The Blood White Rose

Bishamon

The date was August 26th. It was currently five in the morning and I, Crimson September awoke to the sound of my mother's voice. She still had Nighponese in her voice. It may of been rough but it was soothing. But it could also be vigorous and bitter much like a bee sting. Well if I said bee sting it would be ironic since she is allergic to bee's. And now that I think about it even her name is ironic since her name is Ayaka. Or Precious Flower. She goes by Ayaka. But the irony is that she hates flowers. She hates the smell and taste of them. But that's beside the point. My name is Crimson as you already know. I live in the city of Manehatten. And as of now I am five years old. "Rise and shine my little mobster. Today is going to be a big day for you." I hear my mother's voice as she picks me up takes me to the bathroom.

She turned on the tub and lets it fill half way with warm water. When the water is finished filling the tub she puts me in the water and starts washing my mane and coat. She uses a tea tree shampoo for my mane, and a tobacco and bay leaf scented coat wash. She made herself just so she can use it on me. She says it's a real stallion's scent. When the bath was over she dried me off. Dressed me in a silver vest and white fedora and called me her little mobster. After that she kissed me on the cheek and trotted over to the kitchen where she had made me breakfast. She had made me chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, berries with a tall glass of milk.

I sat down and she placed a napkin around my neck."This is so you don't spill anything on your vest. I don't want to send you to school looking dirty. No mother should ever do that." She said tending to her breakfast which was a cup of coffee and some eggs mixed in with some hay. She looked at the oven clock and noticed it was now six in the morning. She had to be at work in thirty. She told me to hurry up and I did as she asked still making sure I didn't spill any. And when I finished I galloped to the bathroom in order to brush my teeth. When I finished that I galloped to the door where she was standing with my saddle bag. It was brown like an adventurer would have. She said getting black or white or even red would be more of a mare's bag than anything. So she got brown and packed it with all the basics:  Notebooks, pens, pencils, crayons, map pencils, glue, tissues, and erasers. She had even prepared my lunch which was a cup of her famous beet soup, with some bread to dip it in, a bag of raspberries, and a cup of chocolate milk along with two cookies.

She picked me up and put me on her back as she started to walk. She walked out of the apartment building and we saw how the sky was still nightfall with the sun just barely peaking out. I was always a morning pony. If I could wake up at seven in the morning everyday or even five in the morning I could do so much and it wouldn't even be noon yet. She started to talk again.

"It's a lovely morning in Manehatten you know that right?" She asked expecting a question from her son. She never got an answer."Well you know this is the city that never sleeps. The place where you can make a part of anything and be king of the hill. Ever since I first moved here seventeen years ago I've never wanted to leave this place. There is so much to do and you'll meet someone new everyday. It's so are you find a place like this. You won't find any melting pot quite like this. When I first came here everyone wanted to know what it was like to be so mixed with culture. They wanted to know what it was like to be Neighponese, Buckssian, Hoofrish, Italipon. They wanted to know what farm life was like. Well of course it was different back then. Back then I couldn't speak any English. Strange that in seventeen years I started from no where and made a better life than my parents did. Let that be a lesson Crimson. Never leave Highschool your 11th grade year and hook up with a girl way younger then you and drop out and start a family. That was my parents. I mean me and your dad waited about nine years before we got married. And then we waited two years before we decided to have a foal. Oh! It seems it's time for me to drop you off."She pick me up and set me on the ground" Well sweetie have a good first day of kindergarten. When school gets out you come to my classroom. It'll be at the high school down the street. By sweetie."She cooed him, kissing him on the cheek.

I stood there for a while to watch his mom walk off. After a little while he started to walk towards the front door. The sun light was peaking out of the night sky bringing daylight. When he walked in he looked around. Being a naive child I was. I thought nothing off the graffiti on the wall, the broken floor tiles and the oddly strange smell of cigarettes. I was used to the smell. My mom smoked two or three a day. Maybe five if she had a bad day. I continued to walk down the hallway toward my classroom. As of now I was currently the only student in the entire school. Maybe I was too early. And so I had made it to his classroom and walked in. I saw my teacher. She was a ragged old mare with a silver coat and a snow white mane. She had a metal ruler and a pencil for a cutie mark. She spoke to the colt."Well it's not often I get to see a fine young gentle colt these days. If you give me a few bits I'll make today worth your while." She said to the naive colt as she took a smoke out of her cigarette."

