else does, and everything will be right back to normal."

Then Abigail's gears began to turn... fast. "Wait... depression... getting through it... back to normal... I know!"

"Know what?" said Abigail's mom.

"That's what I'll write my fanfiction about! A pony that is struggling through depression, but with the help of friends and family learns to get through it! Thanks mom, you are the best!"

Abigail was gone, rushing back to her computer downstairs.

"Seriously? Me and my mouth." said her mom.

Far far away, there lived a pony.

Her name was Fluttershy.

For as long as she could remember, she had been struggling with depression. She seemed happy, sure, but she was hiding her true feelings under a shy facade. In reality her personal life was terrible. Both of her parents had excommunicated her abruptly for no reason at all (then again they were just a little insane) and everyone pushed her around, using her like a doormat you step on.

Everything changed, however, when she met her friends.

She first remembered Rainbow Dash, starting her race against those that bullied her. Rainbow Dash was the only one that ever showed her any kindness, after all.

Then the race started.

And that cloud gave under her feethooves.

"AHHHHHHHHH" screamed Fluttershy, as she was falling to the ground. She had always been living in Cloudsdale, so she had no idea what the ground looked like. She was convinced that it was a horrible place. So as she was falling closer to it, she was yelling screaming like crazy.

"This... is... PERFECT!" screamed Abigail. "There's no way anything could get in the way of this! I have to show my friend. Shes' an MLP fanatic. Perhaps she can help me with proofreading." So she ran out the door, ready to greet Her Friend.