I spoke up"No grazie, sto bene."The teacher gave him a mean glare as she isn't too happy about me learning ahead of my class.

"What was that you little brat?! In this class we will not be leaning how to speak like angry ponies. We will learn to be polite and proper. And we will speak proper english." Her raspy voice was enough to scare the colt. Not to mention she was holding a metal ruler.

"But what's wrong with speaking my native tongue. All I said was no tha-" I was cut off as the teacher came closer to me. Her grin only got worse.

"Because when in Ponyville do as the ponies do. No I don't want this native tongue bullshit. Do you hear my you defiant little fuck. If I were your mother right now I'd smack you upside the head and make you pick a switch. Now you will speak proper english! Do you understand!" She continued to berate me until I went silent. She stopped knowing that she had won the argument."Now take your seat in the back. Class will start in a few." She sat back in her desk and continued to smoke her cigarette. Ten minutes of silence three gangs of foals came into the classroom and played around sitting on the desk as the teacher continued to smoke. When her smoke was over she came to me and pulled me to the front of the classroom. She spoke"Good morning class. My name is Miss Silver Lining. Today we are joined by our new student Crimson September." The teacher seemed to be excited and yet it was still fake. She seemed to hate me for some reason. All I did was speak a little Italipon. She pushed me ahead of her.

The gangs made their comments.

"Wow look at that foal, thinking he's all cool because he has nice clothes. Fucking loser."

"I didn't know mob foals had to go to public school."

"Go home kid we don't want you in these parts."

"Now Crimson will join us in the classroom by doing our class Initiation!!! Now Crimson to be a part of this class you must remove your vest and hat. You should know the rules. Not hats in school." Everyone started to laugh at me for some reason. I had no idea why they were laughing. But my gut told me that I should listen to the teacher. As I removed the hat my teacher took it away from me and lightly smacked me with her ruler. I then removed my vest and took that away from me. As she did that she took out a cigar and lit it up. As she lit it up the students got into a line. She pushed me to the from of the line and give the first pony the cigar." Remember if you punch him you'll get extra credit." the first pony put the cigar on my flank.

"Look everyone the colt's my cow now for I have branded him. Now his cutie mark is to be my bitch to do my bidding. That's all you'll ever own up to. Is to be a little bitch that no one will like. you better get used to kissing ass." The first colt said feeling proud of himself as everyone laughed. Again I don't know why. I yelped in pain of the white hot burning sensation I had gotten. The burn was followed by a slap to the face. The line had continued like clock work. Burn, slap/punch/buck/. Lather, rinse, repeat. By the time the line had ended there was a blue filly with a pink mane. When she was given the cigar, she put it out and gave me a hug. She said that everything would be fine. She would care for me and make sure I was fine.

When the "Initiation" Was over the teacher threw my clothes out the window and said I could get them back at the end of the day.

I sat with the filly. She smiled at me and started to talk."Hi! My name is Cotton Candy, don't mind those foals. They just like to be mean. Also let me take care of that. You're mom would be livid if she knew you got cigar burns and bruises. Don't worry this remedy worked wonders for me. I never knew if you took coconut oil and used a simple healing spell that it would heal almost any wound." Cotton Candy said as she pulled out a bottle of coconut oil. She put some on her hoof and rubbed it on all of my wounds. After that she used her magic to use her healing spell. It tingled and when I looked down all my wounds were gone.

School continued onward. As it let out I gathered my clothes and put them back on. I had made my way toward the school where my mom had taught. When I walked into the building I walked toward her classroom and knocked on her door. She answered."There's my baby colt. Did you miss mama bear sweetie? Did you enjoy your first day of school?" She flooded me with kisses as she picked me up. Sweet, warm, embraced kisses. After my day this was the best thing that could happen.

"My first day was good. I made a friend and she's really nice. We played with blocks, and drinked apple juice together." I said. She looked at me with her playful smile.

"Well it looks like my little stallion has a marefriend... I bet you and her would make a great pair. I can't wait to meet her she sound's so cute. Oh and Crimson its drank, not drinked. Sorry just force of habit." She walked over to her desk and sat down."I'm gonna have to stay for an hour or so longer to grade some papers So I hope you don't mind." She had a stack of papers on her desk. She had all of her classes read To Kill A Mocking Bird for the summer. And so she had the luxury of having to read well over one hundred cringe worthy book reports talking of nothing more than a basic plot summary. Not to mention bad grammar. And as the start of her seventh year teaching she would go off the same rant as she hardly knew English and she did better then some college English majors. Given plenty of time and effort. But she would never go on her soap box. That's not my mother. She would never say her foalhood was that bad. She knew there were ponies who had it worse. I sat near her desk and did my homework. Well fluff work I should say. It has nothing to do with what I learned. And it seems all too easy. When I had finished my mom had allowed me to read a copy of the book.

I spent the rest of my time there reading. It almost made me forget about what happened today. Only to realize that To Kill A Mocking Bird is about racism. And so instead of being reminded of what happened I learned from it and now I realize what those ponies did was wrong. But I didn't want to tell my mom about it. She would get really mad and I didn't want that. Well at this point she'll find out one way or another...

Fast forward one month and it's almost time for my sixth birthday. I was talking to Cotton Candy about my birthday and what I asked for. I had asked for puzzles and books. They were the only things that seemed fun to me, and seemed quite relaxing. And they seemed to be really fun. I was never into "smoking and drinking and ballin'" as they called it. But the day was now September 22nd and now we were celebrating the equrestian holiday known as "Ha o ochimasu" Or "Fall leaves" If you don't understand Neighponese. But it's to celebrate the oncoming winter through one last summer party. But I guess cook outs are out of the list for school trips so we ended up going to the Manehatten garden. It was a little area inside of central park where there were a large assortment of flowers and plants. There were an entire rainbow of roses, marigolds, tulips, lotus plants, sunflowers and dandelions. Being me I had picked up a white rose for Cotton. I had seen it in movies that my mom watches when my dad was away. The stallion would always pick a rose for his loved one and he would surprise her with it.

I had my white rose in my hoof and I walked up to her. She was looking at a honeybee sucking nectar out of one of plants. But I was soon stopped by one of the gang foals. He looked at me strangely."What kind of colt goes around holding a flower. What are you going to admit your love for some filly? I bet it's that Cotton filly isn't it?" He never gave me a chance to respond."Well too bad!"He took the white rose out of my hoof and stomped on it. He then got to my face, grabbing my the root of my mane."That filly is mine!!" He had pushed me and knocked me into a rose bush. There was a fiery white hot stinging sensation all over my body. I had a serious allergic reaction if a rose thorn got into my skin. So I developed an extreme rash. A thousand thorns had struck all over my body. Each long enough to pierce my once pure coat. I tried to get up but the thorns proved to hurt the more I moved. The colt then picked me up and hollered his fellow gang members over. At this point my coat was being stained with blood like watercolors on a canvas.

They circled me and began throwing a series of punches and kicks. The brutes wouldn't let up as with each kick made the pain grow only worse. I screamed in agony but they would not cease their assault. It was only then when they were done, I was left with two broken arms and three broken hooves that they let up. Feeling satisfied of their heist they had left to do better things with their time. All I was left with was a broken white rose with blood stains, And an empty sense of reason. I wasn't fueled with rage. But with the agony of a thousand bee stings, and the dissatisfaction that they had mercilessly killed a song bird. A song bird that wanted to do what it loved to do. It was pointless to do such a thing. At this point Cotton Candy turned around and saw me. She screamed for help and pulled out one of those ladybug phones. The kind of phones where you can only call your parents number, or the emergency number.

She had called for an ambulance and she used her magic to stop blood from coming out of all the holes and rash the thorns had made. When the ambulance had came the teacher had to call my mother and tell her of my situation. As parental instincts kicked in she dropped everything and flew to the garden as fast as she could. Of course she was constantly stopped by every red light possible. I was carried to a the back of an ambulance wagon and was rushed to the ER. After that they took my weight, height, blood type, age, medical history and what I had eaten in the past 8 hours. After that they had put me on some pain medication and the world soon went black. The next thing I knew I was laying on my stomach in my room. The moon was shining, and I could hear my parents bed rattling.